The palace had grown silent, but the silence was thick, heavy, suffocating.Lily’s body was still, but her mind… it was not her own.Golden chains of light wrapped around her consciousness, invisible to the naked eye but suffocatingly real. Every thought she tried to hold onto was twisted, redirected, reshaped by the force controlling her.God’s golden eyes burned with intensity as he hovered above her, wings flaring. His aura enveloped the broken palace, wrapping around her mind like an iron cage.“You belong to me,” he whispered, and the words echoed inside Lily’s head. They were not suggestions. They were commands.Her vision blurred. Every memory she had—Luke, Luca, her own choices—was replaced with images of obedience, subservience, and devotion to him.“Lily,” she muttered quietly, almost against her will. But it was a whisper lost beneath God’s thunderous mental grip.The palace trembled again. God’s presence was immense, every golden pulse of his power sending shards of light
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