Bishamonten’s Beloved Manhua

Title: Bishamonten’s Beloved The night was silent, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. Izumi's heart raced as he felt a lone figure watching him from the shadows. Stepping cautiously, he turned to face the mysterious presence, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the unmistakable figure of Bishamonten before him. "Izumi," Bishamonten's voice was smooth as silk, sending a chill down Izumi's spine. "You are mine, now and forever." Izumi's eyes widened in fear as Bishamonten's dark aura enveloped him. But deep within, a flicker of defiance ignited. Steeling himself, he met the deity's gaze with unwavering determination. "I belong to no one but myself," Izumi's voice rang out, surprising even himself with its intensity. Bishamonten's gaze hardened, a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes. The air crackled with tension as Izumi stood his ground, refusing to back down in the face of the powerful deity. In a sudden burst of movement, Bishamonten lunged forward, his hand outstretched to claim Izumi. But this time, Izumi was ready. With a swift motion, he sidestepped the deity's grasp and faced him with newfound courage. "I will not be controlled," Izumi declared, his voice echoing through the night. For a moment, time stood still as Izumi and Bishamonten locked eyes in a silent battle of wills. And then, with a swirling intensity, Bishamonten's form began to fade, dissipating into the darkness from whence he came. As Izumi watched the deity disappear, a sense of empowerment surged through him. The night air felt lighter, no longer weighed down by the darkness that had threatened to consume him. And in that moment, Izumi realized that he held the power to shape his own destiny, free from the shadows that had once haunted him.