After Jax and Sabrina gave themselves to each-other, two weeks had passed. The duo had spent the first week working closely, and pleasuring each-other like rabbits every single day.
Jax also t with Alexi and Natasha twice, to have so fun, but now he was focusing on business.
In the past week nothing much had changed. The Demon Kingdom hadn’t gone on any major offensives, and there also weren’t any ergencies demanding his imdiate response.
Currently, Jax was standing alone on one of the Upper Terraces of the Cathedral in Aeternum Noctis, overlooking the outer developnt rings of the capital that were designed for a specific purpose.
Beyond the polished spires and structured districts, vast stretches of land were being reshaped and prepared as agricultural zones.
These places were the future breadbaskets of the Demon Realm. Work had been done and was going amazing.
Jax could sense the changes in the land even from this distance. The mana density in the soil was stabilizing and any forms of turbulence were decreasing.
That ant one thing, that Willow’s work was progressing well.
Sabrina had also delivered consistent reports over the past 2 weeks. She was also much more relaxed in Jax’s presence after their escapades.
However, despite trusting them, Jax preferred to see foundations for himself.
And if he was honest...It had been too long since he visited the Witch Dinsion.
Willow rarely left her Dinsion, preferring to stay there. All of the Witches thrived in that plane, so aside from work, they rarely left.
It had been an extrely long ti since Jax last went there, so he decided to return. He exhaled once, softly, "Ti to check in."
Jax expanded his senses and soon after imdiately sensed a floating isolating space that he recognized as Willow’s Dinsion.
Jax finally felt it, a ripple in space, a massive, floating drifting isolated space that he imdiately could identify as Willow’s Dinsion.
With that, Jax shifted through space, appearing on the edges of Willow’s Dinsion, and creating a door to the Dinsion, which he entered.
The Dinsion was alive in a completely different way, much different than the first ti he visited.
The sky shimred in layered shades of twilight violet and deep erald, streaked with drifting constellations that moved slowly even during daylight cycles.
Floating landmasses hovered between ancient trees whose trunks were wide enough to house entire libraries within their bark.
Bioluminescent fungi pulsed gently along forest floors.
Streams of liquid mana flowed visibly through carved channels in the earth, glowing softly like silver rivers.
Stone towers rose organically from root systems rather than foundations, spiraled, asymtrical, grown rather than built.
The air slled of herbs, rain, ink, and spellcraft, and woven through everything, Jax could sense a steady hum and layered incantations.
Jax landed on a wide stone platform suspended between three towering trees whose branches intertwined high above to form a natural canopy.
Jax walked around for a bit before finally spotting various Witches scattered throughout the space.
The mont they noticed him, everything stopped as they all recognized him, and they all ran over, Jax recognizing most of them from his last visit.
"King!"
"It’s Demon King Jax,"
"He’s finally back!"
Dozens of Witches ran over and imdiately tried to cling to him, so hugging his arm, others leaning against his body, all of them eager to et him once again.
The intense masculine scent of his body aroused all of them so much.
"It’s been a while ladies, however, I’ve co to et Willow, I promise we’ll have fun later," Jax said, returning so of the hugs as the various Witches let him go, returning to their tasks.
"See you later then," they said in tandem, blowing kisses.
Jax continued walking through the Dinsion, eting various Witches along the way, until a familiar voice echoed lightly through the air.
"Well... that’s a presence I haven’t felt in a while."
Willow erged from between two twisting tree trunks as if she had simply stepped out of the bark itself.
Willow wore layered robes of deep forest green and midnight blue, embroidered with living vine patterns that subtly shifted and grew along the fabric. Her long dark hair flowed loosely down her back, interwoven with faintly glowing threads of mana that flickered like distant stars.
Her sharp, intelligent eyes imdiately locked with Jax’s, a faint smile curving on her lips, "It’s been so ti, Demon King.
"I’ve been quite busy y’know," Jax muttered, and Willow gave a soft laugh.
"You tasked a-lot of Witches in my coven with working on that farming plan of yours," She said, playfully tilting her head.
"Progress report," Jax said, and she lifted a brow.
"No greeting? No ’how have you been, Willow’? I’m hurt," She said, feigning sadness and putting a hand across her heart.
"Report first." Jax said, leading Willow to stare at him for a couple seconds longer before laughing quietly.
"Very well." She said.
Willow raised one hand, and the air between them shimred into a rotating projection, not rigid and geotric like Sabrina’s displays, but fluid and organic.
The image showed the outer lands surrounding Aeternum Noctis.
But the soil layers were visible.
Mana flow channels glowed like branching veins.
"You were correct with your assumptions when we began this plan," Willow said, "The land corruption wasn’t fundantally destructive. It was unstable."
She expanded the projection, "We’re choosing integration for this plan,"
A wave of her fingers shifted the visualization, "You see here? Instead of purifying the land completely, we introduced adaptive flora that harmonizes with ambient demonic mana rather than resisting it."
The soil glowed steadily, "Stability has continuously improved. We’ll be planting and farming in no ti Jax,"
"You exceeded projections." Jax said.
"Yes," she replied lightly. "We did."
A faint glimr of pride flickered across her expression.
"The dual cultivation model Sabrina implented is clever. It compensates for mana flux cycles naturally."
She lowered the projection.
With the report over, the duo began to walk through the Dinsion together.
They crossed a suspended bridge woven from living branches and mana threads, leading toward the central coven grounds.
Witches moved through the environnt in constant motion, so carrying bundles of enchanted herbs, others chanting in synchronized ritual circles, a few hovering mid-air while manipulating layered spell matrices.
As Jax passed, they paused respectfully. They all wanted to go up and greet him up close, but seeing Willow with him, they all held back and gave the duo their mont together, greeting them from afar.
"Demon King."
"My King."
"Welco."
Willow led him into a wide clearing where a dozen witches were currently weaving a layered environntal adjustnt ritual, runes suspended in rotating rings while elental spirits anchored themselves into crystalline pillars placed at cardinal points.
It was a new place that had been created since the last ti he visited the Dinsion, and he watched it alongside her for several minutes.
They eventually moved toward Willow’s central tower, a spiraled structure grown from ancient wood and reinforced with layered enchantnts.
Inside, the atmosphere was calr. Various books floated mid-air. Potion vials rotated slowly within suspended containnt fields. Arcane diagrams covered the walls in layered chalk and glowing script.
Willow poured two cups of sothing steaming and fragrant. Jax didn’t bother asking what it was, just accepting it.
"You’ve changed," she said quietly after a mont.
"How?"
"I guess your aura is firr than before. You’ve been here for much longer after all," Willow explained.
He considered that, "War clarifies things."
"You’ve also changed, much more relaxed than the last ti we talked," Jax said and Willow nodded, sliding over and sitting directly next to him.
She leaned towards his ear and whispered, "Well after last ti, it’s only natural I’m more relaxed around you Jax,"
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