The Socially Anxious God of Demons Refuses to Admit Defeat

You're a textbook introvert, terrified of all humans, including any creature with a human form.

Then you transmigrate. The instant you open your eyes, you're hit with a shocking revelation: Your divine name is Luka, the element you control is wind, your authority is "Void," and a bunch of your followers are kneeling right in front of you.

Terrified, you let out a shriek and teleport away, leaving a group of humans staring at each other in confusion.

...Once you've calmed down, you realize there's no way you can just abandon these people.

You come up with a brilliant plan: Why not find a way to dump the humans on some other Archon?

...So why, after successfully passing the buck twice, are you working for Morax?

You fall into deep thought.

[Content warning: The heroine is a psychologically unhealthy minor and a crybaby. No CP, familial love only.]

Theme: Overcoming your past self