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Married to the Demon God

[Mature Content!] In a world where power and wealth dictated one's fate, Eliana was born into a life of poverty, the daughter of a humble villager. Tragedy struck early when her mother passed away at just six years old, leaving a void that was quickly filled by her father's new wife-a ruthless duchess from the village. The duchess brought with her four children of her own: one son and three daughters, all spoiled and cruel. They despised Eliana for her destitute roots, treating her as little more than a burden. Her father, once a loving man, turned a blind eye to her suffering at the hands of her stepfamily, becoming a mere shadow of the protector she once knew. The years passed unforgivingly, and by eighteen, Eliana had been reduced to a servant in her own home, subject to the whims and cruelties of her stepmother and step-siblings. Seeing no further use for the girl, the duchess arranged a marriage to a reclusive duke from a neighboring town. The duke, an eccentric man needing a wife merely to uphold appearances, accepted the arrangement without a second thought. Little did the scheming duchess know the dark truth behind the man she so eagerly married off her stepdaughter to. The so-called duke was no mere nobleman; he was the Demon God himself, a being of unimaginable power who ruled over all creation. Feared by mortals and deities alike, his true nature was hidden behind the guise of a simple lord, using his estate as a place of respite from the burdens of his eternal dominion.

LJDRLwanen · Fantasy
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80 Chs
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The Clash of Realms

The celestial palace, once a beacon of serenity and divine order, now trembled under the weight of an unholy presence. The Fallen, a grotesque parody of angelic grace, stood defiant, its blackened wings outstretched, its eyes burning with a malevolent fire. The air crackled with a volatile energy, a clash of opposing forces that threatened to tear the very fabric of the realm asunder.

Sebastian, his imposing figure radiating an aura of unwavering resolve, stepped forward, his silver eyes meeting the Fallen's with a steely gaze. "You will not prevail," he declared, his voice a thunderous boom that echoed through the halls. "Your darkness has no place in this realm."

The Fallen let out a chilling laugh, its voice a raspy whisper that sent shivers down Eliana's spine. "This realm?" it mocked, its tone dripping with disdain. "This realm is but a pale imitation of the true power that awaits us. We will reclaim our rightful place, and you, Demon God, will fall before us."