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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.

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80 Chs

Beyond the Portal's Threshold

The world twisted and warped around them, colors blurring and sounds blending into a dissonant symphony. Eliana squeezed her eyes shut, her stomach lurching as the sensation of falling through an endless void threatened to overwhelm her. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the chaos ceased.

She opened her eyes, blinking against the harsh, unfamiliar light that assaulted her vision. The demon realm was a stark contrast to the gentle hues and familiar landscapes of Eldoria. Jagged, obsidian spires pierced a blood-red sky, casting long, ominous shadows across a barren wasteland. The air crackled with an unseen energy, a palpable tension that hummed beneath the surface. The scent of sulfur and brimstone hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid tang of decaying vegetation.