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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 · Fantasia
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78 Chs

The Reckoning

The creature's eyes burned with an unholy crimson fire, piercing the gloom of the ransacked chamber. They were not the eyes of a beast, but of a being twisted by centuries of malice and resentment. Jagged scars marred its pale skin, a testament to battles fought and lost, and its skeletal frame radiated an aura of death and decay.

A cruel grin split its face, revealing rows of sharpened teeth. "Sebastian," it hissed, its voice a guttural rasp that sent chills down Eliana's spine. "After all these eons, we meet again."

The name hung in the air, heavy with the weight of ancient history and unspoken grudges. Eliana felt Sebastian's grip tighten around her hand, his muscles coiled like springs ready to unleash.

The Demon Lord stepped forward, each movement deliberate and menacing. "I've waited a long time for this, usurper," it snarled, its voice dripping with venom. "You may have stolen my throne, but you'll never break my spirit."