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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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Into the Abyss

The guttural growls grew louder, the air vibrating with the malevolent energy emanating from the statues. A crack snaked across the surface of one, then another, and with a deafening roar, the stone figures shattered, revealing the monstrous forms that lay dormant within.

Towering over them, the guardians were a grotesque mockery of humanoid shapes, their skin a patchwork of scales and leathery hide. Jagged horns sprouted from their skulls, and their eyes blazed with an unholy crimson fire. Claws, sharp as obsidian blades, extended from their gnarled fingers, dripping with a viscous ichor that sizzled upon contact with the stone floor.

Eliana gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a scream. Lydia clutched her arm, her face pale with terror. The sheer size and ferocity of the creatures sent a wave of panic through them, threatening to paralyze them with fear.