Azalea_Belrose

Angel thought the world would be hers to explore when she turned twenty.  She can finally be free from the gilded cage her overprotective father built for her.

But she was mistaken! Her 20th birthday marked the day she lost everything, including the freedom she so desperately craved. It was the day she fell into the hands of her father's enemy, to atone for his sins.

Leoric has meticulously planned his revenge for many years.  When that day came, he thought he had everything under control.  The man who killed his father was behind bars, and the empire he painstakingly built fell into his hands ... including his only daughter.

He planned to force his new bride to entertain his friends on their wedding night.  That should force her to a status lower than an escort, which should humiliate her and shame her father.  That should usher her into hell.

His perfect plan of revenge was ruined by a mysterious mishap. They found themselves stranded in a desert in an unfamiliar world after their yacht was sucked into a vortex.

Later, they discovered that they were in a parallel universe ruled by dark forces. The only way to return is to offer a tribute to the country's supreme leader—a virgin bride!

Where would they get a virgin?  Wait, isn't Angel a virgin?

As Leoric and his companions traveled across the treacherous landscapes of the enigmatic Astralis, he found himself falling for his wife, who seemed to have transformed after falling into the sea on their wedding night.

On a starry night on top of the peak of Mount Anabu, Leoric gazed tenderly at his wife, who looked ethereal, radiated a mystical aura, and whispered...  

"To hell with the supreme leader and going back.  You can only be mine!  Let us rule Astralis!"

The Tribute Bride

A pin-drop silence settled over the circle of men, their gazes locked onto Mario as if he had just revealed the secret to the universe itself. The sunlight that filtered through the tent cast wavering shadows on the rug, and the desert wind howled softly outside, making the air inside feel even heavier.

Leoric tried to process Mario's words, his mind racing back through the past few days they had traveled together. Had there been signs? Clues he had missed?

A vivid memory surfaced—the fight with the scorpions. Mario had wielded the flamethrower, incinerating the countless monstrous creatures as they surged forward. But then, when the fuel ran out and the scorpions had lunged at him, something inexplicable had happened. The creatures simply...died. Some collapsed in an instant, while others fled as if an unseen force had repelled them.