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[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.

Married to the Demon God

Victoria's heart raced as she looked into the cold, calculating eyes of Sebastian. Fear coiled in her stomach as she asked him the question that had been haunting her.

"What are you?" Her voice trembled despite her efforts to sound brave and composed.

Sebastian's cruel smile widened as he leaned closer to her. "You do not need to know," he said softly, his words dripping with malice. His gaze shifted upwards, and Victoria felt a chill run down her spine.

"Sleep." With one word, the entire room was consumed by an eerie stillness. One by one, each person fell into a deep slumber, their bodies collapsing onto the floor or their heads hitting the table as they succumbed to Sebastian's command.

As Victoria watched in horror, she realized that only Prince Alexander and herself remained conscious in the room. She exchanged a terrified glance before turning back to face Sebastian, who now wore a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Whispers of the Shadow Part 3: Desperate Cry