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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

Golden sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Eliana stirred awake, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal a world bathed in soft morning light. For a moment, she lay still, her mind hazy with the remnants of sleep. Then, the memories of the previous night flooded back, sending a blush creeping up her cheeks.

She turned her head, her gaze falling upon the man sleeping peacefully beside her. Sebastian lay on his back, his red hair splayed across the pillow, his features relaxed in slumber. His chest rose and fell with each steady breath, a stark contrast to the intensity he exuded when awake. In this moment of quiet repose, he looked almost... vulnerable.

Eliana's heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and trepidation. She had given herself to him completely, body and soul, and the echoes of their passion still lingered in the air. It was a new territory for her, a realm of intimacy she had never dared to explore before.

Whispers of the Unknown