Hell's Consort

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The Empress Luna

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"You will forget the Vampire King soon, and it will be quick if I can keep you occupied."

"Let go of me, Ravin. I need to go back to my husband. Apollyon is worried. "With nostrils flaring, Luna thrashed about as she bared her teeth.

She had desired to escape from the Archdemon of Gluttony's hold. "I don't want you any—"

Luna had lost her ability to speak when Ravin placed his large hand over her head to keep her in place.

Her vision had started to fade, and her body had turned numb as if her vampire's heart wasn't pumping blood through her veins any longer.

She blinked rapidly as she tried to regain her consciousness, strengthening her will to fight Ravin's magic.

Red and black spots on the blurred edges of her vision and the last thing Luna had witnessed was the High Priestess' smirk.

Raising her left hand, Lilith escaped from Luxen's clutches and aimed it at Luna.

A thin, sharp, and long black needle hit Luna in the forehead as the whole thing penetrated her skin.

Luna's last threads of consciousness had felt the Archdemon of Gluttonyplacing one arm at the back of her thighs while the other one wrapped around her shoulder as he carried her towards his phoenix-griffin hybrid.

She didn't know where Ravin would take her, but he had kidnapped her without resistance on her part.

As Ravin positioned Luna to ride sideways on the griffin's back while leaning her head over Ravin's shoulder, she had recognized the nasal bitchy tone of Lilith, complaining that she was keen on not taking her eyes off her, and that was it.

She felt Ravin's broad chest vibrated as he argued with Lilith for a few minutes.

Ravin had said something sharp and hurtful in a deep growl, and everyone fell silent.

The Archdemon of Gluttony wrapped his arms around her so that she wouldn't fall as the griffin took flight into the bright-orange skies.

Luna had blacked out after that.

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She would have wished that everything that happened as she met the Archdemons was just a bad dream.

'I would wake up sooner rather than later.' She told herself but there was no point in lying when the truth had slapped her in the face oh-so-rudely in the form of an ancient High Priestess who--by some questionable events--had turned into an Archdemon.

If she had the opportunity to sit down and talk to Ravin, Luna would ask him about how Lilith who summoned Archdemons turned into an Archdemon herself.

Her muscles had quivered and tensed as she felt her paranoid senses had heightened.

She had a hard time recognizing the dream and the fantasy anymore, and it had threatened to drive her crazy.

Everything was fucking twisted.

Luna knew she was sweating too much, and there was this strong urge to do something, but she couldn't because she was paralyzed.

Luna couldn't believe she was suffering from the inception of sleep paralysis.

She was incredulous that her soul was trapped in Hell.

If she was astral projecting with her soul, then this must be considered a dream not until the High Priestess finds a way to be successful with her possession.

Luna's ideal reality was that Apollyon would kiss her on the forehead when she woke up and told her 'good morning, beloved,' preferably after passionate lovemaking but NO!

Luna tossed and turned her head, moving her stiff muscles to break out of the invisible chains binding her in her sleep.

It was bad enough that the wheel of fortune had played with her fate once again when the second her Luna's eyes flew open, it wasn't Apollyon who was the first person she would see.

She quickly figured it out as Luna glanced around the thick barriers surrounding her.

Screaming at the sensation of the transparent walls closing in on her, Luna realized she was encased inside the glass as if she was in the process of mummification.

Luna hated being confined, and she wanted to destroy her transparent glass case, but she couldn't.

Hands crossing on her chest, Luna breathed hard as she stretched her fingers and wriggled her toes, assuring herself that she could still move.

Shutting her eyes tight, she stopped screaming and told herself that there was no need to panic.

Her heartbeat raced as Luna focused on the people seated in front of her in blood-curdling silence, for it was her long caterwauls that had pierced the quiet throne room.

The throne room had appeared so large and spacious that it could accommodate a thousand guests.

Luna's eyes had started to hurt from seeing too much red.

Even the carpets and their throne seat were of the color red with hints of gold.

She glanced upward and spotted ten sparkling candelabras hanging on the ceiling, which made her gaze also focus on the mural paintings.

It had depicted how the Four Archdemons riding black and sinister large horses—where each of them had an important role to play—as they destroyed the worldly balance and killed all creatures, creating havoc.

In the painting, evil forces had gained victory as they fought archangels after all the other creatures from the different Realms had perished.

It was—to summarize the whole scene—horrific and chilled her to the bone.

Luna paused as she could feel her head aching.

There was a series of images in her mind flashing right before her eyes, but it was too fast.

She couldn't remember.

When she tried to reach for the vision and store it into memory, they sifted right through and escaped from her grasp like water—a mirage.

There were thrones for two senior figures in the middle, which was set up with elaborate pomp.

The King and the Queen were elevated in steps while the others sat on their thrones, positioned at the side.

All of them had long red horns attached to their gold crowns.

They had worn horrifying masks that weren't for the weak-hearted as it covered the entirety of their faces.

"The hunter hunts."