Hell's Consort

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The Archdemon of Lust

Prince Luxen from the 2nd Circle of Hell

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Clenching his fists, Luxen was annoyed at how the leader had hit Luna's face with his rhino horn as he sniffed her then he lost sight of her as Camio broke through the surface.

"Luna." His Domina's name was the first thing Luxen had uttered the moment he had his head above the water.

He coughed, spitting the freshwater that had went inside his nose and throat.

Shaking his head as he wiped his face to clear the water out of his silver eyelashes, Luxen blinked rapidly as he turned his head from left to right in concern, searching for Luna.

Unease was a worm eating into the left side of his brain when he couldn't find where she was.

Luxen peered behind his shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief when he found his Domina.

Luna's form floated beneath a perfect full moon, unconscious as the wet purple dress clung unto her skin.

Her silver hair stuck unto her forehead and her flushed cheeks.

Luna's silver eyelashes appeared longer as the dewdrops hang unto them.

Her pink lips were parted, but she wasn't breathing.

Luxen ran a jerky hand through his wet hair and bit his lip.

A lady couldn't be that beautiful especially when she had just drowned earlier--an almost victim of a demonic siren.

Luxen might be selfish as he had gone for the angel blade at first, but this woman in another man's arms had evoked instinctive protectiveness in him.

He made a slight growl in his throat with his arms outstretched in a silent demand.

Luxen had expected the leader of Satan's henchmen to swim towards Luxen and hand her over.

He commanded, "Give me back, my wife, Camio."

Luxen didn't appreciate that another man—even if it had a rhinoceros head and a big butt--had his dirty hands sullied on his pale Domina's skin.

The bastard had acted like he hadn't seen Luxen.

Camio only had eyes for Luna as he shamelessly shoved her hair out of her eyes to stare at her face up close.

'What a great pretender!' Luxen brought his open arms to cross over his chest, glaring at the henchman.

Teeth clenching, Luxen tightened his fists in jealousy, but he still tried to play it cool.

The henchman had clutched her shoulders and leered at her. "So, Luna is the name of this pretty Archdemon."

There was a burning sensation in his chest as Luxen sneered, "That is my wife in your arms, Camio, so you better let her go before I kill you."

Luxen needed to snatch her from Camio's arms.

Camio had wrapped one arm around her waist while the other one clutched her bare shoulders.

He swore Luxen could even see the marks of Camio's claws.

He had a feeling that the leader of Uncle Satan's henchmen was quite taken with his wife.

"This must be a new Archdemon." Camio had caressed the bright demon runes tattooed on Luna's pale skin. "She is pretty, but that wouldn't make her an exception from her punishment."

Luna might be built differently because she was a vampire, but the marks on her had proven that she was one of their own—still a full Archdemon.

He stared at Luxen and gave him a grim smile, "The lady had broken Satan's Laws for the fledgelings."

A flash of anger.

Green spots of jealousy had filled his vision as Luxen paddled to the group of henchmen.

His muscles had turned rigid as if he was a cobra preparing to strike, feigning calm.

"She is a wife of mine and Ravin's." Luxen scrutinized the leader before staring at Camio, dead-in the eye, his face impassive despite his fatal warning. "If you take her away, you will make an Archdemon Prince your enemy."

"Then if you wouldn't let me, you are making your Uncle your enemy. You know the rules, Your Highness." Camio said in a loud voice as if he believed that the louder the sound he made, the more believable and authoritative.

That wasn't always the case.

He spoke further, "Master Satan had the highest seat of power on authority when it came to fledging Archdemons. That is why our group is created, and that is to enforce the law."

Luxen had heard this line so many times from Camio when he dealt with the chaos a new Archdemon had created.

It had sounded flat and emotionless as if he had recited a memorized line like a broken record.

Luxen had found the horrific expressions of the newbies amusing every time Camio broke the news before but now, not so much when it was his Domina at the receiving end.

Not in this situation where Luna's safety was on the line.

Luxen was a royal Archdemon who wasn't in his element.

He had a hole in his wing but if Camio wanted to test him--

He loosened his shoulders to lull the leader in a false sense of meek resignation.

"You know how easy it is for me to kill all the members of your group, Camio." Giving each of the henchmen his innocent smile, Luxen looked over at the group with the epitome of calm.

Camio mocked, "Not when you have a broken wing."

Luxen had struck without warning.

His fingernails shot into talons in a millisecond before he impaled the henchman's shoulder from the front to the back, completely detaching his arm.

Luxen gripped the detached arm and threw it to his fellow henchmen behind him, offering them his flesh.

For food.

It was their chance to get stronger.

Camio was powerful than a high-level demon that was why Satan chose him.

Camio's comrades didn't hesitate to wrestle over Camio's flesh and bite them similar to how piranhas behaved when somebody dropped a piece of meat in an aquarium, demons as they all were.

Camio's full-body tremored and his dark, terrified eyes protruded without blinking.

Sweat accumulated on his forehead, determined not to make a sound.