Hell's Consort

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The Archdemon of Lust

Prince Luxen from the Second Circle of Hell

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"I want you to stand inside this triangle and jerk your seed off on the pink flower while I start with the ritual."

Taken aback, Luxen raised an eyebrow, giving Lilith a fixed stare. "Why would I trust you that you wouldn't screw me over if you include me in your ritual?"

Clearing his throat, Luxen gripped Lilith's palms which rested on his shoulders, annoyed with its invasive familiarity. "I don't know anything related to Underworld Magic."

Shivering from the feel of her long nails dragging on his chest, Luxen gently put her hands down. "This doesn't make sense to me."

"Well, of course, it didn't." It was a relief not to tell this woman that her fingers on his body felt like hairy spiders crawling on the thin fabric of his shirt. "You aren't a practicing High Priestess," Lilith said, her arms hung awkwardly to her sides. "You know that Archdemon Magic can only be used if I have someone from the Spirit Realm to conjure me and bring me to the other side."

Luxen nodded in agreement with that because that wasn't new.

"That Fae who conjured me in exchange for the unicorns wouldn't be useful right now. " There was a hint of desperation in her voice as it rose into a higher volume. "My goal was to get inside Luna's body. First, I have to establish a connection between her and me. Underworld Magic will be most suitable to use because it would come from within me and not any conjurer, to which I would try to link with the wench's body in the Vampire Realm."

"Are you sure that the Underworld Magic is going to work than using the Archdemon Magic?" Tilting his head, Luxen paused for a moment as he rubbed his chin in contemplation. "I think Archdemon Magic is more reliable if you can manipulate the conjurer to do what you want. If you would use the magic you have acquired from Hecate, it might backfire on you."

"I'm in a hurry, Luxen, and I had no time to coax my conjurer from the Fae Realm." Lilith's brows knitted in determination. "I had no time to be gradual and subtle."

Lilith turned her back on him, stepping inside her magic circle but then she hesitated, her feet hovering on the top of the pyramid. "The Fae is somewhat of a leader of an infamous group of rebellious Faes. I will risk the magic I had learned from Hecate. It wouldn't backfire because I paid a hefty price for it. My life."

Lilith faced him again, but this time, Luxen had seen how her grey eyes appeared lit with flames as they trembled, searching his face. "It was Hecate's mistake for trusting my potential since it became the source of my power."

She whispered. "She couldn't take it from me."

"I was the reason why she always took the grimoire's copy with her in which a few of my successors had access to." Lilith had paced back and forth as she pressed a fist on her mouth. "I have torn the forbidden pages of the original grimoire and burned them myself so that I will have more power over the High Priestesses."

"Hecate even took Luna's grimoire with her after the Vampire King had taken her virginity." Lilith's face appeared like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Mayhap, it pained her to admit that her archnemesis had fucked her obsession first. "She had pledged her loyalty to the Vampire Realm instead of the Underworld, and that's her choice."

"Hmm." Luxen hummed, staring into the magic circle and the triangle inscribed in it without actually looking at it.  "I think what you are planning will work, Lilith."

If Lilith could get to the Vampire Realm, perhaps, she could create the portals herself to bring them demons in the Vampire Realm if she wouldn't be distracted by that Apollyon.

He was so immersed in Lilith's assumptions that his mind was a Hellhound, already sniffing—scanning, rather—for possible loopholes in every word she uttered.

As if something finally clicked into his brain when his gaze focused on the triangle, he wondered why it had appeared familiar. "I just remembered—"

Luxen wouldn't give up until he had taken a bite of something juicy—juicy information. "When I was making love with Domina, I saw this same red triangle you have drawn on the floor inside your magic circle on her chest—"

"It's the mark of the Triple Moon Goddess, Luxen. It is the beginning of the beginning—the mother beyond the mother. " Lilith cut her off. "This triangle represented a woman's womb. The womb is also considered a portal from the Spirit Realm to the world where new and old, good and evil souls can pass through to be born by soul contracts."

"Ah." Luxen drawled and pressed his lips in thought.  "So, Hecate had basically disowned her and marked her again." He raised an eyebrow and asked, uncertain. "For what purpose? Did she become her High Priestess again?

'When the Goddess of the Underworld is involved, I swear things would escalate in a much grander scale in the name of a higher purpose." Lilith replied in quiet resignation.

She sighed. "You and Ravin should keep the wench under control in case she and the goddess might attempt to foil the Demonkind's plans."

"This higher purpose is vague."

"We can't see the Higher Purpose, but it sees everything—watching and waiting." Luxen had witnessed an unholy twinkle in her eyes, and it made him watch her with suspicion. "We, Archdemons, shouldn't let our guards down against her because we still didn't know what those marks entailed and what it can do for the wench."

Luxen gave her a condescending smile. "How did you know about the marks, Lilith?"

Clenching and unclenching her fists, Lilith wrenched her anger under control with sheer effort, "You saw me earlier while I was scrying on the mirror, and her tattoos were obvious while you were lovemaking."