Hell's Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Now that Apollyon figured out that these demons formed a barrier to lock them inside this indestructible cage of shadow hemisphere, his sensitive sight alternated into reality and illusion flickering into quick flashes of dark and light.

In battling these demons, one had to relax his muscles, make their mind blank for a long period, and practice discernment.

If Apollyon eliminated the fear in his mind with a conscious iron will, the barriers created by the demons vanished into nothing.

He swore if other creatures stared at the barriers for too long, they would realize that it was mass hysteria that caused this unfortunate circumstance.

It would probably trigger a seizure to all those who are brave enough to distinguish the glamour.

Wow.

After this was over and all was well, Apollyon would, no doubt, witness the Spring Courts' humiliation for not recognizing the strong glamour these demons used after feeding on dark energies.

Of course, it would hurt the pride of the Spring Courts.

It would be hard to admit defeat when the Fair Folk are the Masters of illusions and glamour themselves.

Despite its shadow-like movements and wraith-like appearance, the demons' forms were corporeal, and like the rest of the Demon Kind, they can possess any creature that they perceived as owning a weak soul.

These evil spirits can sense the weak easily through the creature's overwhelming negative emotions, sending these demons a signal, words written all over their faces which said 'EAT ME.'

These insidious demons…

They still existed in the here and now and were real, except that some of the things they do weren't.

All demons didn't have a physical form in this Worldly Realm, and their strength could be measured by the number of creatures who can see them in their naked eye, and they needed a body to possess to declare their wicked existence.

With his eyes shut tight, Apollyon silenced his mind to hear his wife's thoughts—her inner monologues—to sense her in the pitch-black atmosphere.

Nobody dared attack him as the demons continued to pounce unto the weaker spring faeries—to possess their bodies, kill the rest who was unlucky to be in their vicinity without thought.

When their host got killed, they would transfer into another.

He frowned when he almost couldn't detect the location of his wife.

After a few minutes of catching her soft and inaudible spiels, Apollyon didn't let go, taking hold of them with his imaginary hands as if it was a golden thread, leading him back to her.

'I will eat.' Hearing those peculiar words in his wife's voice, Apollyon teleported behind her and clutched her shoulders.

Apollyon's heart stopped momentarily when Luna enveloped him in a hug after copping a feel of his muscular shape.

With eyebrows rising in surprise, Apollyon's arms hang awkwardly in the air before he let them settle in her back.

He smirked and squeezed her, his heart filled with warmth.

In times of crisis, Luna never forgot to remind him of his importance in her life.

Luna and Apollyon could escape if they found the weakest point on the vault's surface.

He explained that to his wife, but she shook his head instead, refusing to heed his game plan.

Ah.

Apollyon sighed in frustration, but he listened to Luna's statement before judging her but not even his wife could escape his disapproving scowl in his face when he heard such a stupid, reckless idea.

Hundreds of questions bombarded in his anxious brain.

Eating demons?

Do Archdemons feed on weaker demons?

Could Luna handle eating demons in her vampire body without harming the baby?

He kept all those queries inside and pursed his lips shut, or else he might regret it.

These were the times where she didn't like that his wife had a mind of her own, for she was determined to rescue the rest without delivering her pregnant self to safety first.

Sometimes, Apollyon just wanted to give himself a mental slap, you know, wondering why his wife was concerned about the rest of the spring faeries, disregarding the one creature that she should only care about—their child.

Nevertheless, Apollyon trusted Luna's judgment no matter how nonsensical and outrageous it was because she was an Archdemon who knew what's best to handle these demons and defeat them.

Apollyon will let her do her thing while he protected her on the sidelines, making sure that no tainted creatures would advance and attack them.

If his wife's strategy didn't work, then his plan will be the last resort.

With his back facing Luna, Apollyon circled her as he slashed at the possessed faeries with vigor using his sword.

Nothing aided him except his supernatural sense.

Strong gusts of wind alerted Apollyon, and he looked over his shoulder to check what was going on.

He could feel the air currents throwing sparks around his wife, including him, and he flinched when it crackled under his skin.

Apollyon could barely see a thing, but the sudden bursts of light made him witness what was happening around them.

He couldn't summon a simple glowing orb inside this trap, which might also be Luna's situation.

She must be using Archdemon Magic so she could produce these sporadic bursts of luminescence.

What happened next made Apollyon step backward away from his wife the moment she parted her lips.

Green mist emerged out of her small mouth in thick smoke as it alternated into wisps.

Apollyon continued to retreat from his wife, craning his neck as he glanced up, up, up to the creature forming from the thick smog as lightning flashed around its shiny scales.

His wife summoned a strong colossal serpent with a heavy mass almost as large as Lilac Manor, and it was the largest snake he had ever seen—the greatest size for a snake to exist in a Realm.

It could easily tower castles and mountains, and his massive fangs could cut down ancient barks.

The serpent's color was of green jade, and its yellow rings ran down its scales.

As its reptilian eyes opened, the snake glanced down at him with its sharp gaze before it shifted its attention to the shadow barrier and took a long lick at its surface.

Apollyon could hear the serpent swallow, rolling the taste of the demons in its tongue before its triangular-shaped head withdrew far enough and catapulted itself at the thick barriers, destroying the wall with a loud explosion.

The forceful attack made a gigantic hole, sending the shadow demons to fill the hole with their forms, cover them in panic before the rest of the spring faeries could see them, and fly away from their makeshift prison.

Now that the serpent realized that space increased because of the hole, it didn't feel constricted anymore as it stretched towards the crater and coiled its body, revealing more length behind it as it rattled its tail in excitement.

The rest of the pitch-black shadows formed a thick, dark ring as it choked the neck of the serpent, which settled at the hole of the shadow barriers, crushing it into a pulp.

Apollyon stood there, mesmerized as he watched the two demons' familiars battle with each other.