Hell's Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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'Please not now!' Apollyon beseeched, and when he glanced above him to pray to the gods and goddesses, demanding them to show his missing wife, the colossal serpent entered his vision.

Another flush of adrenaline tingled through his body from the sight.

There was no reason to be startled at its appearance when the demon serpent was hard to miss as it floated in the sky.

With every stretch of its thick and lengthy form, it slammed against the demon barriers, and the recipient of the damage shattered into specks of dust, effectively destroying it without meaning to.

Some demons weren't able to return to their individual forms.

The rest would either morph their remaining demon essence into another whole demon, or they would cease to exist because they burned themselves out from consuming too much power after taking in damaging blows.

Maybe, fear wasn't enough to sustain them as a demonic Legion because of the snake spirit.

All the spring faeries were ignorant of how these shape-shifting demons operate, and Apollyon couldn't blame them either because he wasn't aware of it in the first place.

Apollyon even raised a curious eyebrow during his discussion with Luna when he figured out that his wife also knew about it.

Apollyon's wife was smart when it came to how the enemy worked and making him feel loved and desired, but the rest of his wife's charms will be up for debate.

It was nice that the serpent hated to be constrained in such a tight and enclosed space.

Apollyon blinked rapidly along with the rest of the spring faeries when the demons who possessed the tainted ones moved out of their bodies to aid their fellow demons attacking Luna's serpent, uniting their sprits on the black circlet.

The thick midnight ring which throttled the snake's neck shattered into pieces as the serpent shed its old skin to reveal a new one.

Apollyon felt it in their dark auras that these devils were highly strung, and some of them didn't recover from the heat of the demon snake spirit.

The serpent's new skin of black and red burned the fear-eating demons with Hellfire, effectively weakening their troops.

He finally saw his wife settled at the top of the snake's triangular head.

It was Luna's rightful throne as the summoner of the demon familiar.

Apollyon's rigid posture released all its tension.

Chills ran down his spine as the tiny hairs on his neck stood on its end as he watched Luna, mesmerized by the silver-haired beauty that was his wife.

Her dripping wet locks were a gorgeous mess of curls as the strong winds blew them into all sorts of directions.

He had never seen her look so smug even as she wore a poker face with her brows slightly knitting in a grim determination—so bold and confident to face death itself in her torn halterneck top and the loose tunic he tied around Luna's waist, showing her shapely calves.

She was an Amazonian Warrior through and through as he saw her sword and shield materialized in her hands.

Luna had gone to Hell and back, and it was time to prove how powerful she was an Archdemon.

Even if he appeared busy scrutinizing Luna, Apollyon will remain alert and vigilant, using his Fae Magic to catch her if she slipped from the scales and fall.

As he clenched her fists, Apollyon felt regret that he was a mere audience watching on the sidelines because it was his job as a husband to protect his wife.

Why was it the other way around?

He sighed as he bit his lower lip until it bled in ire.

Never in his entire immortal life as a Vampire King was there a moment where he felt helplessly emasculated.

It wasn't a good feeling to be a supporting role in the middle of a battlefield.

After this battle, Apollyon would find ways to covet the power of an Archdemon so that he would become stronger than his wife to protect her.

Watching Luna attempting to stand up at the top and regaining her balance as the serpent moved its head around was a feat herself.

It came to a point where the deformed demons burst into fragments before they could even retreat to regain their energy and attack for the second time.

Their anxiety leaked out from their barriers around the Demon Snake Spirit was palpable.

Their nervous tension and the desire to flee from Krinoniapolis vibrated in the air.

Did these fear-eating demons finally felt fear over the Demon Snake Spirit?

That must be sad and overwhelming when they were literally the embodiment of fear.

Apollyon's lips curved in a sardonic grin.

This battle wouldn't last an hour because he already knew who will win.

Thousands of pieces of old snakeskin with green scales and yellow rings on its cold, shiny form rained on top of their heads as the strong breeze made it descend in slow motion along with the drizzles of rain shower from the Spring Monarch's typhoon, quenching the remaining flames from the bonfire.

The demons got rid of the dark prison they built around the spring faeries by separating themselves into individual souls before clustering to morph into a griffin.

It advanced, quick and nimble, as its paws clawed at the snake's green shield of armor without warning.

Luna's serpent was extremely fast in evading the griffin's sudden attack and successfully flung its large head out of the way and bounced back, tossing the enemy from afar with a victorious hiss.

The griffin screeched loudly with its beak in a war cry and angrily struck back at Luna in a rampage. Due to its size and length, it was easy for the snake spirit to throw its body towards the demon griffin and coil around the lion's midriff, constricting t it to death.

Before the griffin pulled back its head and ate one of the snake's glowing red eyes or push Luna off her seat of power, she jumped unto the griffin and drove the sword into the dark demon griffin electrocuting it with the red lightning coming out of her weapon.

Immobilized by the severe burns inflicted by the sword, the snake spirit strangled the griffin's neck before opening its jaws wide enough to swallow the demon griffin whole.