Hell's Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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'Fancy a threesome, Amare?'

Luna's eyes widened, holding her breath as she stood by the table, frozen in place.

'Fancy a threesome…' Those words echoed in her head in Ravin's deep voice, bouncing into the walls of her mind in a slow dissonance with each other, creating a lag.

Stumbling into an uneven step, Luna moaned, feeling like someone had cracked her head open with a jagged rock.

Ravin refused to leave her alone, his words circling her thoughts like vultures waiting for the game's last breath before tearing its flesh up.

'No, these voices in her head weren't real.' Shaking her head, Luna took deep breaths as she muttered, "My mind was still in a state of survival from the traumas I experienced in Hell, protecting me, telling me to be careful, to be distrusting, to be paranoid, yet it was giving me more harm than good. This traumatized brain is not helping me normally live, to be sane, but there was no way I can throw it away and replace it with another one."

"--but everything would be alright as long as I could cultivate Archdemon Magic to open portals so that I could escape no matter what Realm I found myself in," Luna smiled at no one, in particular, cheering herself up.

The act of smiling—of stretching mouths and lips curving upwards—will make someone happier and brighten their days even more.

Luna just had to fake it until she made it.

The curl of her lips dropped a little when Satan crossed her mind.

As his favorite student, Master Satan taught her during his individual class how to utilize Archdemon Magic in opening portals.

Still, she already escaped from prison before she could take a test.

"No Archdemons can catch me because I would be as slippery as an eel." She promised herself, smiling as she gritted her teeth, "Not even an Archdemon husband like Ravin and certainly not Lilith."

Nobody will have the ability to open portals like her, and most especially, no Archdemons can ever pin her down.

'I find it unfair that you have fucked Luxen when you wouldn't even let me touch you, Amare,' The voice in her head murmured, followed by Luxen's husky laugh as he clutched her inner thighs as she pounded her from behind, 'You're so tight.'

A scream escaped from her throat.

It was a scream of distress—a cry for help.

Luna dropped the flowers in her grasp and pressed her knuckles all over her temples to alleviate the splitting headache.

It felt like she heard those words just recently.

Eyes falling shut, Luna's eyebrows closed in concentration.

Ravin… Ravin… Where did she hear that?

Luna swallowed hard as if that would get rid of her heart hammering in her throat.

No visual memory of hers struck her along with that particular line.

Luna could only see the pitch-black darkness at the back of her closed lids.

'I heard that in the dream!' Luna finally recalled in both fear and exhilaration. She scowled. '—in the dream, I only retained my sense of touch but the loss of sight and the ability to speak—

'You feel so good.'

Luna clenched her fists in anger, and her entire body trembling from the haunting words.

She screamed at the top of her lungs.

The recollection of the dream struck her like a bolt of lightning.

She finally remembered what happened before she woke up in this Realm.

Ravin, Luxen, and Luna...

The Archdemon brothers forced her into a threesome and violated her body, possessing her without consent.

Something in her heart broke, and it can't be fixed.

Luxen had raped her with Apollyon's face, but what happened in the dream before she woke up... was that real?

Did they summon her back to Hell so that they could--

Or was it her mind making up those scenarios?

Hands shaking with terror, it felt eerily authentic, and she had no other way to figure out the truth.

The back of her hand swatted the glass vase by accident, and it came crashing to the floor.

She glanced down to witness the trickles of blood flowing from her pale legs.

Some of the glass shards latched unto her calves.

Luna saw Ravin's apparition at the corner of her eye.

Her hands clenched and unclenched into fists as she bared her teeth, her gaze still fixed at the floor.

Why did she have to live with a life like this—living with the memories of the Archdemons who have taken everything she had ever wanted—her past, present, future, and every essence taken from her?

Luna only desired to live with Apollyon in peace in the Vampire Realm along with their children.

Would that be too much to ask for the gods and the goddesses?!

Why can't she be free from those cold-blooded monsters, fucking her life over and over again?!

"Ravin!" As she raised her head and turned, Luna stalked towards him.

"You—" Her smile was a curl of distaste as she jabbed a finger on his chest. "Weren't you contented of how much you have destroyed my life yet?!"

"You and Luxen—" As if the bastard heard his name in her mouth, Luxen's apparition appeared beside where Ravin stood, staring at her with detached pity.

Nostrils flaring, Luna hated the look in their eyes so much that she went back to the table, picked up the rest of the glass vases and hurled them at Luxen and Ravin.

The glass didn't touch the Archdemons because they didn't have a physical body in this Realm and that fact made her shriek in rage.

The Archdemons didn't speak and just watched her make a scene alone in this room.

The vases hit the wall--a series of a loud crash followed by the other-- and some of the shards bounced right into her face.

When she felt something was embedded on her cheek, she plucked it out with a fingernail, but she didn't miss the drops of blood dripping down her chin to land on the floor in soft ticks.

The sweet, delicious smell of her own blood permeated as the sunlight spilled inside the dark room.