Hell's Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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

Luna let out a chuckle.

Her brows furrowed when she remembered her dream.

She glanced down at the blood pooling beneath her feet, not noticing that her bare soles turned the glass shards into soft glittering fragments the more she walked all over them.

She became accustomed to the sharp edges, adapting to the hurt and the pain.

Her scars might vanish as her vampire blood sealed it shut, but it wouldn't heal if she didn't take out the pieces of glass one by one.

The floor was a mix of blood, pulverized glass vases, and the ruined flower petals of salmon-pinks and purple and green leaves.

Luna realized that day that she found the scent of flowers and blood make an interesting combination.

"How funny!" She chuckled.

Later on, Luna's chuckles turned into something big and loud before cackling like a maniac, and her sardonic laugh was accompanied by tears smeared with blood.

Clearing her throat, Luna tried to get herself together.

Bending over, Luna picked one large piece of broken glass and pressed the sharp edge in her throat.

Her vampire blood dribbled from her forearms to her elbow, dripping into the wooden floor.

If this went on, it would turn the pool of blood into an ocean.

Her heartbeat accelerated as she thought of her plans.

Shutting her eyes tight, Luna didn't hesitate to slash her throat, and she gasped.

Her jaws clenched.

Luna bit her lip to curb her cries and replaced the shard with her palm, pinning it at the wound to slow down the bleeding.

She can drink Apollyon's blood when he arrived if he still wanted to see her awake.

Loss of blood can make her weak, but maybe, that would make her husband think twice about leaving her alone next time.

This pain and damage wouldn't last, and she would quickly heal as a vampire.

She only did this to intimidate these Archdemon bastards in front of her.

Breathing hard, Luna flexed her fingers with the strong urge to slap their faces.

They don't really care about her in the long run.

Their claims about loving her went too far that it made her want to throw up.

"Both of you disgust me." Luna lifted her chin as she glowered at them. "I did not ask for that dream to happen. I have a husband."

There was no response except their cold, blank stares.

"You just want me to own my soul." Luna carried on as heat flushed through her limbs. "There was no use playing with their ruse, claiming you love me because of the blood bond and all that bullshit."

It hurt her pride, but she had to do it.

"Please let me go." Luna whimpered as her nails bit into her own palms."I beg you two."

Both of them shook their heads in refusal, and the urge to tear these handsome bastards into pieces was overwhelming.

"There is no benefit of being with me. All of you Archdemons were just greedy sons of a bitches." Luna explained as she gritted her teeth. "You cling to me so that you could cross the Worldly Realms and gain power."

"It had nothing to do with me." Her arms swung around as she stomped her feet on the silver fragments in anger.  "I wouldn't let you enter in this Realm to wreak havoc on other people's lives just like you wrecked mine."

Her hands quivered at the force of her anger when Ravin and Luxen, who stood in front of her, vanished like the apparitions she thought they were.

Luna's heart froze in her chest as her eyes widened in shock.

At first, Luna couldn't believe that they were a mere figment of her imagination.

She thought they had followed her in the Faerie Realm as they watched her with their dead, blank stare with their broad backs leaning against the wall and their arms crossed over their chest.

It finally sunk in that she was talking to no one else.

She thought Ravin and Luxen were successful in entering this Realm, but it was actually a delusion of hers.

Luna hurried to watch herself in front of the mirror.

It was of a beautiful and sensual silver-haired woman wearing lacy lingerie as she stood in a black corset, her green eyes lighting up like a million stars.

She scanned her reflection with intense scrutiny.

No perfection is worth enough, and she hated that fact.

Luna hated how she looked even if she tried so hard not to care.

Was this the face Lilith wanted to claim as her own so that Apollyon would love her?!

The same face Ravin and Luxen couldn't let go out of all the women they have been with?!

WHY?!

"This is the face you like, huh, Ravin?!" Luna demanded as she talked to him through her reflection. "This face?!"

"You're a man." Luna could see a throbbing vein of her temple from the force of her anger as she fought back her tears. "Was it all about beauty?!"

"I am not your mate, you bastard!" Crying was never on her list of options except to win. "If I can't get rid of you no matter how hard I try, I would make you leave me alone!"

Luna declared, "I will destroy me!"

She felt the freshness of the cool breeze coming through from the open window, but she ignored it.

"I will make myself so ugly you couldn't even look at me or stand in the same room ever again," Luna screamed and slashed her face twice with the piece of shards before someone came in, bursting through the door.

"Luna," Apollyon shouted, and his footsteps were fast heavy thuds landing on the floorboards as he stalked towards her.

He faced Luna for a few seconds before moving a few steps forward to place the bouquets on the table behind her.

Apollyon returned, grabbed her hand, which held the glass shard, and angrily threw it to the side, "What are you doing—hurting yourself?"