Hell's Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Luna let him down.

Her recklessness was the cause of Apollyon's affliction, and it would haunt her forever.

Tears ran down her face when Luna realized that she had hurt Apollyon so bad.

It was still a mystery to her if he can recover from this.

The consequences of her actions might be irreversible.

Apollyon's hand shot out in front of her before he held the back of her neck in a tight clasp, and Luna froze. "I think Luxen was tempted to have sexual congress with you because you were already his in his mind, and the mating bond compelled him to do it. He couldn't help it because being sexually attracted to your mate is an instinct."

Glowering at her, Apollyon gently pulled at her hair, tipping her head back as if he wanted to invade her thoughts through her eyes. Luna averted her gaze, "That's usually how a husband act around their mates. Not doing it with his wife is similar to fighting those sexual instincts."

"It was just impossible for Archdemons to repress it—and it was the Archdemon of Lust. You should have avoided him as much as possible!"  Apollyon growled with possessive fury, and it pissed Luna off, wanting to kick him in the shin.

This was the reason why she didn't want her husband to know her secret, making her guilty for hurting Apollyon with the truth shifting to frustration real quick. "You know it deep inside that being in close vicinity with an Archdemon of Lust was playing with fire!"

Luna couldn't stand his ill-judgment of her past behaviors when she couldn't do anything about this because no matter how powerful an Archdemon was, she couldn't turn back the time.

Didn't he understand that, or did he want them to argue again and go around in circles?

Luna let her rigid muscles relax, her hands limping to the sides to indicate submission, and begged, "Those Archdemons told me that the blood bond didn't work like that for them, husband,"

Why was she begging for the understanding he promised before when he couldn't even deliver?

This was her nightmare come to life—Apollyon being stubborn and not believing her side of the story.  "Archdemon males are detached, and they told me they didn't mind sharing their women and they could look for other women they have taken a fancy—"

"Are you sure about that?"

"--but weren't clingy when it came to sexual—"

Luna began to explain, only to be cut off.

"That didn't mean those Archdemons didn't want to do it with you, Luna." Apollyon's scrutiny shifted from her eyes to her vulnerable throat, his fangs lengthening. "Of course, these Archdemon males were tempted with you, especially when you are within sight. They might tell you otherwise, but you already know that their words couldn't be trusted. You know you are interacting with Archdemons in Hell, and to me, it felt like you trust them more than me when you are always so suspicious of my actions before. They aren't afraid to act on their darkest passions to the 'wife' they owned through their deceptions. You should have been more careful!"

When he bent his head closer to graze his sharp canines on the side of her jaw, Luna hunched her shoulders in fear, even if her husband hadn't done anything to hurt her.

Yet.

Would he tear the skin on her throat like how a monster would?

Nevertheless, Apollyon was careful.

No husband in their right mind would damage their pregnant wife to death even with immense hatred and rage.

Hopefully, her husband was still in his right mind.

"You told me he was one of your husbands with who you already cut soul ties, am I correct?" Apollyon asked as he hauled her against his chest as if reminding himself that she still belonged to him despite the accident. "Did it happen before or after you cut your soul cord with Luxen or not?"

"It happened afterward, Apollyon." Luna turned her head to get rid of his hand clasped unto the nape of her neck, but he didn't budge.

She didn't want him to touch her right now when the only thing she could get from him was a judgemental gaze—never empathy and understanding.

Apollyon couldn't provide that for her.

Nevermind, if she needed that, she might have to look for them somewhere else.

"He raped me for retaliation! "Luna added, baring her teeth as he narrowed her eyes at him, "He was so angry that I found out a way to get rid of him, cutting him out from my life and out of the mating bond."

"Then, why would you let him near you when the blood bond was already gone? I still couldn't comprehend why you allowed the Archdemon of Lust to touch you—to have access to you as I do!" Apollyon snarled, and Luna could hear the jealousy in his voice. "I thought I was the only one you loved, and you wouldn't replace me no matter what."

"I remained loyal to you despite how many years have passed. You were gone with no signs of coming back. Yet, I still clung to that tiny sliver of hope because I love you, and I know I could find a way to bring you back in this Realm." The jagged edge of his frustration made his words sharp, and it was ironic how he was rubbing his thumb against her throat. "Were you even happy that you are with me now, or were you just pretending this whole time?"

"Did you feel regret that I summoned your soul back to your physical vessel  when in fact, you are already adjusted living in Hell and doing better at being Archdemon after acquiring the magic you needed from Satan when Hecate had taken yours?" He asked quietly.

"Luxen used your face, Apollyon! I didn't lie to you at Ostara!" Luna sobbed, squeezing his shoulders hard to wake him up from his blindness. "I told you I didn't let anyone touch me, besides you."

He snapped. "--but you should have known better!"