Hell's Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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She invaded Apollyon's mind.

Immense pressure rammed itself into his skull, followed by an insistent pounding in his head as if a tinkering hammer had buried nails in every part of it.

Gritting his teeth, he was forced to release Luna as he pressed his palms on his temples in hopes to alleviate the gut-wrenching torment.

Snarling, Apollyon thrashed at this sudden burst of energy, pressing, shoving against the barriers of his mind while his senses focused on his agony.

Apollyon thought it would never end.

The next thing he knew, Apollyon became slightly aware of the grass prickling underneath him.

At the last moment, a memory of Luna at their house on the mountaintops flashed across his mind before his mental barricades were taken over by the relentless icy grip taking hold of his entire brain.

Her secret about Luxen must be the reason for her peculiar behaviour that, at times, he accused her of being Lilith because she was acting out of sorts.

He knew it was his wife along with him, but her recent changes since their reunion made him doubt her identity, sometimes.

It turned out it was guilt and paranoia over the rape that made her throw the glass vases on the wall and hack her face with the glass shard.

Luna was afflicted with hallucinations.

She might suppose that she owned a cursed face for attracting these Archdemons into her life.

That was why she blamed herself.

Clawing his nails against the dirt, Apollyon mused in his silent wrath as his precious wife's exquisite beauty hovered above him.

As he breathed noisily, he couldn't fathom why his wife expected him to forgive her right away.

The consequence of this situation will lead to a domino effect of conflicts that would be harder to get out of.

That was why Apollyon strongly persisted that Luna should have stayed away from any Archdemon in Hell, not to be in their vicinity and engage them in a conversation.

It might be a mistake—an accident on her part—and Apollyon didn't want her to blame herself when she couldn't do anything about the rape.

Yes, that was true, but what would happen if the roles were reversed?

What if Apollyon slept with Lilith because he didn't know that it wasn't Luna's soul inside her physical body?

Would his wife forgive him right away for that when she 'hypothetically' didn't even touch anyone in Hell because she avoided the Arch demons like the plague knowing better that they couldn't be trusted?

Luna was just glad he didn't have anything to do with Lilith, who was inside her soul because Apollyon was careful.

He was so ecstatic when Luna came back, meeting him at the gardens of Lilac Manor and kissed Lilith without knowing it.

That was as far as he could get with physical contact with the Archdemon of Envy.

He might not have believed Cederic at first when he insisted it was Lilith in his arms as he lifted her and spun her around under the tree.

The military general used his sudden growth spurt as evidence.

Apollyon witnessed how Cederic and grown, yet he still hoped that his wife was indeed his wife.

He was logical enough to accept the possibility even if his whole heart was against that.

It was a good call to listen to the people—Cederic and Prince Aspen—around him but Luna—

'Did you ever think about the fact that I was alone in Hell, Apollyon?' An angry thought occurred in his mind, but it wasn't his. 'You were the only person I have in my life, and I had no one else to rely on, but you weren't there for me when I needed you the most. Of course, I know that these Archdemons couldn't be trusted. I'm sorry. I relied on my 'so-called Archdemon mates', hanging unto them so that I could survive in Hell. '

'How easy was it for you to invade my mind when I put up my cognitive walls the moment I recognized the traces of Archdemon Magic on me?' Apollyon replied through telepathy.  'The necklace on my chest is hotter compared to before.'

'I can hear you very clearly, Apollyon.' Luna warned. 'Think twice before I hear your thoughts.'

Some of her silver strands tickled his cheekbones, and he desired to lift a hand upward to stroke Luna's face, but he lost the strength in his arms...or was it because he couldn't afford to make her think that all was forgiven after her betrayal?

She might think it was easy to do it again.

Luna would cheat with one of the Archdemons because he hadn't inflicted a solid punishment through this emotional crime.

Apollyon's eyes turned heavy with every blink as his tense muscles relaxed when his wife's words finally sunk in his fading thoughts. "I should have shown you."

When he opened his eyes, he was inside a large room with an even larger king-sized bed that almost took the whole space instead of the mountains.

Gauzy sapphire curtains replaced the meadow.

Apollyon wondered if the vision in front of him was one of his memories with his wife.

He squinted around the place.

Mirrors replaced the walls, connecting from the ceiling to the floors.

Apollyon never recognized this luxurious space at all, but the way it was built, similar to his Vampire Lair's pleasure rooms, made him panic because he knew what would happen in here.

A breeze blew the curtains away, and Apollyon's eyes protruded when he saw the exact moment another man with the same likeness drove himself into her wife, followed by a rhythmic pounding that was all too familiar—a strenuous activity known since the dawn of time.

Luna wasn't lying when she told him that the man was him, and Apollyon didn't remember doing her in this room.

Hearing his wife's little moans made his blood run cold because those moans should be reserved only for his ears.

Adrenaline rushed through his body.

"Stop! Stop!" Apollyon bared his teeth, his lips pulling back as he let out a guttural roar. "I don't want to see them, Luna. Stop it! Right. Now!"