Hell's Consort

New Chapter for Highest Tier (May 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Luna was certain her husband's consciousness had already reached out to hers, but Apollyon didn't interrupt her, content on their companionable silence.

Out of all the things Luna, Apollyon, Queen Titania, and King Oberon discussed, the myth about the First Made Demons bothered her the most rather than this Tree of Four Seasons.

She had gone to Hell, but he couldn't figure, for the life of her, who between Satan and Lucifer was the Watcher who turned into a Fallen Angel!

Did Fallen Angels transform into an Archdemon later on?

Where are they, and why couldn't she see them when she stayed in Hell for months?

Ravin, Sloth, and Luxen didn't introduce her to some of the First Made Archdemons.

Did they still exist except the Demon King and his bastard brother who ordered the Grand Torturer to punish and make her stronger and perform Archdemon Magic?

At least as a current Archdemon, Luna figured out the origin of the DemonKind was, and this information might be important in the future.

Maybe, somewhere along her journey, she could use this knowledge as a weapon to defeat the Archdemons who ruined her life.

She was itching to solve the mysteries circling like vultures over her thoughts.

Luna informed her husband that she would be interested in staying in the Summer Palace with him. But Apollyon only snorted in response, telling her to think about it for three days if Luna changed her mind.

They will not only live with her grandparents (who are somewhat amiable in her presence because who wouldn't when they need her to do something)—but both of them would also be dealing with her mother.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, Luna could stay here in the Summer Palace if Luna knew how to avoid the lady who hated her guts.

In Vinca Inn, nobody knew them, and most of all, nobody would give a damn about what they do, so that place was more advantageous to them.

Never mind that they have an unlikely ally at their side who can assist them with any of their requests since the innkeeper would be loyal to them than all the servants of this Summer Palace combined.

She wiped the sweat at the back of her neck and gathered her silver hair in both hands, twirling them in one direction tightly before letting it go, flowing like silk behind her back.

The portcullis at the outer gatehouse served as additional security along with the colossal metal door, and the outer gatehouse was the only easy way across the moat and inside the Summer Castle. Any other side would be futile.

It was easier to prowl this Castle if one was a vampire  (especially one who can teleport like Apollyon) as long as one can familiarize the entire location's ins and outs.

They will have no problem escaping.

Apollyon and Luna got out of the inner gatehouse to explore the outer court, admiring the view absently and strolling at the Castle without an aim in mind--just two sweet couples locking arms around each other.

Any Fae who might come across them will know that their minds were a bit absent as they walked at a snail's pace, thinking about the real gravity of their situation.

Would the mythical Tree of Four Seasons reveal itself to her as what Princess Ourania's painting had shown?

King Oberon told her that the last time that mythical Tree existed was during the First Angelic War.

The Summer King wasn't born yet when this ancient tree existed, and this myth was passed down generations after generations from his childhood and still went on until he achieved victory as the King of the Summer Courts with Queen Titania by her side.

The First Angelic War came in first with a long history compared to the Faerie War that King Oberon was lucky enough…or unlucky enough to witness.

Did Luna have the power to hold the special fruit in her hands despite being an Archdemon to help this present and future Fairfolk to prevent any kinds of demonic possession like what happened at Ostara?

Because if that happened one more time and Luna would have no choice to rescue these ungrateful creatures by ingesting more demons in her system, she would once again reveal her true nature, which would ultimately lead to her demise.

King Oberon also informed them of an Archangel watching over it.

Those people who can find this mythical tree in the Faerie Realm must be worthy in the Archangel's eyes.

But how can an Archdemon be worthy?

Can Luna eat it to get rid of this another Archdemon who has not yet awakened in her physical body, or would this special fruit also send her to Hell and would never come back?

Would this be the right time to tell Apollyon about Lilith?

Now, Apollyon stood with Luna side-by-side as they leaned their elbows to the bridge, and she glanced down at the blue-green waters of the moat surrounding the Summer Castle, keeping them cool in this hot weather.

The summer winds threatened to melt them into ethers.

As she wondered why Apollyon wasn't suffering as much as her when he was the one who was used to the Arctic Tundras, Luna didn't hesitate to bend over and ripped her long skirts off with her bare hands, exposing her pale, sweaty legs.

Her husband's eyes widened before narrowing his eyes as he grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to face him.

From the clicking of his tongue, Luna knew her husband didn't like her showing a lot of skin for the masculine gaze, but she looked him in the eye and shrugged with nonchalance.

Tearing a strip of an aquamarine fabric into a ribbon, she tied her hair up in a ponytail to which Apollyon took a step backwards, scanned her from head-to-toe, and nodded his head, dark realization in his Prussian Blue eyes.

He finally got the idea that she felt hot as she fanned her face with her hand.