Hell's Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (May 2021)

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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Ravin was glad to realize that touching an Archangel's feather didn't burn his Archdemon hands.

There was no purpose for an Archdemon to be trapped in this memory.

In a snap of a finger, the Archdemon of Gluttony's view changed.

His consciousness got transferred to another place.

Maybe, he had already broken from the trance the blue finger had given him.

But it was the first step of returning to his Kingdom—the First Circle of Hell.

Now, he stood at the center of the room, which had walls painted as red as blood.

He glanced around.

No windows.

He was enclosed in a small, red box that he can barely fit.

As he narrowed his gaze at the wall surface, Ravin swore he could feel them closing on in on him even if it wasn't moving.

He kept his breathing even as he calmed down.

The deafening silence made him flinch at his own footsteps because the ringing was so loud in his ears.

He must get out of here quickly!

Ravin didn't like rooms where he could barely stretch his demon wings.

It reminded him of when his Uncle, the Head Master Satan,  taught him Archdemon Magic when he was a fledgling Archdemon.

Shaking his head to drive away horrific events from his mind, he couldn't forget what the Grand Torturer put him through to gain the unlimited power he had now as the Archdemon of Gluttony.

The heavy chains.

The iron balls.

Whippings.

Multiple lacerations from the acquired Angel Blades.

He experienced a thousand slow repairs of his broken bones and the cuts on his flesh since he was deprived of eating souls for that endurance test.

He thought he was bleeding in his prison cell for an eternity until he was told that he had passed Satan's test, and he was finally set free.

It was the longest moment of his life--full of agony and suffering—and he could relate to his Amare in that department. Ravin didn't want to undergo all that torture again.

At least, no one will be able to challenge him into the tournament to steal his Kingdom and win.

Luna needed to suffer in her prison cell to gain strength and resilience so that she could do whatever she wanted in Hell.

She just had to get past Satan's test as he did.

Own a Circle in hell?

She could.

Beat an Archdemon in a battle because they pissed her off?

Easy.

Create portals so that she could go whichever Realm she desired to visit, including the Vampire Realm?

She can.

As long as she brought the rest of the Archdemons with her since out of all the Archdemons, Luna was the only one who had a physical body.

His Amare just had to endure, and all will be over soon.

She wasn't alone like she thought she was.

Ravin will help her get through it.

He tried to be kinder towards his mate when he visited, but she took it for granted and refused his goodwill.

Ravin was resentful, but he was always willing to try again when it came to her.

This red room was a shade darker than his Pleasure Room in his Castle.

It was filled with hundreds of enormous pocket watches hanging by its golden chain attached from the top of the ceiling at different lengths.

When he observed the luminous dials at a closer look, he realized that all of them were pointing at different times.

'What is this situation?' He felt something dropped in his stomach. 'He did not accidentally time traveled in the past through the Archangel's feather or did he?'

Ravin rubbed his chin in contemplation as he squinted at the minute-hand in each dial closely for any action.

All of the pocket watches seemed to be frozen in time!

There was one pocket watch that caught his attention at the farthest corner of the red room.

Without thinking twice, Ravin approached it, not allowing the other watches to touch his skin just in case it might set a dangerous alarm into motion.

After ducking and dodging here and there, he finally came face-to-face with this particularly small—

It wasn't a watch.

The markings and the luminous dials were absent.

Ravin figured out that something was different in this watch.

From afar, it appeared like a golden circle encasing a broken mirror split into two.

There was a dark hole from the cracked glass, which seemed like a bottomless dark pit on the other side, which Ravin thought was some portal.

If he could decipher how to get inside this broken mirror, maybe, it would bring him back to the present.

As he held the gilded edge of the mirror with his hands, Ravin inserted his head cautiously on the cracked hole, all the while avoiding the jagged edge of the glass to touch his neck.

Lowering his head, he stared into the abyss long enough until he felt it staring right back at him, sending shivers down his spine.

He also heard inaudible whispers in his ear, which only happened if an Earthly summoner conjured an Archdemon.

Chilled fingers caressed his nape.

It was indeed from the other side!

But who dared summon him at this time?

Ravin didn't like to go to the Material Realm since his mate was here.

He will have to bring his Amare there if the conjurer still insisted!

He waited for the rest of the eerie chants, but it abruptly stopped.

That was fine for him!

Closing his eyes, he muttered. 'I want to return to the present, blue feather. I am done here.'

Ravin's theory was proven true when he saw a brilliant explosion of white light around him, turning him into a supernova, as the black hole in the mirror sucked him back to his present reality.

Yet, there was only one single problem threatening to turn his world upside down.

He was planning to give the necklace to her as a gift.

But Luna had disappeared.