Hell's Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (June 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Suddenly, Apollyon could hear his wife screaming his name while he was staring absentmindedly on the wall in contemplation.

'Apollyon!' It was Luna's high-pitched voice calling out to him.

Pressing his hands on either side of his head, Apollyon covered his ears to alleviate the shocking pain of that high-pitched call.

It was a fierce cry of help from his wife, piercing his brain like it was stabbed in the knife from the left side of his temple to the left.

He can't pick up anything from his wife's side except her hollers which did not tell him anything of what transpired between her and her mother.

Yet, it didn't stop there.

It continued to reverberate in his thoughts, echoing, as if it was an auditory hallucination.

'Wife?' He replied quickly since her tone sounded urgent and in dire need. 'Are you there?'

Apollyon waited for a reply but he was only met with eerie silence which turned him cold from the inside out.

Flinching, his shoulders hunched over in shock.

'Luna. You aren't answering me.' Apollyon gritted his teeth as he thought. ' Where the Hell did my mother take you?'

This time, he allowed his wife to make her feel the gravity of his frustration.

His self-control was a dam that finally broke.

Earlier, he was holding himself back from forbidding his wife to go with his mother alone.

He was a simple man easily seduced by his wife's large green eyes and her provocative physical touches in front of everyone.

Apollyon's jaw tightened as he frowned.

Both of them agreed that her mother was a cuckoo lady but Luna still pushed through with it.

What are they going to talk about which prohibited a man's presence?

Was it really necessary?

He allowed the private discussion because he trusted her ability to protect herself as a strong Archdemon.

Now, she could be in trouble but he wasn't there to help. 'Answer me right now or I will hunt you down, wife.'

There was no response and he couldn't hear Luna's voice trying to reach out to him anymore.

His attempt at communication through their mating bond was met with a dark boundary covering Luna's mind.

It had the power to absorb any levels of energy that made contact with its surface and transmute it within that thick obstruction.

His eyes widened in surprise when he realized he couldn't go to where she was through teleportation because of this.

He could feel the pressure of something jagged pushing into his heart and mind.

Clenching his fists, Apollyon fought to maintain his balance when his knees began to weaken.

Apollyon lost all his strength as he crumpled to the ground and fell to his knees, breathing hard.

The unbearable ache in his chest felt like an invisible hand squeezed his heart so hard until it exploded with fresh vampire blood splattering on the walls—the red creating a stark contrast leaf-green.

Apollyon grimaced, turning his head from left to right.

He squinted at the hallways to check if someone nearby had done this to him.

The Summer Monarchs were already out in the vicinity except for Princess Sapphire and the patients.

There was nobody with him in the corridors aside from the Faerie Sentinels guarding the royal infirmary.

Alarmed, the armed guards rushed to his aid, as they barked questions at him that he couldn't comprehend.

Why did this happen from out-of-the-blue?

Apollyon could only shake his head, his mind too befuddled to answer the guards right.

Both of them pulled at his arm and placed them around their shoulders, assisting them to stand—instead of carrying him like a foolish drunk that they should throw out of the tavern and kept his dignity as the Vampire King.

They carried him to the infirmary as Apollyon groaned, clutching and clawing at his tunic until his callused palms could feel his heartbeat…. turning slow and faint.

Almost dead.

Apollyon's eyes fell shut.

That was when he saw a vision of Luna…falling from such a high place with the thick layers of her pink gown flying all over the place.

Her long silver hair detached from its golden pin with hanging diamond beads—  as if she was a snow-covered leaf falling from the tree branch, floating through the breeze before it reached the murky black waters.

Phantoms with glowing yellow eyes waited for her, creeping in the shadows.

Her lips were parted in a frozen scream and her green eyes were wide in disbelief.

Apollyon's eyes fell on her chest.

There was a gaping hole where her heart should be that Apollyon's hand could pass right through it.

Blood gushed out of her pale legs.

The scent was so potent that it forced Apollyon's fangs to grow and that broke him out of his trance. He opened his eyes.

"I am good, sentinel. You can release me now." Apollyon said as he regained his strength back t his limbs,  "There is no need for me to go to the infirmary."

They released him before they could even reach the infirmary's threshold and bowed their heads respectfully. "Yes. Your Highness."

For a second there, Apollyon swore that he couldn't hear his wife's life force.

Fear, panic and anger and all those negative emotions cropped up and this internal battle occurred within him, trying to one-up the other.

He didn't care who was the winner because he needed answers.

Apollyon halted as his left eye twitched in ire.

Was her life in danger?

He ran a jerky hand through his hair as he looked around.

'What did Princess Ourania did to her?'

'Luna. Are you alright?' Apollyon thought hard as he projected them specifically through their mind link but he couldn't feel her anymore.

This was different.

She wasn't hiding her thoughts from him like she usually did when she had a secret she wasn't ready to tell.

It felt like she was gone from the Material Plane.

Hopefully, she wasn't anywhere near Hell.

Apollyon straightened his spine, paying full attention to his mind link with Luna and stretching his awareness as much as she could to catch even a glimpse of Luna's words.

He halted her efforts when he saw Princess Ourania across him at the corridors as she tried to turn into a corner.

She was wearing all white.