Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter On Highest Tier (July 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"Let's just get inside the suite, wife."

Apollyon pulled the golden key from his pocket, inserted it in the suite's keyhole, and turned it until he heard the click.

The wooden carving of the owl blinked thrice before the double doors opened to reveal the panoramic view at the terrace. "I know you want me for yourself, but I still had the right to refuse you if I don't want to do it."

Luna gasped in surprise.

It took her a minute to process his words.

"But… But you are my mate, Apollyon." Luna whispered. "I thought you loved me."

"I thought we made this clear that we should respect our boundaries, wife."

"Why—why would y-you do that?" She demanded in a whisper-shout, outraged by his sudden audacity. " Does this mean you don't want me anymore? Are you releasing me from the mating bond?"

Apollyon smirked, shaking his head as he remained still, not giving her the privilege to even talk to him eye to eye.  "I have the right to say no just like you have the right to say no, wife." The Archdemon of Envy didn't deserve that level of acknowledgment.  "Do you understand?"

Her response was an eerie silence.

Thin gauzy aquamarine curtains danced like sea waves in the air when a strong warm breeze caressed his face, pulling back his messy raven hair from his forehead.

As he swept his gaze through the area, his eyes fell to their canopied bed without thinking.

Brows knitting into a scowl, Apollyon wondered if this was where 'sleeping with thy enemy' came from.

Maybe, he could sleep on the floor or the leather couch in the solar.

Velvety carpets covered the flooring for the tenant's convenience if they want to traipse around the place barefoot.

Yet, there was this one problem he couldn't elude.

Lilith would be suspicious if he just denied her out of nowhere.

The moment she noticed, she might grow more desperate as the days went by like what she did in the past.

Well, it was either that or she wouldn't.

Apollyon already refused her seduction once at the waterfalls when he preferred Princess Sapphire to stay until the end rather than choosing their alone time as a couple.

Luna's resentment would grow even more if she figured out that he had no intention of sleeping with her.

Now, he must create a valid reason for not laying with her on the bed.

If Lilith were smart, she wouldn't make the same mistakes and reveal herself when she should be behaving like his wife.

Lilith must not know that he knew about her.

With his temples throbbing into a full-blow headache, Apollyon rubbed the back of his neck in frustration.

He also had to find a way to help Luna gain more strength and take over her vessel.

And then, Luna could summon an Archdemon Familiar so that they could find the Tree of the Four Seasons as soon as possible.

His wife will eat the fruit it bore, and then, it would successfully get rid of Lilith.

No amount of exorcism spells done by conjurers and priestesses will be effective since Archdemon Lilith had done the ritual from Hell.

But that special fruit will finish the job.

If  Lilith had truly taken over Luna's physical vessel right now,  Apollyon just had to behave similarly to the past. Leave her be, ignore any of her sexual advances and find someone who could shield him from this madwoman's undivided attention.

He wished it was that simple.

He had Prince Aspen and Cederic from the Spring Courts before.

Those cock blockers had kept him occupied with their night escapades hunting demonic Fae cult and destroying them, which distracted him from Lilith.

Perhaps, he could ask Princess Sapphire and Xerxes. But then, a flash of understanding hit his mind like a bolt of lightning.

His mouth was slightly parted in shock.

This might be the reason why Hecate wanted them to join the mission.

She might have foreseen this, but she didn't tell her herald to share everything with them.

'Hmm. Maybe, the best course of action was to stage a fight so that he could have a reason to avoid her like the plague and shut down attempts at make-up sex. ' Apollyon contemplated. 'This will be his scheme for a couple of days while they stayed at Vinca Inn.'

Clearing his throat, Apollyon glanced at her while he held the door open for her to  enter, "Are you coming inside or not?"

Luna threw him a surly look as she advanced towards him with weighted footsteps.

"Fine." She spat.

Glaring at him, she muttered how much of a prick he was by disregarding his wife's feelings.

Apollyon raised a curious eyebrow at her,  amused by Lilith's delusions.

Did she want to be his wife so bad that she attached herself to Luna's vessel and then complained about him when in fact, she got what she desired—him?

Pathetic.

Maybe, the best way to make Lilith release her obsession was for Apollyon to break her heart into pieces until she wished she should never covet another woman's mate.

He moved out of her way and leaned against the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

The door was large enough for six burly Fae to enter simultaneously, but she still chose to pass right next to him.

Her bare arm brushed against his, and she gave her a quick sideways glance.

Her silver hair was still dripping wet, and the urge to dry them with a  terry cloth was strong.

Her hair strands are tangled and unruly, tempting him to comb them himself as their dewdrops sparkled like diamonds behind her back.

The smell of his wife's rare blend of dark chocolate on her scent, which usually made his mouth water every time she was near him, still permeated on her sun-kissed skin.

His hard body knew that a whiff of her blood and the drugging smell of her sweat mixed with her arousal could turn him on in an instant.

This time, it did not affect him whatsoever, unlike before.

The second, Lilith took a step and crossed the threshold; Hecate's grimoire resting on the table abruptly opened as blood poured all over its pages.