Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (July 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Low murmurs of litanies from Hecate's grimoire were uttered despite her lack of understanding of what this entailed, resonating on the four corners of their royal suite.

The words coming out of her mouth felt alive, electric, and tangible--as if they were vibrating with power enough for the spells' ramifications to stick not in this room but for the entire building along with the ground it stood on.

Her incantations could siphon her Archdemon energy to fulfill their wish.

The adverse effects of summoning an Archdemon Familiar in Vinca Inn would probably haunt this place's inhabitants for centuries to come.

Well, other Fae might attempt to summon a demon due to its known history, or worse, they could open a portal from Hell without thinking much of the consequences.

All the Summer Faeries in this establishment would find that their ignorance was bliss.

From what Luna's sensitive ears could pick up from below, the predictable crowd were on the ground floor, gathered at the tavern for merriment, indulging root beer, wine, and fruitcakes like they always do every night without a miss.

As she told him to, Apollyon moved quickly out of the circle, observing her with an intensity that can bother a person terribly if they weren't Apollyon's wife.

She could literally feel his warm gaze boring holes on her dress, searing her back.

Luna could imagine his eyes were cold and hard while scowling as he crossed his arms crossed over his chest, glancing around the suite occasionally—especially the entrance and the exit—just in case he had to neutralize a threat.

According to Apollyon, two strong and muscled guards barged into their exclusive chamber to help him with Lilith, who was screeching in despair,  while she was wrapped in the blood slime.

The Summer Faeries were terrified the moment she vomited spiders, morphing into an arachnid behemoth.

Things might be serious at that time. But when it ended, and they have already dealt with the aftermath, she found it hilarious to imagine the brave sentinels' faces.

Perhaps, they didn't witness the worse of black magic.

Apollyon ordered them to get out, and they didn't think twice.

They jumped off the balustrade and flew away.

The grimoire's magic handled the monster while Apollyon watched on the sidelines.

It might be an easy battle for her husband, but the event raised the stakes higher.

By now, she figured that her husband was a master in creating strong, nullification barriers for both magic and keeping unwanted creatures out—especially their enemies.

Apollyon, the kind husband that he was, took responsibility for her protection.

No guards and servants can enter their royal suite with Fae Magic easily without fighting tooth and nail to defeat her Vampire King. As opposed to the previous situation where Apollyon wasn't prepared for the guards of Vinca Inn when they intruded on their privacy.

It wasn't like they needed salvation. Apollyon and Luna could handle the problem themselves.

She told him to do everything that the book instructed them for the evocation while gathering enough strength.

Apollyon followed without complaints, but he was dead silent the whole time—immersed in his own world while he replicated a complex diagram from the fragile parchment on Hecate's grimoire and moved it to the ground.

The evocation of Archdemon Familiars was different from the magic circle she had witnessed in the past.

There was an upright triangle overlapping with an inverted triangle drawn together inscribed in the circle.

At the center was a drawing of what appeared like an eye—only one eye.

Every corner of the star had a  black candle settled on the points.

Apollyon had drawn it using the Archdemon blood he extracted from her on a wooden bowl to preserve its magical properties, all the while placing layers after layers of lock spell to secure the Archdemon from Hell.

Her husband didn't want this to fail.

Luna continued to chant for almost half an hour, and she wasn't done yet.

Almost halfway through.

Goddess!

Summoning an Archdemon familiar and trapping them in the circle proved to be difficult.

She had a hard time in the beginning, but she eased into it and learned fast.

Sometimes, her words can trip and stumble out of her mouth, but she paused, careful not to stutter and mess this ritual up.

Finally,  she got the hang of the words, especially those which were difficult to pronounce.

When she was near the end of the litanies,  she drew the Archdemon sigil, which represented Ravin.

From the quick, unexpected shift of day into night without Luna's notice, the temperature was akin to standing on top of a graveyard at midnight.

She was a bit tempted to stop the ritual and wrap herself with her favorite blankets.

The natural light from the terrace dimmed along with the sunset.

As the book floated in front of her face, Luna had difficulty reading the spells while she had her left arm outstretched. The other hand held Hecate's ceremonial dagger.

As she squinted, Apollyon was quick to assist her when he willed golden orbs to materialize and float around the bedchamber, providing her light so that she could read the litanies well.

Suddenly, there was a loud, crashing music and cymbals around them that she flinched and straightened her spine.

Goosebumps broke out from her skin, and she shivered from the chills running down her spine.

Luna could hear a loud booming voice in her ears—so loud that it could probably destroy her eardrums.

It sounded like the Archdemon was talking to her, but she couldn't understand a thing.

"Wife. Get out of the circle now. " Apollyon bellowed as his large hand shot out and clutched her forearm, pulling her towards him.

When she lifted her head, Luna began to see a physical form appear at the center of the circle.

Luna abruptly stepped out of it before the Archdemon had a chance to swing at her and reel her back to Hell.

She squinted at the thick mist of smoke and incense clouding her vision.

After a few minutes, it cleared a little.

There weren't only one but two Archdemons standing before them.

Ravin.

Sloth.