Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (July 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Luna, Apollyon and Ravin, who held the whelp called 'Rere' in his arms like how a father carried his newborn child with the empty straw basket strapped to his back, were already a strange sight to behold.

In addition to that, Sloth, who walked beside Ravin, didn't act natural at all.

He kept glancing around the tavern in slow movements, eying every little thing lazy interest.

He touched whatever his free hand could reach while his other hand clutched the glowing blue mushroom with yellow-green spots on its cap.

One minute Sloth was right there behind them with Ravin as they approached the Vinca Innkeeper's office.

The next moment he was gone.

Her eyes scanned the crowd and caught him when Apollyon alerted her about the rogue's disappearance.

There!

Luna and Apollyon abruptly stopped trailing after the guards and witnessed Sloth straying towards the Summer Fair folk's tables to scrutinize their food up close.

"Sloth." She called out to him, and everyone stopped talking and stared at her.

He might as well dip his pretty-handsome features in the strawberry shortcake's vanilla icing of this one sophisticated Summer Fae who ate alone.

There was no denying that the Archdemon of Sloth heard her call.

He raised his gaze away from the cake to look over his shoulder, gave her a blank gaze before ignoring her with a shrug.

Luna didn't think Sloth would hurt the lady out of the blue based on that grin on his face.

Telling him to shut up for thirty minutes was already a blessing.

It already solved half of her problems.

"I—I—" From that nervous stutter, she seemed like a shy daughter of a banker.

A wallflower who had no luck in finding a husband.

She just had the chance to get lost deep into Archdemon's forest-green eyes, and she didn't look away, hypnotized and mesmerized by what she saw in them.

The lady wore red, exposing a decent cleavage from the boat neckline of her dress, which matched Sloth since he also wore the same colour.

The  Faerie glanced up at her Archdemon Familiar with a quizzical look on her face as it turned scarlet as the simple gown she wore.

"You just called the Familiar's name, wife," Apollyon noted. "You forgot what you wanted from him."

Then, he  told her under his breath,  "If I could just claim these slaves for myself, I would make them suffer on behalf of the Demonkind for what they put you through."

She could see that the seemingly innocent, harmless Sloth had caught the attention of older Summer Faeries.

He possessed that unearthly beauty and lazy—almost effortless—grace.

He easily enchanted the women in their vicinity with his pale face, twin flush on his sharp and delicate cheekbones, hooded green eyes which darkened and smouldered from time-to-time and his small cherub lips which she guessed could make defenceless Faeries go madly in love with.

Honestly, the Prince of the Seventh Circle of Hell could pass as someone who belonged to the Summer Fairfolk.

Sloth can appear like the Fae himself.

He had that unique balance between an innocent and mischievous young Fae switching from the temperament of summer and winter back and forth.

Sloth can take it to the extreme from the opposite side of the spectrum.

From hot to cold.

From boredom to curiosity.

From an Archdemon who rolled around in bed all day and then woke up one morning to annihilate the enemies.

Like Sloth said earlier, the Archdemons always kept something under their sleeves.

They have a hundred tools in their arsenal—whether it was a physical weapon, what they were born with and what they were trained for.

At first sight, it was easy to figure out what Sloth's tactics were.

Seduction.

It was always their initial tactic.

Like how Ravin and Luxen attempted to control her.

These Archdemons weren't born red with horns and tails.

They can be beautiful and irresistible since their ancestors—the First Made Archdemons--came from the Fallen Angels, who used to be God's favourite.

Even in Hell, she was loyal to her husband through and through except for that one accident with shapeshifting.

Luna groaned.

She didn't want to remember.

Perhaps, she could ask Sloth, the memory collector from Hell, to get rid of it.

But he needed to get him to the Vinca Innkeeper's glass room first while every guest in the tavern watched and waited.

"Sloth, come back here." She raised her voice and assumed a strict tone. "You aren't allowed to separate from me whenever you feel like it."

Every single one of them turned their heads towards her and regarded her like she had grown two heads.

Luna sounded like she was disciplining a kid.

For the last time, Sloth ruffled the young lady's short, curly hair with affection.

The Archdemon didn't resist her command and actually returned to their group.

Luna had to keep an eye on her Archdemon Familiars.

Even if she had them by the neck since they were her personal slaves, doing her bidding until she finds the Tree of the Four Seasons and got her hands on the fruit to get rid of Lilith once and for all.

Ravin was also magnetic to the girls, but his menacing aura was very similar to her husband.

The girls react to Ravin the same way as they do with her husband.

Every time Luna was with Apollyon, all the ladies in the tavern--whether it be serving wenches, musical performers, Faerie grandmothers who appeared in their forties in their time and the married women who clung to their husband's golden tattooed arms— only gave his physique longing gazes and admiring sideways glances when she was around.

They knew she was the Empress, and nobody can steal her Vampire King.

Now, she had three men around her, and it felt different.

The moment Sloth went back to their group, it felt like interested women had closed in on them like hungry wolves to ensnare the Archdemon for earthly pleasures.