Hell's Consort

Interrogating Ravin regarding the Garden of the Four Seasons was a fruitless endeavour.

Hmm.

Alright.

If Luna thought about it, maybe, it wasn't as useless as it seemed.

Earlier, they managed to get hold of a lead from their conversation.

It made a tiny difference.

So, the Archdemon of Gluttony knew about the Tree of Four Seasons before and saw it himself...which told her that her Familiar must be old----like a First-Made or a Firstborn Archdemon.

Was he older than the Vampire King's great, great grandfather?

Luna didn't know.

Not knowing the history of Apollyon's vampire ancestors made her mood bleak.

Did he see her as his wife, or he didn't care?

She just wanted to understand him better.

A memory flashed in her mind about Apollyon's mother talking about the Selcis' bloodline, all the while kicking her repetitively with an utter disregard for her granddaughter.

She told her that these men would lead to their wives' ruination.

Perhaps, it was another attempt of hers to blame the Vampire Kings in line for her madness.

For now, the idea, the timeline and the ancient history of Archdemons were irrelevant, but she can't wrap her head around the fact that she could make someone this powerful as a slave.

Luna sensed that Ravin tried to avoid telling her the truth about the Tree of Four of Seasons so that he could get the upper hand over them with the information he possessed.

But, it was all in vain.

A Master will always have the upper hand.

Even if their group of four weren't aware of this, the Goddess Hecate had already set the plan in motion from the past to the far future, and Ravin became her backup.

It was surprising that the Hecate's herald insisted that it must be Ravin out of all the Archdemons.

Was it because he was her Archdemon husband, and he will be easier to manage?

She doubted that.

There must be another purpose.

Immortals didn't have a definite concept of time.

They would have a nonchalant attitude about it unless chaos loomed in the Material Realm.

They lived in the present and didn't care much about the past and the future. If it came then, it will.

This situation can be a prime example that gods and goddesses make mistakes sometimes.

She bit her lip.

Did this also mean that supreme fate will not change despite the interference of the divine beings, or was it Princess Ourania's choice to fail Hecate's mission miserably because of her involvement with Caelano and Hephaestus?

She shook her head and let out a sigh.

A being's fate in comparison to free will was a paradox that can make someone go insane.

Princess Ourania was supposed to be the one to help them find that garden to get rid of Lilith--before she could take over her physical vessel again and summon demons from Hell.

She was delusional enough to think that if she was successful, she could make Apollyon her slave as well.

Her chest tightened as if an invisible fist had squeezed her heart.

To ruin and rule this Realm with her fellow Archdemons, that was her revenge.

The Archdemon of Envy might be pathetic, but she can be unpredictable.

After millennia, the High Priestess never gave Apollyon up as if they were blood bonded.

The Archdemon of Envy will try even harder, but the third time will not be a charm.

That bitch wasn't observant enough to replicate her behaviour, and she must have realized that by now.

Nevertheless, it was fortunate that she asked the right questions, and they got an honest response from her Archdemon Familiar before she got to bed with her husband.

From all the trouble they dealt with today, she forgot to ask Ravin the most important queries to help them with their journey.

At least, she did something about it.

It was wishful thinking on her Familiar's part.

Ravin couldn't lie if she commanded him to.

She might be blood-bonded with her Familiar.

But of course, Ravin would do everything in his power to swear his loyalty to the Demonkind first and foremost.

Not even the Archdemon's mate gave her special treatment in Hell.

Her tensed muscles twitched as she recalled the Hell Satan and the Grand Torturer put her through.

It wasn't like she wanted it, but... Well, Luna can force Ravin to do something against the Demonkind as his Master.

One corner of her lips curved upward.

Well, the bastard can try.

It was a delight to watch the Archdemon lose his pride and watch him struggle like how the bastard's golden eyes crinkled with amusement every time she was in her mercy.

It was payback time!

"Wife." Apollyon's gruff voice jolted her out of her thoughts.

She quickly glanced around their bedchamber as if reminding her absent mind that her husband had already shut the door after sending Ravin and Sloth to go with the chamberlain to have a good rest.

"Wha--" Luna's smirk faded almost immediately as her mind raised for a proper response.

He scowled as his Prussian Blue eyes glanced down at her, "You aren't paying attention to me. I have whispered your name over and over with patience." Then, carrying her in his arms like an Empress, he stalked toward their canopied bed and placed her on the mattress. But, there was something deadly when he added, "Your mind is somewhere else."

She was indeed distracted, and her husband might take that as an insult. "I'm sorry."

Now, Apollyon pulled the light orange sheets off the king-sized bed underneath her, and she adjusted accordingly so that she wouldn't fall off.

He threw them to the floor without a logical explanation. "What are you all smirking about with that unfocused gaze a minute ago?"

"Nothing." She replied breathily as she brought her arms close to her chest.

What was happening?

"Thinking about your Archdemon Familiars in my presence?" Apollyon placed one knee, then two on the stripped bed and crawled towards her with a dangerous glint in the vivid blue of his gaze. "You shouldn't have told them to go to their rooms if you wanted them here. I would gladly stay in another room while you fuck those two at the same time."