Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter For Highest Chapter (August 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Apollyon squinted at both Familiars as he gave them a hard smile.

His beloved might not notice this, but Apollyon could sense Ravin's fury from his stiff posture, eye twitch, clenched jaw as his cold, hard stare glittered towards him than anyone else.

The powerful tension on his limbs was an indication of his need to lash out at something.

Nevertheless, he used every ounce of his self-control.

If he did that, his wife would punish the Familiar and put him in his rightful place.

In the past, Apollyon was jealous of other men circling his wife, like how the other planets gravitate towards the sun.

Yet, he had no sympathy for the Archdemon because he was one of those pathetic men who claimed women who already had a mate waiting for them at their bedchamber.

He scanned his Archdemon rival from head to toe with the look of utter disdain.

It was clear from Ravin's reaction that he desired Apollyon's wife for himself.

Yet, a mere Familiar could never act upon those desires even if the man claimed that he was one of the husbands.

The Archdemon of Gluttony might wear an inscrutable expression to conceal that strong emotion.

Still, he knew that Ravin was jealous about him accompanying his wife everywhere, wishing it was him in his place.

It served him right that the Archdemon Prince in Hell was reduced to a mere slave.

"I had a mission for you, Sloth." Luna rose from the cot with caution, so she didn't flash anything to her Familiars.

He strode towards his beloved, stood in front of her, effectively hiding her from their lascivious gazes.

As she settled her feet to the ground, Luna remained seated and said, "If you managed to decapitate Sir Tristan in this duel, I would allow you to play with the bees on the apiary for an hour without my supervision."

Sloth gasped in surprise, and his glamoured demon wings almost stretched outward as if he was about to fly from excitement.

Apollyon shook his head in disapproval as he glowered at the two smug Familiars.

'Wife.' He was taken aback by his wife's decision that she resorted to speaking to her in their mind link, "You do not do favors for slaves, do you understand? They might turn  this privilege like it is their right to demand things for you in exchange for  your commands.'

'I can handle this.' She projected back to him. 'I am their Master.'

God's Blood!

Too many times, it crossed Apollyon's thoughts that overconfidence was his wife's downfall.

"How about Princess Ourania?" From his giddy tone, Apollyon could tell that Sloth was excited about his future reward. "Should I collect her detached head as a gift in exchange for my momentary freedom?"

He was speaking faster compared to earlier, and his dark green eyes sparkled.

Before, the Archdemon of Sloth was bored with everything in this Realm except being in his wife's presence and checking out animals and sceneries.

This was the extent of how much he loved the bees.

Apollyon answered for his wife. "We can't kill her if she knew where the paintings were, Sloth."

"Oh."

"Ravin and Sloth," Luna called their names again, and the action induced him to grit his teeth in frustration. "Wait patiently for me outside this chamber. I will be ready in a moment."

He wished his wife would call his name more often than these fucking bastards!

Grimacing, Apollyon ran a frustrated hand over his raven hair in frustration.

Yes, both of them were outside, but they could still see everything that went down in their chamber! The door wasn't closed yet since his reckless wife forgot to mention her Familiars' name when she ordered them to shut it.

Nevertheless, he still forgave her because maybe, she just forgot.

He let out a low growl every time he recalled their earlier conversation regarding the true names of her Familiars.

Luna must not forget them in every command because  Ravin and Sloth might decide to turn on her.

Having a Master-Familiar relationship will not promise loyalty between both parties.

Now, Apollyon just had to remind her that his wife had to keep her wits around her during the duel. One wrong miscalculation can ruin everything and put both her life and their heiress in danger. Since nobody moved to shut the door, he made it his mission to do it himself as he stalked towards the door and shut it in the Archdemons' faces.

Quickly returning to his beloved's side, Apollyon observed  Luna's loins dripping with cum, and he hoped that it didn't bother her as much.

As he cupped her jaw with a hand, Apollyon raised her chin to gaze into her eyes, "Don't clean up my seed on your thighs. I want your Familiars to know exactly who you belong to."

His wife didn't have any problem with it as she nodded in agreement.

Apollyon titled her his head to expose his neck, "You want any desserts?"

His sex was his wife's main course.

His blood was the dessert.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she hugged the gown to conceal what was in front.

Luna stood up in front of her husband, and he stepped backward to accommodate her and give her space.

Then, she whispered as she kept intense eye contact with him, "You are purposely trying to keep me here. We should go."

Apollyon reached out a hand, aiding her to stand, and his wife took on his offer.

He helped her wear the inner padding first before donning the panoply piece by piece.

The gauntlets and the black and gold helm of the armor came in last.

He was about to tell Luna that he was done with putting the armor on her, but she requested to open the boxes inside the small chamber from out-of-the-blue.

The good husband that he was, he humored her.

Apollyon approached the nearest wooden box to get it over with since he assumed they were empty anyway, and his wife was merely curious.

It wasn't easy to unlock it despite using the most complex of Fae Magic, but he did.

The moment he raised the cover,  his eyes widened in shock when he realized it contained large angel wings.

Detached wings thick with white feathers.