Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter in Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Oh." Ravin's lips formed a small 'o' as he asked softly, his grin smug as he leaned closer to look at Apollyon in the eye. "If she already chose you, then why do you feel so threatened?"

Apollyon's fingers on her neck grew into claws, and she could feel the sharp points of his nails slightly prickling her skin.

Hunching her shoulders forward, Luna closed her eyes and shivered from the sensation of his warm touch massaging the back of her neck.

Her husband's large form emitted a dark and dangerous aura beside her as Ravin's upper arm brushed against her off-the-shoulder sleeves.

Both males inched closer towards her and pressed against each side as they crouched over the paintings.

Warmth flushed her skin when she couldn't ignore both of her mates' delicious scents anymore, especially when they were so near her needy flesh.

How easy would it be to lunge at them and devour their fresh blood?

As she swallowed her saliva forming at the inside of her cheeks, Luna licked her lips, and her eyes widened abruptly.

What the hell was she thinking inappropriately at such a strange time?

"I'm not threatened." Now, Apollyon's hand was stroking the strands of her hair even if some parts were matted with dried blood.

Apollyon never broke eye contact with Ravin— not even once— as he added further, "I'm trying to protect and declare what's mine, and you keep crossing that line."

Ravin's lips curved upward. "Because I can. It might be the Archdemon of Lust's mission to bring discord between couples like you, but I wouldn't shy away from sowing discord here and there."

Apollyon's eyebrows raised in mock confusion.

"That is an Archdemon's true nature, and you are proud of it. So why do you want to be an Archangel now when you don't have what it takes?" Apollyon pointed out.

"You haven't thought about the possibility that I used to be an Archangel, Vampire King. If I manage  to figure out how to break  my slave contract with Archangel Magic, I could kill you."

"Go ahead and  try, slave."

Apollyon shrugged as his blue eyes landed on her, his gaze glittering with sexual hunger, making his scent stronger than Ravin… more intoxicating.

She could almost taste his chocolate musk in the air that she craved so badly.

Luna peered at her husband's carotid between her lashes.

Maybe, later.

Not here where everyone can watch them and hear her moan just in case Apollyon might do something.

Sometimes, she would like to fantasize that Apollyon liked to win an argument against Ravin because the idea of other males lusting after her made the intensity of his dark passion rise to newer heights.... but that was just a guilty pleasure of hers.

"I might be Amare's slave for now, but she will be an Archdemon I could easily defeat in the future if I turned out to be an Archangel. I might thank her for breaking out two Archdemon Realms from Hell and bringing them to the Material Realm, but I must demand payments for these binding rites. And you, Vampire King, you will be nothing but a pest."

The insult broke the erotic spell Apollyon had brought with his touch as his mouth dropped open.

"Me? You were the only person who had the audacity to come in between us." Apollyon declared, "Wait until I turn into an Archdemon."

"That is  impossible—"

"—as you becoming an Archangel, Ravin." The Vampire King cut him off. "The chances might be slim. But if you based the truth on a sketch done by a mad Summer Princess, then I might turn into an Archdemon as well in the future."

"If you look closely at Princess Ourania's sketch…." He pointed at the parchment in front of him, which showed Princess Ourania's painting of  Apollyon as the King of the Vampire  Realm. "I had small horns growing on the top of my head." The pad of his forefinger landed on the head of his sketch. "The very same horns you have without the glamour."

Luna gasped when she noticed them.

Apollyon was right.

"He had the same length of the horns I have when I was but a fledgling," Luna whispered slowly and nodded as if her brain had processed what it had just seen.

Her husband had expressed his great desire to become an Archdemon, but she never believed it would happen.

Nevertheless, she only agreed to help him become one so that he wouldn't be upset and she would be able to show her full support as his wife.

If Princess Ourania predicted that Ravin would become an Archangel at some point in his indestructible existence, will Apollyon become an Archdemon too?

Ravin reached out a hand as if demanding Apollyon to give the parchment to him for a closer look, and Luna passed it to his Familiar when he allowed him to inspect it himself.

"There is a huge difference, Vampire King," Ravin said after looking at the sketch. He returned the parchment to Apollyon with narrowed eyes. "You don't possess the curled and leathery bat-like wings we Archdemons have. You will not become an Archdemon like Amare. Like us."

"This also applied to you, bastard. You only had one blue feather with you. You don't have the pair of Archangel wings similar to Princess Ourania's sketch, so if you want me to give up on trying to be an Archdemon, first you must shut your mouth." Apollyon said as he flashed him a sardonic grin. "Slave."

Ravin fisted his side as he mirrored his sardonic grin back. "I will get rid of you before you become an Archdemon, Vampire King. You don't belong in our Kind unlike me and my--"

"Enough," Luna yelled as she watched Ravin with a heated gaze. "If these arguments continue for the next three days, I might treat every conversation as friendly banters. Both of you… All of us here are allies with the same goal."

"We aren't your allies." Ravin corrected her with gritted teeth. "We are slaves forced to do your biddings!"