Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (September 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Queen Morgan halted in her strides, and everyone stopped as well when she swiveled to the left and faced the door.

As her long fingers lingered on the door handle, she scanned Apollyon and Luna from head to toe with a frown.

When she was satisfied by whatever she had seen in them, her eyes shifted to the Archdemon of Gluttony.

His grip tightened on the sack, which contained Princess Ourania's paintings their group had hidden earlier behind the bald cypress trees, and dragged it all the way here.

After her intense scrutiny over Ravin's blue feather necklace that she coveted, her gaze skipped Sloth to give Xerxes a long and deliberate stare while he carried the sack where Apollyon had shoved all the angel wings he stole from the Hypogeum.

Xerxes' posture straightened and raised his chin, exuding confidence while meeting Queen Morgan's gaze head-on.

The shape shifter's face expressed that he wasn't hiding anything, but the way he tugged the dirty cloth behind him told them the opposite.

Princess Sapphire had worn the straw basket on her back to watch over the whelp instead of Ravin.

Rere whimpered like a newborn babe when it had splashed on the truth elixir along with Ravin, but thankfully, Princess Sapphire was able to calm it down and put it to sleep.

Finally, Queen Morgan nodded once at her protectors at the back, opened the double doors, and entered a room Queen Morgan called the Council Room.

The windows in the Council Room was significantly more extensive that it might pass as entrees to a non-existent balcony that plunged non-winged creatures to death.

Luna released Apollyon's hand and wandered to look at the landscape outside the Autumn Palace.

The trees appeared like small garlands of red and golds scattered all over the sleepy Kingdom.

Chills had produced mist over the local moors.

Her eyes caught the shafts of sunlight passing through the soft clouds to kiss outstretched Faerie wings and lovely structures of different sizes.

An ancient oak with red, russet, yellow, and purple leaves stood in its whole grandeur in an open meadow not far from here.

Her eyes returned to the Council Room, noting the pink-colored walls and the paintings in them. Luna's eyes strayed on the flowers at her left and attempted to—-

"Empress." Luna felt hands touch her upper arms, and she stiffened when she recognized that it was Jora--the blond one from Queen Morgan's Cadre. "You should not touch everything so casually here in the Council Room."

"Really? Your forbidding an Empress to touch flowers?" Luna countered, narrowing her eyes at the chrysanthemums and stopping herself from touching them, "How petty can the Fall Courts be?"

Jora was forced to release her when she spun around and stepped backward to claim her personal space. "You shouldn't touch things that shouldn't belong to you especially since you are in. It's for your own safety as well, Empress."

"What you are seeing in front of you might be simple chrysanthemums but you never know if the petals have toxic substances that might poison you and the babe in your stomach. "He squinted at her, assessing her quietly. "You should know that the Autumn Courts also specialized in poison. Be careful next time if you value your life."

"Wife." Apollyon's voice sliced through the conversation.

Worried that her husband would get the wrong idea, Luna made a beeline towards her husband and embraced him. "Apollyon."

"What are you whispering about in the corner?" Apollyon asked as he brushed her silver hair away from her face, all the while shooting suspicious glances at someone behind her.

"Sir Jora explained  something interesting about the chrysanthemums in the council room. He told me that they are different and the petals might contain poison. So I needed to only observe them from afar and not touch anything that might endanger me and our heiress." Luna explained.

"That's right, Vampire King."

Apollyon directed his attention at Jora, cracking his neck as if he was preparing for another fight, "It was good that he was kind enough to warn you, Luna, but he should know beforehand that he better not to touch you while giving you that warning." Apollyon pinned her with his deep blue gaze, "The Empress is my flower and I forbade you to touch her so easily, Fae. Be careful next time if you value  your—"

Sloth approached them and stood close to Luna's side, wearing a sphinx-like grin as he faced her.

Folding her arms across her chest, Luna frowned in confusion as Sloth just stood there in silence.

A few seconds later, the Archdemon held both of his fingers up, splayed them, and then closed.

Slightly intrigued, Luna raised an eyebrow as the people who gathered around them waited for some trick.

Sloth brought his clenched fists over his mouth and blew.

Luna screeched when the bastard threw a spider on her chest out of nowhere.

"Ahh!" Luna screamed as her hands swiped frantically at her chest. "Get this insect away from me!"

"It's an arachnid, Empress." The white-haired Fae guardian corrected her and Luna didn't care about its kind at all.

She would only calm down if her husband would blast his magic flames over this minuscule demon!

Nevertheless, Apollyon successfully caught it and hurled it to the wall.

"Apollyon." She muttered under rapid breaths as she noted Apollyon's strange reaction.

"Apollyon." It wasn't her husband's chest whom Sloth threw the spider to but he appeared traumatized, "Are you alright, husband?"

"That scared me." Apollyon's Prussian Blue eyes felt like they were made of sparking fire when he confessed, "That spider reminded me of… her and what she had done to me."

"Sloth." Luna gave the bastard an icy glower, "What is the matter with you?"

"Nothing." Sloth wiped both of his hands on his beige pants as if he was ridding himself of the dirt and said, "You addressed me a question like I wanted."

The Archdemon's dark green eyes lit up like fireworks. "Finally. It took half an hour." He chatted excitably, grinning from ear to ear.. "It pained me not to talk to anyone."