Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"I don't want to hear  any of this." Apollyon growled before he spun around and advanced towards her.

His cold, hard Prussian Blue eyes were like an assault to her senses when their gazes met.

"Wife, Let's go." Her husband whispered and bent one knee in front of her, which kept their eye level. He gently held her hand and lifted it to his warm lips, kissing each of her fingertips. Apollyon valued her so much. "I had enough of this useless meeting."

The murmurs in the Council Room were relentless.

Apollyon rose and bent towards her as he wrapped her in his embrace.

She let him clasp her large hands around her waist and pull her to stand.

Hand sliding from her elbow to forearm before their fingers interlocked with each other, Apollyon and Luna set their course to the front door only to hear her beloved curse when the golden doorknob didn't turn.

"It's not opening." He gritted out, but he never let go of her hand even as he twisted it from left to right. Right to left. "Let me open the door right now, Queen Morgan, or I will destroy it!"

He was getting impatient for sure that Luna wouldn't be surprised if he used explosion magic to send it flying.

She wasn't in the mood to scold him.

Neither was she in the condition to scold her husband for his attempt to break the Autumn Court's property nor was she in the mood to open her mouth after what the Three Fates had told her about carrying the Archdemon of Lust's baby.

Shoulders drooping, Luna bent her neck to stare at the floor listlessly.

Apollyon's grip on her hand tightened while she kept her fingers limp and lifeless.

Sloth had already told her about this speculation while both of them were feeding Rere with souls from Obsidian Lake.

Ravin even hinted at this possibility, but she still didn't take heed, thinking that it would be too cruel for fate if she were forced to carry the Archdemon's child who made love to her without consent.

It was a burden that she didn't want anything to do with.

Well, she did consent to it because Luxen had used Apollyon's likeness to have sexual congress with him under pretenses.

She hated to admit it, but it did count as r*pe.

Yes, she had been violated.

Her legs weakened in humiliation.

Her husband's forgiveness didn't erase the fact that she was already dirty in his eyes, and she couldn't turn back the time.

She always thought that she didn't deserve Apollyon's mercy.

Yet, it wasn't her fault either.

The Archdemon of Lust had no right to bury his shaft and left his seed to grow into this demonic parasite, stealing her heiress' life force similar to how Lilith had done to her!

It was so wrong and disgusting that it made her skin crawl.

Luxen couldn't even use the excuse that they were mates any longer after an Archangel had cut their soul cord.

At that moment, all Luna desired to do was to drive these horrible memories out of her mind because she never asked for this.

"We aren't done yet, Vampire King. Please return to  your seat." Queen Morgan faced them grimly. Luna leaned to the comforting smell of the strong woodsy and earthy aroma of the door, which was made of high-quality oak, "The Moirai wasn't done with their prophecies yet. Maybe, they had something else  to you."

There was a pregnant pause as the Council Room fell silent.

Apollyon's lips were pursed to quell his rising frustration. "I don't want to listen with whatever those three hags are trying to explain." Now his nostrils had flared. "If you want us  to stay then let us move on to form the alliance."

"The alliance, huh. That's all you are concerned about. It had become your obsession." Queen Morgan shook her head in disappointment as she clicked her tongue. "I am tempted to  turn  your group down and drag you outside of my Kingdom. Do you think I would be stupid enough to create an alliance with you and the possessed Empress, forcing me, the Cadre and  the Members of My Council  to swear their name in a binding oath?"

"You are so focused on dominating us that you failed to realize that this isn't a  one-sided alliance, Queen Morgan. Don't forget that we will swear our loyalty to the Autumn Courts too. Everyone have heard from the three Fates that my wife's physical vessel is in danger." Apollyon's voice rose as he demanded in disbelief. "All I wanted to do was fulfill Hecate's mission as soon as possible and  interpret the god damned map with your scholars' help. Is it that hard to consider?"

Luna could only grimace at Apollyon's honesty.

There was no use in beating around the bush, but the Autumn Courts insisted we play the game.

"We aren't begging you or your Cadre to go with us to wherever this garden is hiding in your territory." Apollyon pointed an accusing finger at her and her Cadre in his ire. "Trust me, Your Highness. Deceiving you for the purpose of showing who is more powerful is the last thing on my mind." He let his hands fall as the volume of his tone decreased.

"I want my wife to live." He said softly.

Those few words were uttered with so much emotion that it almost made her eyes hot from the tears.  "I know you know that  the fruit of the Four Seasons will help her and drive away these demons inside her."

Queen Morgan dodged the subject for the fifth time as she cleared her throat, "Earlier, I have ordered your group to bathe in the truth elixir to test whether or not your intentions in the Autumn Courts are pure and by some unexpected miracle, all of you had passed the test.. Yet, something had bothered me for the whole duration that Ravi and Sloth are here."