Hell's Consort

[edited please refresh including the last]

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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His opinions and suggestions about war tactics will be unwarranted since he wasn't the one in control here.

A King's fragile ego festering at this challenging time might lead to more confusion when there was a need to be united and move as one.

Suddenly, Apollyon gave the vigilant charioteer a signal to approach their enemies closer when he found the right timing.

He had aimed his silver arrow at a difficult angle, preparing to hit four frantic vulture demons in a single bolt until he saw that one creature he didn't realize that he was genuinely looking for.

He paused as the strong winds up there caused the thick, raven hair on his head to cover half of his eyes.

Apollyon ignored the loud, ugly squawking around them and narrowed his gaze at the creature's bizarre head.

It had worn the humungous skull similar to the vultures and harpy eagles around him.

With just one look, Apollyon could tell that the creature of darkness was the ringleader of Luxen's Legion.

The Archdemon of Lust was nothing but a coward.

That bastard was too scared to show his face in front of him and the Fall Courts.

He had unleashed a battalion of demonic soldiers akin to a plague of locusts, and then he would rely on his servant to do the nasty job to threaten the existence of their entire world.

Apollyon clicked his tongue.

It seemed like Luxen was even lazier than Sloth.

Apollyon's first impression of the strange creature was that it was trying too hard to intimidate them.

He had stretched his limbs—with long reddish-purple feathers attached to them--to a great extent, making him appear larger as he glided in arcs.

Compared to an Archdemon, the only difference he had was that the creature had smaller wings.

Apollyon didn't know how to address this man-vulture hybrid, so he put his bow and arrow down to observe it in the meantime.

Apollyon had no fear since these infernal entities were still spirits, and Queen Morgan's barriers had kept them at a distance and prevented their demonic attacks.

Fortunately, none of their magic could come through and strike at them except the hurricanes and aftershocks.

Was 'he' and 'it'? Or was 'it' a he'?

Well, it shouldn't matter anyway since they were determined to send them all back to the eighth and ninth circle of Hell—to the Abyss—where they had to wait thousands of years to regenerate as a demon only to start from the bottom of the Hierarchy as a mere imp.

Anyhow, Luna must not have seen this diabolical devil at first because she hadn't mentioned this 'frightening specter' along with the winged serpent at the Council Room when Queen Morgan asked her to describe the opposition.

It even took his beloved a while to get over her speechlessness.

The president's magic blocked her throat, stopping her from speaking.

To Apollyon, this also affirmed the Moirai's prophecy.

Luna's Archdemon abilities had dwindled because of that devilish child in her womb who was determined to leech of his beloved's life force and steal their heiress identity as the true Princess of the Vampire Realm.

His raging temper was a sword he had forged for himself to protect his loved ones because he was so sick of getting stabbed.

He was so sick of how easy it was for these Archdemons to walk all over him and his beloved.

At that moment, he swore to get rid of that baby devil in any way possible.

From the corner of his eye, she noticed Queen Morgan crept up behind him in eerie silence as two charioteers steered her Chariot of the Moon.

She was late than he expected.

The Autumn Queen was the one who told him to meet her in the North of the Fall Courts where the gates of the Kingdom were positioned.

Queen Morgan's Cadre was in charge of the south, east, and west direction of the Kingdom to reinforce the Queen's protective barriers after deriving their power from her in case the devils assembled in the North was just a simple decoy to the actual creature lurking at the other corners.

It didn't hurt them to be careful since these demons had scattered above their dome shields like a sprinkle of black stars.

The dark clouds and skies helped hide their presence as if the gods and goddesses had supported them in their evil endeavors.

Nevertheless, it was an honor to meet Luxen's Legion in their fancy carriage hauled by war Pegasi and hand them their demise before they could even take a step towards the Queen's territories.

"What do you want from us?"  Queen Morgan had asked Luxen's president as she stood in her Moon Chariot while hovering at the entrance of the Fall Courts without crossing the magical barricades she created.

As he turned his head to regard the Queen, Apollyon scanned Queen Morgan from head-to-toe. She had worn a figure-hugging black leather armor corset paired with gladiator skirts which emphasized her feminine curves in contrast with the warrior-like impression. Apollyon nodded his head unconsciously and abruptly averted his gaze when Queen Morgan caught him looking. Then, clearing his throat, he returned his attention to the devil wearing the skull of a vulture in front of them.

If the Autumn Queen was a vain woman, she might think that he was attracted to her.

Never.

After the tension and conflict with Luxen's Legion, Apollyon reminded himself to buy and give his beloved the 'black armour/corset' that the Queen had worn today, including the same thigh-high gladiator sandals as a gift.

God's Blood!

He would offer to lace the ribbons on his wife's legs himself so that he could see Luna in them.

He paused for a second as his eyes slightly widened in realization.

Apollyon shook his head to get his perverted thoughts in order.

This wasn't the time to be thinking about his wife in those appealing regalia.

He was in the middle of a potential war.