Hell's Consort

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Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"'”about the Fate of the Fall Courts, it wasn't like we are going to hand over my Kingdom to you in a silver platter just because you said so." Queen Morgan abruptly cut him off in a harsh tone before elaborating about the Archangel or Fallen Angel he told them about.

"I understand." The president shrugged as he faced Apollyon. His sharp curved beak that was larger than his head protruded over his entire face. "Will this change your mind?"

The president pulled something tied behind him and threw one whole arm in Apollyon's trajectory, and he caught it with his hand without thinking too much.

The detached arm in his hand seemed to have frozen into this parting gesture, and the emerald rings in its purple and green fingers looked familiar.

He gritted his teeth while his jaw was clenched when it finally hit him.

"You look stunned. Don't you recognize it?" Luxen's servant asked in a mocking, sympathetic voice, "Your High Priest who had looked out for you would be disappointed when he arrived at the Underworld."

"You killed him." Apollyon bit out, and every word was a guttural sound.

"Yes , I did." The president's tone was a matter of fact as he jutted his chin proudly. "I killed the weakest in your Cadre." Two vultures moved closer to the powerful dome-shaped shields around the Fall Courts to showcase the corpse of the High Priest like it was their trophy.

Their sharp talons dug unto the deteriorating flesh of Fei's shoulders made Apollyon's muscles and veins strain against his skin as if they were about to burst.

It was a blatant case of overkill.

No logical murderer would go to such lengths to disrespect a frail old man like this.

Apollyon could imagine the High Priest sprawled into the pool of his blood after the president had repeatedly struck him with a mace club full of spikes on his battered head and wrinkled face.

Fei's corpse was almost unrecognizable except for the signature cloaks he usually wore at the Vampire Realm.

Multiple daggers stabbed his front body based on the wounds he had witnessed.

Some of these knives were still embedded deep inside his rotten flesh, ripping his clothes to shreds. These demons didn't even bother pulling them out before Apollyon laid his eyes on his High Priest'”a member of his Cadre.

His corpse continued to decompose in front of him while the rest of the vulture-harpies flapped their large wings, moving closer to his dead friend.

Their noses flared as they cawed in excitement, reveling in the stench of death.

His eyes full of wisdom about Fae Magic became hollowed eye sockets.

The High Priest had come from a long line of descendants rooted back to a masculine Fae who had mated with a human from the Vampire Realm.

Apollyon had speculated that the High Priest's Fae ancestor was either blue blood or a powerful magician, but he was banished by his Kind for cavorting to what they considered as low life.

Fei's ancestor can choose any Realm he decided to live and settle down with'”anywhere except the Faerie Realm.

The High Priest had stood as Apollyon's second father for as long as he could remember.

King Gwythyr, the Vampire King, wasn't there for him, and it was similar to what his mother did.

The past Vampire King provided him with everything he needed'”anything to do with material things.

He was present throughout his life, but he was emotionally absent.

Apollyon lacked love, care, support, and attention from his parents when he was a child.

That didn't turn out well, considering how pathetic he had treated his wife from the beginning of their marriage.

His mother, Princess Ourania, had failed to save him from turning into the sinful creature he was now.

The only person who ever showed him what love looked like and what it meant was his Empress.

The High Priest Fei was the third person he had established a close bond with next to Cederic.

He was the sole mentor who taught him the Fae Magic he had learned from his Fae Ancestor centuries after Apollyon accidentally killed his father when the Blood Beast forced him to turn into a berserker.

Fei had lived in the outskirts of the Vampire Realm like a hermit, living in his tiny hut, which Apollyon used to visit before Lilith had cursed him with the Blood Beast.

No other Fae will since they weren't allowed to share their knowledge with others except their Kind.

Both of them had shared their love for History and Literature of the Material Realm, sorcery and magic, and collecting forbidden grimoires.

Now, the High Priest is dead and gone.

Apollyon only had Jon and Cederic as members of his Cadre and his own beloved Empress to rely on.

He felt like he was about to tear up and release a guttural roar, but he held it in, swallowed hard, and kept his face blank so as not to show any weakness.

A dark thought crossed his mind that he was determined to dispel like some demon

What would he do if Luna's midwife presented him with his beloved's urn containing her ashes after she died from childbirth and he was left with two babies'”one was his heiress, and the other one was a demon child'”like what the Three Fates had told him in the Council Room?

Would he survive after hearing the Moirai's Dark Prophecy?

The Master had praised me when I suggested that I would cut off this man's arm as a proof, and then, I would bring his dead body to you." Luxen's president admitted in an exhilarated scream as he flew around in a frenzy while forming this repetitive infinite symbol in the sky.. "He just wanted me to become the news bearer initially, but I wanted him to praise me even more if he found out that I had brought the Autumn Courts to their knees."