Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (November 2021)

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The tavern she worked for was full of fancy customers who had extra coins to spend.

It reeked of money in here from all the gold motifs, bright lights, thick and dark wooden furniture crafted with brilliant hands, and expensive century-old wines displayed on the shelves across the bar table.

Merle knew the man she served had watched her movements carefully even if he couldn't see his countenance.

His head didn't move at all.

Neither did his head move nor glance up to meet her eyes.

She felt prickles at the back of her neck as if an invisible hand had caressed them.

As she raised a hand to rub the spot awkwardly, chills ran down her spine that the fingers holding the wine bottle shook.

She was too nervous around this mysterious stranger that almost spilled a few of its contents.

Merle raised the rim of the flask, picked up the cork, and pressed them to prevent herself from spilling some more. The owner almost caught her making a mistake.

That wasn't good.

Even if it felt like she had everything she needed, Merle might find the money useful during emergencies. It was for survival's sake.

She can't possibly ask Archangel  Uriel to steal from people in the village.

His principle as an Archangel was similar to hers.

Money and food were getting more scarce and it  became more difficult to acquire with the war brewing between Archangels versus Watchers and the Nephilims while the Fair folk were caught in between.

Faeries claiming to have royal blood running through their veins wanting power decided to take advantage of the situation.

Faeries were usually self-sufficient and independent.

Their sustenance could easily be found in nearby forests and vegetation.

There was no reason for them to work in this kind of livelihood since the Realm itself was an abundant provider.

But lately, the Fairfolk had suffered from the lack of natural resources around them when the powerful Faeries in the Kingdom assumed their 'so-called authority' over the weaker Faeries, abusing them on purpose.

It was another form of manipulation to acclimatize the weaker Faeries with tyranny, punishing them for taking unnecessary space in the Realm.

Make them believe the ill-treatment from the strong Faerie Magicians was normal.

Some of these cruel Faeries came from the bloodline of the true Monarchs  that had disbanded and fell apart due to the existence of the Watchers, infiltrating the ruling nobility with their promises of teaching them Magic.

Archangel Uriel had told her that the Creator forbid the Angel Kind from teaching Magic from the Heavens.

Alas! It had spread like wildfire.

The Watchers originally aimed to teach the Fae women they were involved with this magic so they could protect themselves from the Archangel Warriors who came after them and their offspring.

In the end, these women betrayed their oaths and just went ahead, sharing these newfound abilities with their loved ones, family members, and friends of friends.

It was too late.

The Watchers shouldn't have done this in the first place but they were in too deep.

These creatures dug their graves the moment their sexual tools penetrated the core of their women's parted legs in the Faerie Realm.

Merle speculated that a quarter of the population already knew how to use them, applying their skills in their daily life.

She wasn't about to ruin Archangel Uriel in the eyes of the Highest God if she asked him to teach her Magic.

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The only time that both of them had talked about their feelings for each other was when Merle asked Archangel Uriel about the traits he liked about her.

The corner of his lips curved upward when he replied what a bold and courageous woman she was.

He asked where she got the audacity to pretend to be a Faerie Knight of a horrible prince so that she could overthrow his reign of terror even before he could become the King of the Faerie Realm.

Merle took matters into her own hands so that she could prevent that and shatter Prince Balthasar's far-fetched dreams.

Archangel Uriel also told her that he had admired her ambition and drive to save the Realm of the Fae with the magic fruits from the garden even if the odds were against her.

According to him, she was a warm and passionate soul but he also admitted that he disliked how impulsive she can be.

Merle couldn't deny the fact that Archangel Uriel was right.

She was, indeed, impulsive.

The Archangel also asked her what she thought about her but she didn't think he was interested in her responses.

Nevertheless, Merle talked about how conscientious, steady and reliable he was as an Archangel.

He was a responsible cherub who protected his ward.

The only downside was that... Archangel Uriel had recently shirked his responsibilities to the Garden of the Four Seasons after she compelled him to go with her into the village.

Merle would take full responsibility for this.

Yet, to her surprise, Archangel Uriel didn't need that much convincing.

He broke his covenant with the Creator by accepting Archangel Lucifer's offer to replace him there for a week without the Highest God's permission.

The agreement was in a week's time but that got Archangel Uriel paranoid.

Merle remembered how her head shook in disbelief as she clicked her tongue at him.

How many times did she let him know that this minuscule rebellion will help the Fair folk and his entire Creation in the long run?

Archangel Uriel should not feel guilty.

If the Creator was really kind and forgiving like the Archangels said about him, then, He would let this slide as long as Merle and Uriel didn't do something stupid such as conceiving a cursed Nephilim.

It hurt her that she wouldn't ever have children with the man she loved.

This way, both of them didn't have to add to the terrible chaos.

She was contented with his attention and presence.

But then, what will happen if these things weren't enough in the future?

"Wench." The aristocrat spoke and his low voice sent chills down her spine.. "My cup is already full."