Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (November 2021 )

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Archangel Uriel & Merle's Arc

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"It's not like I would chase you and make you mine." Merle closed her fingers around his chin. "Make this experience worthwhile for me, shall we,  Uriel?"

The Archangel tilted his head to the side and her hand fell from his jaw.

The subtle movement made her eye twitch in irritation.

How many times did the Archangel reject her when it was obvious that he was tempted and so enamored by her that he couldn't even bring himself to look away?

The Archangel looked so pathetic.

She already told him that.

No need to tell him twice.

Would he just stand there and look down at her with that knowing look in his blue eyes that burned with a repressed desire?

Merle raised an eyebrow at him with her awkward arm pressed to her side. Archangel Uriel's intense gaze never left hers as he kept flicking a glance at her mouth.

She slowly licked her lips.

His pupils grew dilated as they trailed to the motion of the tip of her tongue as if he thought to lick her with his tongue himself.

No.

Her head shook a little to wake herself up from her delusions.

Maybe, she was in denial about Uriel.

All the conclusions she had come up with the moment he uttered the words 'I love you' were just based on assumptions about how much he desired her.

Perhaps, she was living too much in her fantasies when it came to him.

She really had to check herself with this erotic narcissism just in case she got overboard with it.

At least, the Archangel did a great work in shutting her confidence down with his constant refusal to the point that she felt shameless.

With fisted hands, Merle pursed her lips and squared her shoulders.

The magnitude of their love for each other was different.

It made sense that they weren't on the same page.

Merle discovered that she loved Uriel so much that she was willing to sacrifice everything just so they could be together.

It turned out that they didn't share the same sentiment.

His love for her was never enough to make him stay no matter how hard he tried to convince him.

She didn't see this coming.

Uriel was incapable of putting her first.

He did it once by passing his responsibilities of the Garden of the Four Seasons to another Archangel and he can't do that anymore for the second time.

Uriel didn't hesitate to tell her that he regretted everything that happened.

If Uriel was strong, it would be easy for him to walk away but he was still here.

Why?

His words never matched his actions.

His warm palm covered the back of her hand and removed them from her chest.

She frowned at losing the feel of his heartbeat but she didn't insist on touching him anymore.

Nevertheless,  Merle flashed him a sphinx-like smile when she witnessed the conflict in his handsome features from the way his jaw had clenched.

It was obvious that his mind told him to turn around and leave but both of his feet were planted to the ground and set farther apart to accommodate his growing erection.

It wasn't an assumption.

She had seen it herself that she had wanted to ask if the Archangel was hiding a squirrel under his tunic.

'Uriel was big... or so she thought.'

She still considered herself innocent when it came to mating but if she compared her mind to the Archangel, hers would probably be scandalous.

Her knowledge of the sexual act was overwhelmed her the first time.

Merle had learned it from the knights and soldiers talking and laughing about it during the campfire whenever their group was assigned to stay up all night to guard their base camp.

Uriel would be surprised by how much she actually knew—well, assumed was the correct term.

If Merle was going to try something scary and jump to the unknown--to the point of no return, then she might as well throw caution to the wind.

Uriel's blue wings were closed which meant he had no intention to fly out of here.

His pupils were covered with long lashes that were longer than hers.

How much did he want this?

The Archangel watched her hooded eyes.

Merle just had to do that one thing that tip his desire over the edge. S

he yearned to make him go mad and make him lose control.

Archangel Uriel told her earlier that he was leaving her but he actually couldn't... which meant that he could not ignore her request!

No male Faeries in the Material Realm had ever driven Merle crazy like how Uriel did.

She hated to think that he had that much power over her when the Archangel couldn't make up his mind.

As powerful cherubim of his stature, Uriel had spouted such a weak excuse, refusing to take responsibility since he could choose only one.

'He wanted to have both, huh?'  It was her verdict of his ambiguous behavior. 'What else was new?'

Merle would force his hand to choose one in her favor, ruining him like how easily he betrayed her.

Carrying a Nephilim he sired might teach him a lesson but it wasn't like she would follow through with it.

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Archangel Uriel watched her golden eyes and he knew that Merle's anger was nothing but a shield of pain.

Merle had built thick walls around herself the moment Uriel told her that he had to leave her and their home.

In truth, Archangel Uriel didn't know how long but he wanted it to be temporary if it was possible.

Yet, he didn't want to promise her anything when he wasn't certain about their relationship.

What if the future outcome he had perceived about the Material Realm was going to come true? Despite not promising anything to Merle for the whole duration of their companionship, she never hesitated to voice out her disappointment over his inevitable departure and even called him a liar!

He exhaled a heavy sigh.

"Merle." Uriel said coolly and it took him a lot of effort to dismiss her repeatedly, knowing that her not so sweet and compliant Merle would never give up. "I can't do it with you."

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Sorry to my readers, I think you noticed like there are two new chapters where it got extended from the current ones. Yes, I am editing like hell for four chapters it gives me a headache but I have to. I really can't move on if I find it lacking.  Like I am not sure if you noticed the chapter before this, I have added 600 words just this afternoon. I keep on adding stuff from the past chapters that's why you think I am not writing but I'm actually writing but not on the next chapters.  My past chapters seem to lack information. To me, it sounds clinical and likes people are floating. I don't see that much movement. Just dialogue. Thoughts and feelings. So, I'm balancing it before I move on to the next.  I am not burning out tho. I mean I have ideas but it will take me time to form. It's kinda sad. But I will try.  My schedule is ruined. :,( I am also establishing my own tea business so it's pretty hectic. I hope you understand. I forgot to reduce the privilege for this month because I got so busy.. I also hired someone to commission lock screen wallpapers for Hell's Consort so I think you could look forward to that in December. Thank you for your patience