Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (January 2022)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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From a far, a mysterious woman with black and red feathers attached to her paper-thin sleeveless gown clinging to her like a second skin watched them with a straight face.

It felt like she had forgotten to bring a knife to a brawl just from the mere inability to hide her face, cocooned in the silver curtains her locks could have provided.

If Apollyon had cut them to his perverse satisfaction, Luna would have been glad to wear a mask like how Autumn Faeries usually do.

Tonight's celebration was an exception.

Never mind.

There was nothing she could do.

The women became more smitten, their elfin faces flushed and their eyes sparkled, as Luna and Apollyon neared the last step to join them into the Great Hall.

As she took careful steps while her hand cradled her stomach protectively, her brows knitted in annoyance when she heard collective feminine sighs from the female guests as Apollyon entered their vision.

His arm circled her back to clasp securely on her hip while his long legs matched her small strides.

The lady in pink primrose dress stood up from her seat and arranged her skirts while the rest of the ladies scampered towards the bottom of the staircase just to get closer and draw Apollyon's attention on their person.

Her muscles went rigid.

A young lady, who wore a baby blue gown the same color as her eyes, had plucked her jet combs from her tight chignon had shook her head from side to side and let her light blond waves fall gracefully around her shoulders.

As her twinkling stares fixated on her husband, Luna glowered at the group of giggling women at the front.

It seemed like they hadn't figured out yet that the man they had currently used as the object of their fantasy had a pregnant wife standing beside him.

Did someone just turn her invisible without her knowledge or their desire to steal her husband made them blind to their surroundings?

She gave her husband's bicep a slight squeeze as her arm clung to him.

These purebred ladies were too shameless or maybe, they didn't have their own husbands to concentrate all of their wayward desires in.

Well, her husband was already taken, thank you very much.

Apollyon gazed at them without expression and Luna wondered if he did that on purpose or he was truly oblivious of their admiration.

Pages were busy chopping wood at the corner for the fireplace to battle the cold.

She smelled the faint smoke coming from the coals and hearth, ventilated by a hole in the roof, the guests began to remove their cloaks and handed them over to the maidservants who guided them to the Great Hall.

The warm temperature inside the Castle was perfect for the Faeries who weren't accustomed to the cold.

The servants did a great job to keep the Great Hall heated that Luna found no need to wear a cloak since she already drank Archdemon blood.

A smiling butler stood on the dimly lit entrance of Hazelnut Manor along with the maidservants who curtsied to the remaining aristocrats of the Autumn Courts who just arrived at their Estate and entered the threshold.

Even if it was for the sake of tradition, nobody was allowed to wear their mask to cover their faces.

The Autumn Fair Folks had this strange reputation to do exactly that so her husband made a rule to ban them from entering the premises.

Before the Hazelnut Manor allowed their guests in, he personally told the butler and the maidservants to watch out for those who wore masks inside the luncheon and bring them to him so that he could tear their fancy masks to shreds, bite their heads off and kick these entitled bitches and bastards out himself for not following the rules of the Household.

He was already a strict savage before the pregnancy so she was already used to it.

Apollyon desired to maintain utmost protection and security for her who insisted on attending the festivity even said woman wasn't allowed to touch any of the food on the table.

The number of times he used to curse during the day had multiplied, too, and she let it be since she also played a part in it.

His and the Archdemon blood were Luna's only option and she never asked for more.

It was never her intention to hurt her mate.

It was Fate and the hunger pangs caused by Luxen's offspring that made her do this.

Apollyon and Luna were literally joined at the hip when he compelled her clasped hand to slide off his arm so that he could wrap it around her waist.

Winged performers in black and red corsets and rainbow-colored skirts spun around like tops, welcoming the Lord and the Lady of the Manor as they made their last step.

The aristocrats had given them a wide berth as if both of them might explode anytime, unsure of what to make of them, but it was clear they knew how dangerous the were.

They must have heard about their rumored exploits from the Spring and the Summer Courts.

The majority of their own guests regarded them with both apprehension and grudging respect.

Luna didn't miss the ladies' admiring glances cast in her husband's direction.

No further discussion were made regarding their eligibility as honorary members of the royal family.

Their heroic deed at the demon siege was spread far and wide throughout the Autumn Courts.

There was no room to ask about who they were and why they were there.

These aristocrats should be ashamed of themselves that Vampire Monarchs from a Hermit Kingdom, similar to the Autumn Courts, were the people who had Queen Morgan's back during the demon siege when these men should have assisted her and the Autumn Militia.

Queen Morgan had forgiven her own people, anyway, because even if they genuinely wanted to defeat the enemy, time constraints had prevented them from doing so.