Hell's Consort

<strong>Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (January 2022)</strong>

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<strong>Vampire King Apollyon</strong>

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The birth attendants had never failed to provide them with the necessary instructions on how a husband would care for the pregnant wife.

If something happened to her due to negligence, it would be his fault. He could have done anything to humour his precious wife if it didn't concern Ravin but this was one of those moments where he would draw the line.

Bold and red.

His mate was the bravest woman he had ever known but also as stubborn and prideful as him. From this union, Apollyon would like to think that he had gained self-awareness from staring at this mirror for the times they had been together.

Someone who wouldn't cower from him or for anyone else including handling Archdemons.

But that golden merits had a price.

Nostrils flaring, he wished he could say she should go to Hell figuratively but that curse might cost him his wife and his heiress.

Despite the outrage, Apollyon pursed his lips when she went on, "Just be cold and calculated like you used to be."

There must be something in his face that caused her fear and Apollyon tried to soften his expression and brush the stray hair from her cheek and his Prussian Blue eyes slitted like a cat. "I will never be cold and calculated when it comes to you."

No matter how angry he felt, he would never hurt her that way as much as she would like to assume.

A wave of sympathy crashed through him, uninvited.

Well, he couldn't blame her since she had witnessed him engage in violence many times.

With the enemy of course. Perhaps, she had always wondered if she would become the next victim.

" You know how territorial I can be." He murmured calmly, holding her face in his hands. "Ravin's presence in our Estate is a big threat. How much more if you are here for all the strangers to see?"

Women constantly ask about what their mates felt but when their husbands shared it with them,  no holds barred, they get defensive and sometimes offended.

Would it have been fine if he simply shut up? Damned if he did, damned if he didn't.

"At least, think about our child." She reminded him wistfully.  "Don't expose our heiress with your jealousy."

The night was full of snow underneath the dark grey sky and for the first time as a vampire, he felt unbearably cold deep inside.

He willed it to disappear so many times but it didn't go away.

"You call my protectiveness, jealousy?" His expression shuttered and he glanced down, his lashes veiling the hurt reflected in his eyes from her accusations.

So, it seemed like she was using their unborn child now as a weapon to bring him to heel. Apollyon carefully released her and leaned his back on his chair, facing her.

"Don't even start with our heiress when she wasn't alone in your womb.

That demonic baby you have with Luxen is killing her by eating her life force, Luna. We aren't sure if she will come out alive. You are her mother so your body will be inclined to help this other  daughter which would make that demon baby strong enough to survive." He said curtly.  "It is hard for me to choose between you and our daughter but you insisted on us picking the babe--"

Suddenly, Apollyon imagined his daughter's encircling her mother's neck, white delicate hairs settling on her back as her weight settled in her lap and he felt a twist in her chest as she watched him with reservation.

Panic built swiftly inside him and he badly wished he could get away from here, hole himself up in his study and numb it down with liquor.

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<strong>Archdemon Empress Luna</strong>

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Luna didn't know how to address the other girl's existence--whether or not she was in her womb with her baby Leo for real.

If her poor health was any indication, she can't deny that the Luxen's offspring was there inside her stomach, kicking the walls around her stomach with much enthusiasm.

Despite the clear signs, she couldn't wrap her mind around the idea that she was carrying Luxen's child.

If she saw how this babe looked like and heard her wail once she and Leonore got out of there, perhaps, Luna might be convinced that the reality of Apollyon raising twin babies without her was closing in on them.

Would she even live long enough to see this demon offspring?

Luna's hand trembled as she caressed her stomach.

Should she decide on a name for it?

If she asked Apollyon for suggestions, no doubt her poor husband would fume in a silent rage.

He was already jealous of her drinking Ravin's blood and extending her life.

If he didn't allow that to happen,  she might not have the energy to have an 'easy' and  'fun' conversation with the married Fae women who had their eyes set on Apollyon because she would be busy living like a bedridden, shivering, old hag.

Despite the large bulge on her stomach, Luna was prepared for a catfight.

Always.

How much more would Apollyon have to deal with this repressed anger if he was reminded of Luxen's sins?

Anyhow, two weeks had passed from the first day of Winter, and the babes in her womb almost celebrated their eight-month.

The Archdemon Lilith had never resurfaced from her thoughts ever since she found a method to contain her soul and separate her consciousness before she effectively suppressed them.

Now, Luna can confidently assume that she was in control of her mind and body--that she was prepared to shut the b*tch down if she would attempt to communicate.

The Archdemon would have to say one word in that nasally, high-pitched 'damsel-in-distress-but-I'm-actually the-villain' sort of voice and then she would finish her so that she could regain ownership of her physical vessel.

Every time Luna fought for her right to occupy what was hers, Lilith would become weaker than before— so weak—that she would cease to exist in this body and this Material Realm.