Hell's Consort

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

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<strong>Archdemon Empress Luna</strong>

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Ravin half-shrugged and replied coolly, "—but she had now chosen my blood, and you can't deny that, either."

That rendered her husband speechless.

The public would misunderstand this and blow things out of proportion.

Did Ravin, the general who led the Order of the Selcis, have to imply that… that Luna had cuckolded the husband who made her pregnant to choose another man?

She could see the wide expanse of Apollyon's back, and she didn't miss the slight flinch before his shoulder muscles tensed.

Apollyon, not saying anything, would imply that it was simply the truth.

Disconcerted, Luna blinked slowly at the situation before shutting her eyes tight and massaging her brows.

She could sense another wave of a headache coming.

Yet, she wouldn't dare swoon in front of the guests that had inconspicuously formed their groups to gossip as they watched the tableau with wide, curious eyes.

When she noticed that all eyes were on the Ravin and Apollyon posturing in front of a pregnant woman, Luna immediately huddled closer.

She pulled at her husband's forearm so that he wouldn't add fuel to the bonfire that had the potential to reach up the ceiling, lighting everyone up with a potential explosion of rage.

The veins on his arms flexed as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

The more she became more anxious, the habit of biting her nails became more frequent.

Her stress had increased due to brooding about the future most of the time, but she couldn't seem to release these concerns.

That affected her mind as well.

The urge to solve everything by simply eliminating herself and the babies from the equation was strong to end all their suffering.

But Apollyon loved her too much, so he would probably hate her for that.

'Goddess, please!' As she pulled at her husband's arm, she gave him a pleading look when he finally glanced down. She hoped Apollyon would brush the challenge off and let it slide.

No, perhaps, he wouldn't.

He would grab every chance he would get so that he could get back at Ravin and humiliate him.

Her husband was too prideful to let that opportunity pass.

At the same time, Ravin had taken pleasure in goading him, and as long as they were in the same space, that would never end.

She had no idea why she even thought she couldn't trust him to shield her from this.

Trust.

All she needed was to trust him, but she couldn't help but feel that things were about to break down into pieces. A sharp breath was caught in her throat, and she found it hard to breathe.

The sound didn't escape Apollyon. He turned his head to look at her, and all of a sudden, tears ran down her face.

She shook her head and turned away from her husband's gaze, trying not to feel and push her emotions into the dark basement of her mind and collect some dust, but it was like a broken dam that couldn't be stopped.

Unfortunately, it was impossible.

She could barely hear everyone's concerned gasp from her loud, beating heart.

"Wife." Apollyon faced her and asked in alarm."Why are you crying?"

A moan of distress trembled on her lips.

She tried to twist away so that she could bury her face in her hands so that no one would see.

However, his hands already had a tight grip on her elbows."I guess my emotions are too over the place." Giving up, Luna replied weakly. "I apologize for being weak."

"You are not weak. You are just pregnant, and you are trying to keep your mind, body, and soul together for the babes." Apollyon said gently as he settled a palm in her cheek, his thumbs brushing every pearl of tears that fell on his skin.

Her head came to rest on his chest, and he found herself caught up in his strong arms when his legs weakened. "Crying will help release all that tension and stress that had built inside you right now. Let it out, and don't suppress it."

Luna clutched her arms around Apollyon's neck as she sobbed harder and shuddered.

"It's the after-effects of your mind living too much in the past and being too desperate about the future. It's a sweet, heavy chain of your own making, Lune." She heard Sloth say.

As usual, that lazy Archdemon didn't make sense, but her mind seemed to agree to that even if it wasn't clear to her just yet. "You are doing great. You will give birth to healthy babies because you are healthy yourself."

"Do not worry about this, Amare. We will handle everything for you." Ravin said softly, but his following words turned her insides hollow. "Do you want to return to your room?"

Did everyone around her have to treat her as if she was a damned child they could imprison in a room at their convenience?

"No." She whispered while her husband wiped the tears staining her cheeks. It was just a momentary weakness, a chip in her armor. It wouldn't happen again. "I will see this through."

"Brother, make sure to stop everyone from escaping while Princess Sapphire and I inform the Empress that--"

"No need." Apollyon brought her to his side so they could face the Archdemon together. Then, he clasped a possessive arm around her waist. "She isn't going anywhere with you, Archdemon."

"Then, if you wouldn't allow her and insist on being stubborn despite the danger, I would like to ask for her permission so that I can communicate directly in her thoughts." Ravin stared darkly at her.

Luna glanced at Apollyon to see if he would be alright with it so that they could get this over with.

"Go ahead, Luna. Allow him to do it. I wouldn't be petty this time." Apollyon sounded amused that it scared her a little. "Just do the talking in front of me." He told her, but his blue eyes never left Ravin's. "No sneaking around with other males that I don't trust aside from your husband."