Hell's Consort

<strong>Newest Chapter for the Highest Tier (March 2022)  </strong>

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<strong>Vampire King Apollyon</strong>

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'Why was Ravin too fixated on Queen Morgan and that damned feather on the necklace?' That thought made him shake his head in irritation.

  "I doubt you will also be able to step a single foot on the Holy Ground. You still had that bite on your shoulder." Ravin's broad shoulders rose and fell as he tried his best not to show everyone that the stab wound in his back utilized all of his strength to knit them together at that moment.

Ravin was vulnerable because Apollyon, Jora, Sylvain, and Queen Morgan had him surrounded. He couldn't really run if he wanted to.Â

The Archdemon of Gluttony wouldn't give up!Â

  Apollyon stared at the black blood darkening Ravin's cloak before glancing at Jora.

Will he kill Jora for this?

  Luna might not be here to stop it, but at least his oath could have prevented that outcome… unless it changed?

Chills ran down his spine, and he stood there, frozen.

His eyes widened at the realization.

He suddenly recalled Queen Morgan telling him that he was sent to the Cave of Crystals because his body was stained with demon blood, and he had to get rid of the dark miasma.

His heart felt like it was about to explode, and Apollyon held his breath.

Was Ravin the one who bit him on the shoulder to stop him from hurting his wife after he turned into this rogue vampire?

Xerxes and his sister also informed him that Hephaestus and  Princess Ourania were nowhere to be found after hunting their trails on the neighboring Manors all night with the Fae Militia.

Queen Morgan and the Fae Militia came in too late. A heavy feeling settled in his stomach.

What if this damned Archdemon Familiar was the one who protected her from him?

For the life of him, Apollyon couldn't remember.

Jora met his disapproving gaze before Apollyon quickly looked away to search Queen Morgan's expression.

Was it right for a Cadre member to act out of impulse without her given orders?

Not that Apollyon would want to defend the ticking time bomb in their midst, but all of them were supposed to be allies here.

It was fortunate that Apollyon was quick enough to get out of the Fae General's way when he made that sneak attack.

What if her Cadre betray him in the same way for whatever reason?

Jora sensed that Apollyon's ire was now directed at him, so he moved further away from him.

  His nails lengthened into claws, and it dug into Ravin's flesh. "Lilith had taken over Luna, Ravin. She even accessed the mind link earlier and talked to me." Apollyon whispered urgently.

Snarling, Ravin jerked his shoulder forward and took a step towards Queen Morgan to remove Apollyon's painful hold on him.

Apollyon watched his open palm and observed Archdemon's blood drizzle on his fingers.

He wiped his bloody hand on his wolf fur cape and growled, "We don't have time to play your silly games because her time is running out."Â

Queen Morgan had told him at the Cave of Crystals to trust the Archdemon of Sloth in caring for his wife's well-being.

The Archdemon Familiar was as clueless as a child to take advantage of a pregnant woman.

Apollyon was certain he wouldn't hurt her.Â

  In addition to that, he would be the type of Archdemon who could best handle Lilith.Â

"I don't even have time to be angry at you." Apollyon crouched a little before aiming a strong, hard kick at the healing stab wound on Ravin's back.Â

With a panic-stricken flutter of her transparent Fae wings, Queen Morgan retreated to avoid getting hit from the impact.

At the same time, Sylvain and Jora positioned themselves in front of her for the Queen's protection.

  Ravin let himself fall at the thick snowy ground in a crunch, buried in what appeared to be an almost seven feet long human-sized hole.

  Yes, it wasn't that deep, but if this Archdemon were Fae, the depth would be enough for Apollyon to bury the bastard alive so that he wouldn't have to deal with him and his problems anymore.

From his peripheral vision, Apollyon saw Princess Sapphire and Xerxes rushing to their small group to see what was happening.

  Brows knitted together in a scowl, he stayed like that for a while before trying to get up with his hands and knees only to turn himself over and plop back down to the snow deposits.Â

Apollyon glanced down at him with his hands folded over his chest.Â

"What's up with you, Ravin? You are not acting normal."Â

Ravin pursed his lips in a tight line, refusing to respond.

The Archdemon Familiar looked so done with his life in this Realm.

It was strange not to see him fight back when Apollyon was the one who attacked him first.Â

The devil had also taken his time lying with his back on the ground, and it tempted Apollyon to stomp the heel of his boot on the chiseled jaw.

Perhaps, he was conserving his energy to prepare for the real fight.Â

Defeating Archdemons might not be a big deal to him, but seeing Archangels up close in the Gardens of the Four Seasons might disturb him for the rest of his immortal life.

His golden glowers never failed to let Apollyon know that he blamed him for turning him into an outcast at this moment.

After realizing that he was about to be exiled soon, Ravin sighed a hopeless sigh before he removed the necklace and tossed it in Xerxes' direction.

As the werewolf neared their location, he stopped in his tracks when he saw a glint of royal blue thrown in the air, and he caught it perfectly in his hand.

"Ouch!" Since Princess Sapphire didn't pay much attention, she bumped her little nose on Xerxes' back.

Then, Princess Sapphire's fearful gaze ricocheted between Apollyon and Ravin who remained on the ground, unmoving.Â