Hell's Consort

<strong>Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (May 2022)</strong>

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<strong>The Archdemon of Sloth</strong>

<strong>Prince Sloth from the Seventh Circle of Hell</strong>

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"Rere. Stay here and  kill any demons who are near the vicinity." Sloth made an effort to scowl at the dragon so that he would appear more serious to him and get his point across.

It nodded, growling low in its throat.

Rere lowered his muzzle near Sloth's head before affectionately munching on his blond hair as golden as the wheat field surrounding them.

Rere had taken good care of the old birth attendant, and not once did he drop her during that flight.

The dragon made sure that its large talons had secured the back of the old woman's garments and held unto it tightly before landing her somewhere safe.

If this stubborn old hag continued to insist that she used her Faerie wings during the travel, they would have arrived in the Autumn Courts next week and not in just a couple of hours that night if he agreed.

That… or he could command Rere to show her the Gates of Hell in advance by releasing her and forget about her existence afterward.

Unfortunately, that would also turn him into the Empress' birth attendant, and he had no desire to see something that horrifying.

The birth attendant approached Rere and beckoned the dragon to move his head closer to her face.

After kissing Rere on its cheek, he reacted happily by purring loudly.

Then, they left him there and headed towards another secret entrance located at the back of the Autumn Palace.

Frowning, Sloth shook his head as he walked.

After a couple of minutes, he paused in his tracks to lift the unconscious Empress a bit and adjust her position.

He was glad that the motion relieved the numbness in his arms, but that positive feeling failed to suppress his irritation with the beads of sweat trickling on his brow.

Sloth had blamed his lack of endurance for not exercising during his free time.

He tried to hasten his steps, but he encountered another problem when he looked over his shoulder.

Sloth took pride in living a quiet and passive life in the past as the Archdemon of Sloth.

He didn't have that privilege of an Archdemon Prince anymore when he turned into a Familiar.

But if he and the birth attendant entered a competition of who was the slowest, this woman would have won over him by a razor-thin margin.

"Madame," Sloth called the old woman loudly, frustration evident in his tone. Yes, she was that far. "My mistress is having a hard time. Could you move a little faster?"

"Where are you going?" The hag shouted back as she turned to the left. "You are going the wrong way, boy!"

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Luna's childbirth made his entire muscles tense up, his facial expression stiff, and he was getting exhausted.

Yet, he still carried on because he was the Empress' Familiar.

Sloth was starting to get bored in this Realm if not for Lune, Princess Sapphire, and Rere.

But he soon became excited at the thought of the Empress giving birth to daughters because that would mean he would have small animals he could raise and play with.

Sadly, the twins' fates were tied to whether Lune would fight to the death to protect them or will Lilith be able to drag her to the dark side and slip into the Empress' guise by refusing her children the right to be born?

It would be a shame if Luna were sent to Hell after suffering from stillbirth.

Maybe he could take him to his lair where nothing could touch her if that happened.

He did have a lot of monsters in the Seventh Circle of Hell.

They passed by a garden full of white, red, and yellow tulips, and it reminded him of a vast and soft-as-a-cloud cushion.

Carrying his sister-in-law was troublesome enough.

How much more if she was already squirming before they even reached their destination?

"Stop squirming, Lune. We are almost there." He whispered low and added reluctantly, "I think."

Frown lines marred her forehead.

"This terrible pain drives me mad." Her fingers clenched at his shirt as if she was a cat kneading its paws on his broad chest. "It makes me want to kill someone."

Sloth agreed with a grimace.

The kneading motion became too painful to handle when a long fingernail scratched a nipple underneath.

At that point, he couldn't care less if he wasn't heading to where they were supposed to go.

The sweet torture that his mistress had inflicted on him—the constant friction between her fingernails and her palms rubbing over the fabric of his shirt—made his blood hot for some reason.

It was wrong on so many levels, especially if the woman involved was pregnant.

Sloth swallowed hard and moved like the devil was at his heels.

"Well, I can offer this birth attendant's blood if that would suffice. Unfortunately, she was the only person who could help you get through this." He replied in jest.

Upon hearing that, the birth attendant clicked her tongue and muttered, "Kids these days don't know how to respect their elders."

"I'm probably older than you." Sloth shot back, relieved that the old hag had followed him from her shoes' 'click-clack' sound.

Using his gut instinct, the path he had traversed was probably the right one.

A lopsided grin spread across his lips.

Luna tolerated her labor pains in silent whimpers as they hurried past the floral and herbal gardens, which had fae symbols on every portion of the land.

He assumed that these Fae Magicians and Healers had planted their ingredients here to create their magical potions.

That short conversation must have drained all of her energy that she passed out again.

Sloth could sense that a Demonic Legion had infiltrated the Autumn Courts, and it was strange that he couldn't see any disturbing evidence in the night sky yet.

He wondered if his intuition had gone awry because his Mistress was in bad condition.