Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (May 2022)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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The Threee Fates had already predicted his wife's death in the Material Realm.

No immortal being was powerful enough to nullify his beloved's cursed fate—not even the male Archangel who suddenly appeared before him in the middle of his battle at the Archdemon Tournament.

Apollyon assumed it was Luxen who made that first move that he deliberately swung his scythe at him with all his might and hit him in the chest.

The Archangel's blood, glazing the weapon that Satan had given, had helped him win against Luxen in just a short period paired with short, erratic yet calculated incursions against his enemy's careful attachs.

After defeating Luxen and sending him to the Ninth Circle of Hell, the floor of that special arena collapsed and dropped him into the flaming pits of Hell.

A few minutes before he was burning in Hellfire, Apollyon heard a calm whisper in his head, saying, 'Get used to your physical vessel as soon as possible, Vampire King. Your body must be strong enough to contain the Archdemon in you. For the meantime, I will have to watch over your wife and offspring as your soul begins to adjust.'

'Apollyon guesssed that the voice must have belonged to the male Archangel who threw himself in his swinging scythe so that he could make use of his blood to defeat Luxen.'

He confessed that he found the Archangel's assistance strange and suspicious.

The Archangel had appeared in the right place at the right time and he made the outcome easier for Apollyon to deal with as if he had seen his future.

His blood sacrifice was a calculated move that would benefit Apollyon in the long run.

Why was he doing this and what did he want in exchange for this favor?

Did the male Archangel set this trap to stop Luxen from destroying the Material Realm and thought that Apollyon was the most convenient choice to end him... or did he have another agendas he didn't know of?

Apollyon had no time to dwell on that--not when his brain felt like it had been shredded from the inside.

His entire being had been preciously occupied with enduring his painful transformation, flowing out of his every pore.

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Nobody from the Three Fates had informed him at Queen Morgan's Council Meeting that he would replace Luxen in his throne as the Prince of the Second Circle.

Those clever little goddesses even failed to tell him that a powerful Archangel would assist him in achieving his whimsical goal of becoming an Archdemon like his wife.

The Three Fates must have known but didn't care to tell him at that moment, refusing to give the shocking secret any importance.

In addition to that, Apollyon wasn't interested about his future that didn't have Luna in it.

That important event in his life must have been inevitable whether he knew about it or not.

It was also ironic how Ravin, the Archdemon he hated and one he considered to be his rival in love, had also helped him turn into devil without a hitch.

His demonic venom had helped him to adjust well during in his transformation and the catastrophic power that came along with it.

Nevertheless, he wouldn't go so far as thanking the bastard.

The Three Fates also tried their absolute best to remain neutral for the sake of the entire Realms which made them such tough nuts to crack.

Even, Apollyon was surprised of the outcome.

He had no expectations that he could accomplish such an impossible dream---that someone from the Heavenly Realms would actually help a vampire royalty he considered lower than himselff.

Apollyon had initially thought he was lucky that day but it didn't last because he had to pay a huge price for becoming an Archdemon.

What's the point of turning into one when Apollyon couldn't even protect the people he loved? The people who mattered the most?

Pain had entered into his new life.

Both didn't have common decency to ask for his permission.

Apollyon wasn't there to witness his wife giving birth to their children while she suffered from another female Archdemon's mental and physical abuse.

It was a shame that neither he nor the Archangel, who promised to stop his beloved from dying, were able to find a solution that would make her survive that tragedy.

He hadn't fully accepted Luna's Archdemon Familiars but Ravin and Sloth coudn't protect Luna from Lilith, either.

What had been Sloth doing all this time instead of alleviating Luna's suffering altogether?

Apollyon sighed.

He admittted that his excuses had sounded pathetic in his mind.

At this point, Apollyon should stop blaming others for his incompetence as a husband, a father and a King.

No matter what happened, he should have been the one who stayed by his beloved's side, comforting her whenever she needed him,m instead of someone else.

If there was nothing Apollyon could do to prevent Luna's destiny from occurring, then he should take this chance to intercept his wife at the River Styx.

No one could stop him now that he had become the Archdemon of Lust.

Once he set his mind to it, it wasn't a hard decision to make as.

Apollyon could manage traveling in the Spiritual Realm as long as he stayed within that boundary between Heaven and Hell.

The Highest God had drawn the line in the Underworld and Apollyon was fine with it.

The instant he saw his wife again after being separated with her for a few days, raw emotional pain had gripped his heart like a vise.

It went on and on like eternity.

It was sweet sorrow to witness his wife lying inside this funerary boat with her limp hands placed neatly over her deflated stomach.

His eyes had widened in shock upon discovering that her baby bump was gone.

His mate must have given birth to the twins without complications… except for her survival.

Gritting his teeth to suppress his anguished screams in silence, Apollyon sat down next to her and touched the silver obol on her forehead with utmost reverence.