Hell's Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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After closing the door shut, Luna turned around to face Apollyon and leaned her back against it.

She could tell that the hard steel surface rubbing against the thin fabric of her clothes was coated with Archdemon Magic.

It didn't belong to her, though.

It appeared like her two Archdemon Familiars had kept their promise in taking turns to keep her husband here in this tower, imprisoning him for the meantime.

The surge of familiar energy behind her back felt warm which meant that they had infused this entire tower with Archdemon Magic everyday without fail.

Ravin and Sloth seemed convinced that her husband, Apollyon, would break free from those obsidian chains binding his wrists and start raping every women he felt like.

It made her scowl underneath the cloth covering her face. Sloth had claimed that the Archdemon of Lust would do as a daily sport.

"There's no way Apollyon would do that." She mumbled shakily, shaking her head.

Honestly, The Vampire King might have done that before but he had already changed for the better.

She bit her lip to suppress the anxiety rising to the surface.

That was just a side that she used to know.

The room was pitch-black for a while after she entered but that had changed when the thick, bluish-grey clouds had moved aside to reveal the full moon.

At that moment, faint moonbeams had passed through the window, providing the small chamber with some light. Everything in this room--especially the furniture's arrangements--was exactly as she they had left it in the past except for a few additions.

Emerald crystals---similar to the Emerald Room in the Autumn Palace where Luna had given birth---had taken over the walls within the room to weaken an Archdemon's abilities to perform magic.

Mining emeralds in the Autumn Courts was already forbidden.

These crystals were on the verge of extinction ever since the Great War began. Ravin, Queen Morgan's missing son, had made this happen for Luna.

The Autumn Queen had spoiled him so much, fulfilling all the wishes he had in this Material Realm without question to make up for lost time.

Ravin was too shameless not to take advantage of the Fae's maternal love and she, in turn, had exploited her familiar's high status in the Autumn Courts.

Ravin still hated her husband's guts but the Archdemon seemed more amicable without Apollyon's presence.

Luna had to conjure glow lights just to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

Sloth had horned owls with saucer-like eyes, watching over her husband tied up on the bed without making any sound.

Yes, she could see their sharp talons clutching the wooden headboard perfectly but she needed more light in this room out of habit.

These creepy statuesque creatures looked like dead animals preserved in a life-like state.

Perhaps, these were the same creatures who reported to Sloth such long-awaited news that Apollyon had stirred a bit.

Unfortunately, he wasn't fully awakened.

Yet.

The hem of her yellow skirts swished against the cold marble as she took a few careful steps towards the bed.

The glow light followed her all on its own, casting shadows on her husband's exquisite side profile.

Apollyon's head was tilted as he faced the wall across her.

The chiseled square in his jaw and his straight nose became clearer.

His eyes were still closed.

His sensuous lips were slightly parted.

The solid muscles on his upper arms and broad shoulders were all bunched up.

He was shirtless.

It made her swallow hard as she continued to imagine what his body looked like underneath the thick blanket.

Well, just in case she had forgotten it.

It had been too long since the last time she was able to caress him leisurely without simply being methodical about letting him drink Hecate's chaste potions as well as changing the bedsheets.

Her paranoia wouldn't let other women--especially maidservants--come up here even if she had to clean this place herself.

She had no problem being a slave for her own mate since she could also ask for her Familiars' assistance anytime.

'I was lucky to be your mate, Vampire King. But I had no idea how you would act as an Archdemon.' Luna thought as she observed him outside his grabbing distance despite his limbs being chained.

Luna wanted to be as far away from the Archdemon of Lust just in case he would drag her to the bed and have her wicked way with her.

That was possible.

Of course, Luna still loved Apollyon but if he was going to act like Luxen---to which she was still skeptical---he might make her feel sick to the core.

She didn't want to be reminded by what that bastard had done in the past but too late she had already retched twice, her stomach twisting into knots from utter disgust.

She swallowed again as her brows furrowed at the manacles.

Luna wasn't too sure that the sorcery in his entire tower was enough to subdue an Archdemon fledgling.

What Sloth had told her earlier suddenly crossed her mind.

"Not many people are still the same after a creature's soul would transform into an Archdemon. Me, for example. I had no past memories unlike Lilith."

Sloth flashed her an innocent smile.

He must have assumed that she hadn't caught on his plans to piss her off now that her physical vessel was free of that monstrosity.

"Right." She glowered at him, expressing hatred every time Lilith's name was mentioned. "That bitch wouldn't have been that obsessed with my husband if she didn't remember him."

Unfortunately, Luna was determined not to be touched unless Apollyon would learn how to control his urge around her.

She had high hopes that he would still be the same.

When his long lashes started to flutter, Luna burned anti- aphrodisiac incenses and essential oils in a hurry to keep Apollyon's mind calm and appease his inescapable sin.

The last thing she wanted to do was to incite a lustful Archdemon's sexual desires.

Luna saw the familiar Prussian shade of his pupils when he opened his eyes.

She cleared her throat before greeting him. "You are awake, Apollyon."

His response took forever and Luna waited with bated breath.

"Who are you?"