Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (July 2022)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Who are you?"

The question rendered her speechless and made her take a step backward.

She snickered and placed her hands on her hips in apprehension.

Was this a jest?

It was the first time she had ever seen him awake and that was the first question that spilled through his lips?

There was a dangerous glint in his Prussian Blue eyes when Apollyon turned his head to look at her.

His eyelids kept falling shut, still heavy from sleep.

His sexy, slow blinks made her uncomfortable that she had to look away from him and twiddle her thumbs.

Yet, Luna could still feel his gaze boring holes in her garments, slithering like snake scales on her skin and sending goosebumps down her spine.

"I asked you, woman. Why don't you answer my question? Can't you speak?" He whispered dangerously soft.

Apollyon might have smirked at her but his amusement never reached his stone-cold eyes.

The color of his pupils had turned blood-red before narrowing into slits.

Luna had convinced herself over and over that it shouldn't affect her at all.

Her husband had used this tone every time her actions peeved him so it shouldn't be that big of a deal.

There was nothing to fear.

She could be petty sometimes but Apollyon always forgave her because they were mates.

She didn't answer and simply folded her arms over her chest.

Apollyon followed the movement before his peculiar eyes searched her face.

Could he tell that she felt so vulnerable in front of him?

"If you truly recognize who I am, you know that I don't like to repeat myself."

His eyes were merciless, colder and emptier than she had ever seen.

Her body trembled from the shock but she tried to steel her spine and stood up straight.

Now, that she could finally have him wide awake, could she still keep her mate even if he had turned into this?

A person without memories?

At least, Apollyon hadn't made her wait for a decade.

If that did happen, she would assume that Apollyon was mad at her somehow and he was now taking his revenge.

He might as well be similar to Satan who had ordered another Fallen Angel to torture her over and over---emotionally rather than the physically.

Luna knew that their relationship got back to square one but the realization was like a poisonous arrow straight to the heart.

Yet, she wouldn't break down in front of this stranger.

"Where is the High Priest?"

Her lips pressed into a tight line as she sighed.

Luna couldn't bring herself to answer this question, either.

It turned out that she wasn't the only one that Apollyon had forgotten.

He had also forgotten that Luxen's president had played with Fei's corpse in front of him.

"How can I---" His countenance looked like he was grasping for something that he had lost, "When did---I don't remember anything. What happened yesterday?" Apollyon blinked fast as if he was trying to make sense of his foggy mind. "I can't seem to piece everything together."

How can her husband rule the Vampire Kingdom like this?'

Luna raised her hands close to her chest and said gently. "Take it easy or you will hurt yourself from thinking. What is your last memory about, Your Highness?"

Apollyon's gaze turned distant as he tried to recall. "I remember I was about to pick a concubine from the Blood Moon Banquet."

She flinched at that.

Oh my goddess!

'The Blood Moon Banquet?' She massaged at her wrinkled brows in an attempt to soothe her racing mind. 'That memory happened a long time ago!'

"Who are you? Did you get rid of my curse? Is that why I'm here with you?" He growled these accusations as he scowled at her.

Luna clutched at her stomach and retched.

She felt like she was about to throw up.

"Why can't you---" She asked in a high-pitched voice but she couldn't bring herself to continue. Shaking her head, she stared at the ground and said, "Nevermind. I...I should go." Luna wasn't fit to deal with him when all she did was get upset. "I'll be back later."

"What had happened to me?" With gritted teeth, he began pulling his restraints to the opposite direction in his effort to break the chains rather than the manacles. "Release me this instant."

If he kept this up, he would have torn his own arms from his shoulder sockets to set himself free.

She glanced at him in a panic. "I can't."

Luna doubted that Apollyon knew the effects of emerald crystals and obsidian chains on an Archdemon.

Using Archdemon Magic or regenerating torn limbs was basically useless here.

"Are you a servant?" He demanded harshly.

Luna clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to throw furnitures over his head and help him remember her identity.

Sh could feel a vein twitching under her left eye as she glowered at him.

From the succeeding questions she had heard from Apollyon, this was the last straw.

Her husband, Apollyon, had messed up big time.

Couldn't he remember her at all?

She had waited for her to wake up for almost a year and this was how he called her?

A servant?

As. if he had witnessed the outrage in her countenance, he backtracked and said in a low voice, "Tell me who you are, beauty."

Her lips had curled before she let out an incredulous laugh. "Beauty?"

Even if he she missed that voice so much, Luna pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at her husband.

Did he throw this compliment to manipulate her, expecting her to throw herself at the Vampire king's feet?

Or was he simply flirting with her, a 'supposed stranger', when he should have exerted all those efforts in remembering his forgotten wife?

He must remember who she was.

She wasn't patient enough to give him infinite chances.

Not when their daughters had grown in the recent months without experiencing the love and care of their absent father.

"---or you could get out of this room and return here after you decided to stop playing hard-to-get."