Hell’s Consort

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The Empress Luna

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"You should think twice before you move out of my soul portal, wench." The High Priestess had sneered as she watched Luna tried so hard to thresh around as if that would set her free from the invisible bonds Lilith had set on her.

She had fisted Luna's silver hair for the first time, and Lilith had raised one eyebrow as she ran her silver strands between her fingertips.

It had terrified Luna more than the ill-treatment she did at first.

She pursed her lips in silence, for the voice in her head had warned her about poking a sleeping dragon.

It was a survival skill to bend and yield, for now, choosing not to engage as she gathered her strength and find out information Lilith would give for free.

Perhaps, playing dead would be the perfect defense to this psychotic High Priestess when she acted a bit friendly for now.

"Hmm." The High Priestess hummed, occupied by the silky texture of her hair which the Vampire King had personally washed for her.

Luna's face tightened because she didn't want the High Priestess touching the same thing her husband had touched her last.

Luna had seen her hair in a different light.

She will always cherish the moment of how her husband had treated her hair with love.

Even if he was the King, he had made her special, and Apollyon will be the only one in her heart.

With all the strength she could muster, Luna leaned her head as far away as she could manage just to make the High Priestess let go of her hair.

Luna did it, but it was in vain.

  The High Priestess had stretched her arm out and grabbed a handful.

Lilith closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of flowers and other organic herbs with a dreamy smile on her face.

"I saw something in the cauldron which made me want to vomit in disgust and gauge my eyes out, girl, about what Apollyon did for you." She had that faraway look in her eyes as she murmured, speaking to herself as if Luna wasn't even in front of her. "The only thing that calmed me down was that my husband was going to do that for me soon—taking care of me because he loved me. It should have been me and not you."

Lilith's manic gaze concentrated on her silver hair, pulling them hard and handling them roughly. "I can't believe my husband had liked your dirty, grimy silver hair which made you look like an old lady—a grandmother."

She cackled at her own joke as if it was the wittiest thing she could come up with. "You are really fucking ugly, bitch, I don't know what my husband sees in you."

Turning her head towards the sky, Lilith laid on her back as she burst into more laughter. "I bet you aren't even good at pleasuring him. He had just tolerated your poor attempts." 

If she could just aggressively shake her head vigorously from left to right to show disapproval, Luna would have done that. 

Still, the High Priestess had prevented her from doing so.

Luna was grateful that she could still talk.

At least, she could express how revolting Lilith was despite her small movements as she laid helplessly on the snow-covered ground.

Tender and cruel is the fantasy that dips the tips of the arrows into the poison of illusion.

After a few minutes of interaction with Lilith, Luna knew right away why Apollyon hadn't liked Lilith before, no matter how many times she had thrown herself at him.

The bitch was merely delusional. 

Why would she claim Luna's husband as hers and talking about it like they were the ones who actually got married in front of his wife's face?

"But since gauging my own eyes out would hurt and I don't like being hurt, I should take yours and make you blind." Lilith continued as she tilted her head and attempted a cute pout but failed. "Perhaps, my beloved Vampire King would hate you if  he sees you again but I doubt my beloved would ever had another chance."

Lilith's voice was annoyingly high pitched when she droned on, "I will make sure you are dead when that time comes."

A shiver ran down her spine as goosebumps broke over her cold, clammy skin.

There was nothing cute about this bitch.

Every male will be repulsed by her beautiful face if they see what's inside her evil, black heart.

"The Vampire King. Is. My, Husband." Gritting her teeth, Luna had spat every single word with a wave of ferocious anger and hatred as she forced a claim ver her husband.

Luna wasn't good at acting meek when it came to claiming what was hers, even if it will put her life in danger. "--and he isn't going to be yours."

Shaking her head as she chuckled, Lilith's grey eyes lit with an insidious inner glow as she caressed Luna's cheek in pity. "He is already mine before you came into his life, grandma."

Luna wanted to slap the High Priestess so hard that she would wake up in the next millennia, but Luna couldn't move at all, and she swore a string of curses that would put a sailor to shame.

Luna ground her teeth as she said in a whisper-shout. "Apollyon married me and not you, bitch."

Amused at her frustration, Lilith exclaimed. "Oh, darling." 

The High Priestess had leaned closer to her ear as if she was sharing a priceless secret of hers. "He will be my husband soon."

Luna didn't know what her spells consisted of, but if Lilith's mission was to conjure her back to hell, then she was successful in doing so.

What did she wish to accomplish next in that magic cauldron of hers where she had screeched her lungs out?

What more did she want?

Flinching at the High Priestess' promise, Luna's stomach churned at all the possibilities. "What do you mean?"