Hell’s Consort

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The Empress Luna

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  "It's time to decide where our wife would stay tonight." The Archdemon of Lust had stared down at her as his gaze traveled from her eyes to her chest.

He leered back to her eyes when Luna glanced down and saw that one nipple had slipped from her bodice.

Pretending that he didn't see that, Luxen cleared his throat as he focused on Ravin, "Since she had stayed at your Kingdom for such a period of time, I will offer to accommodate our wife at my Castle for the meantime." 

"Lilith might visit your Castle, and from the spectacle earlier, I want her to stay from her as far as possible." The Archdemon of Gluttony frowned as he held her arms, carrying her weight and helping Luna get to her feet. "I would have preferred if she was Realms away from Luna, but her possession had deemed unsuccessful. We have to keep her safe. We didn't know what crazy things the Archdemon of Envy will do."

Luxen had leaned closer and attempted to pull her out of Ravin's grasp. "I will keep her safe, my brother, don't worry."

"I like her to be with me." Fury was like a dangerous flame burning in Ravin's eyes as he brought Luna from behind his back. "Our time at the Dream Realms was shorter as I would have liked."

She didn't want to be with anyone except her husband, but nobody in this goddamned room would understand!

Anyway, Luna let Ravin protect her because he was perhaps, the lesser-of-two-evils compared to Luxen.

Clenching her fists on the skirts of her gown, Luna kept her silence even if she was trying to hold back from demanding that they bring her back to the Vampire Realm.

She knew that she would be wasting her time because they wouldn't have allowed them.

Luna would just let these men fight over her because nobody else mattered except her husband, Apollyon.

She was as meek as a lamb, and she could tell that Ravin and Luxen had preferred her that way.

Her muscles quivered as she flexed her fingers.

Luna still couldn't believe that she had transformed into a creature she had sworn to hate.

"We should do something about this, or else this argument will never end." Luxen had hesitated.

He had sensed that his brother was ready to fight him for their wife right then and there.

"It's either you decide and admit that it was my turn to bond with my wife this time around." Luxen's hungry gaze slid to hers. "I would never take no for an answer."

"I would never take no for an answer, too," Ravin admitted quite strongly as he planted his legs wide to assert his dominance. "I could suggest that we live in the same Castle for the meantime and share her."

"Who would keep your imps in line, Ravin, if you left the Castle?" Luxen took a deep breath as he crossed his arms. "You know how it got chaotic when you were gone forever."

He narrowed his eyes at him, for he knew he had a pretty good argument that needed to be addressed. "Some idiot always wanted to claim your throne, and your minions would battle it out."

"It was a complete mess." The Archdemon of Gluttony agreed, scratching his head as he recalled the amount of effort it had required to fix it. "A survival-of-the-fittest tournament when they tried to replace me."

"It was chaos. What was worse was that no Archdemons would give a fuck because each of us had a Kingdom to deal with." Luxen said as he shook his head in recollection, "You told me the bloody stories, and I don't want that to happen again."

Frowning, Ravin stared at him. "Live in my Kingdom then."

"I also don't want to live in your Kingdom." Luxen's features hardened as he growled at him, "I, very much, prefer the cold weather."

"Your father and I would like to retire, Luxen." The Queen of Hell's warm lower-pitched voice was calm and soothing similar to drinking cool fresh water from spring.

She rarely spoke that sometimes it would take Luna longer to register whose voices belonged to whom except for Ravin and Luxen.

"Both of you needed to sort this out before we go." Queen Jezebel said as she tucked her brunette locks behind her ears.

"I will give you the time--" A golden hourglass materialized in her left hand, and she turned it upside down. "--until the sand in this hourglass runs out."

The sand had started to move down on its narrow neck. "Your father and I will wait until the upper bulb is empty." 

Ravin had suggested, but he didn't look too happy about it. "Why don't you let Queen Jezebel decide?"

"Time is running, sons." Queen Jezebel informed them. "Don't include me in this--" 

Queen Jezebel had been cut off by a loud crash through the tall stained glass window.

Covering her ears from the shock, Luna unconsciously ducked, which made her feel awkward because the rest in the room did not react to her.

Glancing around, her face had turned into a tomato when she realized that the Archdemons had remained emotionless and unfazed as ever as if they had expected this to happen every single time there was a meeting at the throne room. 

There was a young man—probably older than Cederic in appearance but younger than anyone in this throne room—who had ridden a winged dark horse as it trotted casually in their direction.

The young man—well, Luna couldn't say he was a boy, but she also couldn't tell if she was a man, yet but perhaps, he was similar to Cederic—had worn weird clothes.

The more the young man got closer, the more Luna's jaws dropped at his huge-ass red hat with a black cloth attached to it that looked similar to a horse's tail.

Luna wouldn't be shocked if that was indeed a horsetail.

He also wore something like a pleated collar on his neck—wide and full ruffles. 

The weirdest thing of all ever since this young man arrived, Luna realized that he was the only creature of Hell in this throne room who hadn't worn a mask.