Hell’s Consort

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The Empress Luna

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As her hands clenched into fists, Luna called upon Archdemon magic from her spirit as her mind searched for the part of her body where it had recently stored and festered.

She summoned the strength it required to release them.

Luna didn't need to search for it for too long because she had established the link her in mind and that hum of power deep in her gut, connecting them.

When she became the High Priestess, Luna had easily mastered the calling—the ability to call forth anything from anywhere.

If she was under threat, she might as well try to evoke the Archdemon Magic from herself. 

Luna didn't think about the repercussions as long as she could get Luxen off and stop him from mauling her mouth. 

"Kiss me, Domina." Luxen's silver gaze flared with undisguised hunger. His eyes peered at her cleavage while his hand cupped her breasts.

Luna gasped at the audacity, wanting to stomp her foot in outrage.

Luna had the chance to inconspicuously wiggle the angel blade from the leather strap on the slit of her dress, but Luxen's hands had pawed at her outer thigh, snatching it from her fingers and throwing them away to the side.

Now, Luna couldn't run, pick the angel up and stab him through the heart, for the Archdemon of Lust's grip was so strong it hurt.

Luna had to destroy the Archdemon once and for all if he was a real threat to her and for her baby.

Luxen halted his exploration of her mouth, lifting his head to make a move on the side of her neck.

Feeling as if something sucked the will power out of her to fight back against his touch, Luna lost her momentum when Luxen licked his tongue on that sensitive spot where her neck collided with her shoulder.

This time it was gentler, tenderer and her breath caught at the soft caress.

Luna couldn't help but shiver and moan in pleasure, desire blooming in her core. 

How easy would it be to lose into herself as he urged her to soften against the welcome hardness of his large form?

She wanted him to kiss her as her brain shut off the logic clamoring in the back of her mind.

Leaning into Luxen's drug-inducing kisses, Luna felt her knees weaken with lust as if she couldn't bear her weight any longer.

Warm, sweet pleasure flooded through her veins as if they were ambrosia, making her weak.

Luna's body acted like she wanted to lay down above the Archdemon of Lust's body as they made love on top of this frozen lake.

Luxen had set her on fire with longing even in this Ice Kingdom.

Luna didn't know why she felt this way again.

That was when she figured out that Luxen had made his Archdemon magic  stronger, reinforcing it with every touch and caress.

He had evoked this wanton response from her through his magic instead of her feeling nothing but anger and a fierce rebuke.

Apollyon's name flashed in her mind as she clutched her stomach with fierce protectiveness.

'I had the Vampire King's baby.' Luna dizzily acknowledged. 'I had no business having sexual congress with an Archdemon.'

In an instant, Luna's brain fog had been cleared as the strong icy wind blew at their forms.

The Archdemon have sensed that Luna was cold, but instead of fastening the red velvet cloak around her like what a gentleman should do—similar to what she did at the sled—this time, he did the opposite.

He untied the drawstring, and it fell on the frozen floor of the lake, exposing her vulnerable form. 

She got distracted when the Archdemon of Lust trailed moist pecks on her collarbone.

Luxen was so into kissing her.

It was ironic that her sweat was running down her back despite the wintry night.

When Luna noticed that her muscles were jumping under her skin as if something in her wanted out, she inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled through the mouth.

Luna released the anxiety of how wrong she felt and relaxed.

She cleared her mind again and meditated before drawing out the deep, dark, and rich magic, linking her mind and gut.

Luna took her time conditioning her body as if she wasn't with Luxen, opening the channel between herself and the Source.

With grim determination, she had envisioned the magic once again as she nurtured the tiny flicker, slowly fanning the blue flames and protecting them with her mental hands.

There was only Luna and the flame in her mind's eye as they were shrouded in darkness.

She visualized an obsidian orb that King Lucifer had forced on her mouth and merged it with the blue flame.

It burst into a red ball of light as it floated in the palm of her hand.

'I allow this Archdemon magic inside of me, lying dormant.' Luna spoke to the flames as it grew more and more.

She concentrated in her mind and became one with it.

  For a moment that she had stayed in this mental space, Luna had prayed that she could stay here forever and imagine that the past couple of days in Hell as an Archdemon was a figment of her imagination like Sloth had said.

Luna had to accept it—like she accepted the role as the Vampire Realm's High Priestess—because there was nothing she can do. 

As she stretched her hand to give the blazing light blue fire, some room, Luna murmured, 'Awaken.'

She held the blue fire in her hands and brought it to life.

Luna had successfully summoned the Archdemon magic.

There were a noiseless flash and an intense pressure in her ears.

It was so eerie that she couldn't hear any sound.

Luxen—the Archdemon of Lust –was gone from her sight.

She sighed with gratitude because it had done its purpose.

Luna thought it would backfire and would cause harm and misfortune when Luna hadn't trained with Luxen's uncle to use it yet. 

Her happiness didn't last.