Hell’s Consort

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The Empress Luna

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The song will always start in a windless clam that ended with death.

These demons lapped her body and soul in fatal lethargy. 

The sirens started singing their hymn again, and this time, all her senses were alert.

Now that Luna had figured out that they were similar to sirens, she fought the effects of their allure to avoid being entranced by them.

They forcibly placed her in the basin where the other rotting cadavers and detached limbs surrounded her, singing and chanting louder than before.

If she weren't careful, Luna would be eaten alive by these demons. 

Now, she just had to figure out if that would also help her get to the surface.

Luna still tried to exhale small amounts of oxygen, determined to go upwards. 

She had to survive!

Luna didn't want to drown.

Her flesh and organs might end up in these demons' stomach.

Well, speaking about her stomach, Luna had to constantly remind herself that she wasn't alone anymore, for she had a baby inside her.

Luna began to thrash from the siren's webbed grip as Luna forced her body to float upwards to escape these ugly monsters.

As the turbulent water conspired against her, she continued flailing her arms and propelling her legs desperately.

She needed to reach the surface.

Luna managed to get away, but it wasn't that far for the sirens can swim fast with their fishtail compared to her feet.

Her useless Archdemon wings had also handicapped her, holding her back because of their dead weight.

Luna was close to blacking out and drowning, but she summoned extreme mental focus on her objective.

More seconds have passed, and the thing she was most afraid of had started to occur.

  She might not die but running out of air very slowly was not the most enjoyable way to lose consciousness.

  With her palms stretched out, Luna desperately flailed again, but this time, Luna felt different, and she could feel herself going faster and with more force.

For some unknown reason, Luna felt a sudden burst of energy, and the will to get out of her plight came back stronger.

She would make it!

Luna had inhaled water, and she garbled, shutting her esophagus at once.

It was a struggle to control her breathing. 

Closing her mouth, Luna pressed her lips together and held her breath.

Luna couldn't register anything because she had her eyes closed, but she swore she could hear Luxen screaming her name. 

The sirens had bared their teeth at her and hissed, but they toned down their nasty attitude when they started singing again.

It was as if the moment they started to open their mouth and perform, the sirens' angry faces morphed into a sense of calm.

The sound was strongly addictive and calming to them as it is to the listener.

Luna couldn't help but listen to them again.

The great love Luna felt about their hymns had turned into a great obsession as she lay back on the golden basin, doing absolutely nothing.

Luna's body went limp, and her mind went blank.

She gave up her effort to flail her body upwards. 

Her flaccid body had her stuck in the red gelatinous liquid along with the rotten corpses for a few minutes, and her lungs had more or less given out air. 

  Then, there was no pain. 

Only comfort.

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The Archdemon of Lust

Prince Luxen from the 2nd Circle of Hell

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There was a sharp bang, followed by a long thundering growl.

The force of Luna's Archdemon magic had thrown him like he was nothing but a boomerang--a boomerang who couldn't come back to where Luna was.

  There was an overwhelming amount of gas emanating in the atmosphere.

Choking at the thick white smoke he had inhaled, Luxen coughed and flapped his Archdemon wings harder to go above the smoke and look for Luna, who had vanished.

Pain shot in the left arch of his Archdemon wings, and it wasn't doing its job properly.

  If he kept this long enough, it would take an hour to propel himself higher.

Luxen's flight had been clumsy and awkward, and he wondered why his right wing was flapping five times harder than his lazy left wing.

Curious at why it wasn't working properly, Luxen glanced behind his shoulder to inspect his wing, and indeed, there was a large gaping hole—a clean, perfect circle like it had been stamped out-- at the bottom half.

Sucking in his breath, Luxen's mind had produced a flashback of Luna aiming a red ball of light, crackling with static, before she hurled it at him without warning.

When an Archdemon's wings get hurt, they won't regenerate. It bled a rich dark red.

Clenching his fists in anger, Luxen's jaw tightened as he blew out a breath that rattled his lips.

Luna had destroyed his Archdemon wings for just a simple kiss?

"Come on! The lady was obviously acting like a virgin when she was not!' Luxen thought as he let out a quick, disgusted snort. "Luna would never fit in that image."

He knew she wasn't a virgin anymore, so why was she keeping this charade?

It was just a goddamned kiss, and by the way Luna had reacted it was as if Luxen had stuck his dick into her ass without her permission!

His nostrils flared.

He should have done that if the end game was Luxen getting his Archdemon wings almost destroyed.

Perhaps, Luna was merely playing hard to get--like all his sexual partners--so that they could try and catch his attention again every time.

Females Luxen had fucked once act like this when they meet for the second time, because they didn't know about his curse yet.

They always craved him after the first time.

'Luna was too dramatic.' Luxen's clasped his hands tightly, and his knuckles whitened. 'There must be something wrong with her.' 

'What was wrong with kissing a husband if he wanted to trace her lips with his?'