Hell’s Consort

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The Archdemon of Lust

Prince Luxen from the 2nd Circle of Hell

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Luna wouldn't perish by drowning but mayhap, being torn from limb to limb and her organs being eaten might do.

The Arctic lake had been frozen since the beginning of time.

This was the first time that it had melted.

Luxen had no idea what laid underneath.

He still hadn't found Luna anywhere.

Luxen had been amazed at the Aurora Borealis before this happened, but at the present moment, he couldn't stand the sight of it as he glanced up to witness Uncle Satan's henchmen arriving at the crime scene.

It was as if the dancing lights had mocked him.

He would never be able to forget this wonderful event.

These high-level demons, which also acted as Satan's henchmen, didn't look that frightening.

They had rhinoceros for a head, large fat asses, and normal feet.

He sighed as he bit his cheek in annoyance.

Luxen had many problems to deal with, and he didn't know where to start first.

He knew they were coming for Luna.

They would present her to his uncle for infinite hours of torture as a punishment/training.

Uncle Satan was a ruthless Archdemon headmaster, but many fledging Arch demons-in-training would be honored to be under him— not literally for male demons, though.

A lot of females in Satan's school of training to be an Archdemon slept with his uncle to acquire more power and gain the advantage, but Luxen and Ravin would never let Luna do that. 

Luxen never really minded sharing other women, but Luna was an exception.

He will never share Luna with other male Archdemons that weren't blood bonded to her.

Luxen would tolerate Ravin as long as they can spend their time with their wife fair and square.

He had no problem with that.

Luna can play hard to get all she wanted, but someday she will get used to him and yield to the strength of her lust, especially if he was near.

Luna would give up trying to be free from them.

She wouldn't desire to get out of Hell.

Soon, she would forget that she was a Queen of a Vampire King.

Luxen might require Sloth's assistance when it came to wiping her memories for a reasonable price.

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He had warned Luna not to use Archdemon magic beforehand.

Luna had reasoned out that she didn't even know how to access them, so Luxen had thought she was going to be safe.

Luxen even went as far as smuggling angel blade when it was against the law.

If one of the Henchmen found the angel blade in the ice lake before Luxen, then they would use it to their own advantage to kill a demon with a tiny prick and fatally hurt them.

They would even gain more power by just mere possession.

How much more if they can actually wield it?

There were no honest demons—none in Hell—so the henchmen would never give them back to their Archdemon masters.

Henchmen can be loyal to a fault, but when it came to acquiring power?

Not so much.

Luxen settled one hand on his hip while the other one massaged his temple.

His thick silver brows knitted together, deep in thought.

  One, he needed to save Luna's Archdemon flesh before she got eaten by power-hungry low-level demons.

Second, he had to deal with Uncle Satan's henchmen—who also acted as law and magic enforcement in Hell.

Soon enough, they would soon swim into the frozen lake after inspecting the whole area for ancient demons sleeping underneath.

The henchmen would capture Luna for breaking Hell's Laws and take her to Uncle Satan for custody, preparing her for a series of severe punishments.

Luna would be taken to the Grand Torturer, and Luxen wasn't sure if he could help Luna get away with it. 

Third, Luxen had to find the rare Angel Blade he had thrown away stupidly when he kissed Luna.

It had probably sunk underwater by now. 

Uncle Satan was known for being reasonable, stubborn, and, most of all, paranoid.

Hell!

If one of Satan's henchmen found out that he had successfully seduced an angel and smuggled a dangerous blade from the Realm of the Heavens, his uncle would accuse him of treason who planned on killing his entire family and take over his father as the King.

As Luxen flapped his damaged Archdemon wings slower until his shoes had touched the water, he remembered what Luna had suggested to him before about overthrowing Lucifer.

He answered he wasn't interested.

If he didn't play his cards right, Luxen would fall right into that fiction-turned-reality kind of narrative.

He shouldn't have kissed her.

Luxen chose the angel blade.

Frowning at his stupid decision, Luxen plummeted down the icy lake, and the freezing temperature had made him hiss. 

Baphomet!

Luxen absolutely hated being wet for no reason with his full clothes on.

He would have liked being wet if it was his dick and without clothes, preferably with sweating, moaning woman in his bed. 

'Not like this!' 

'Why was he dipping himself in this damned frozen lake when his Archdemon wings weren't built for swimming?' He glanced back down at the source of his irritation. 'Luna would pay for this with her body!'

When he looked up, Camio, who was Satan's Henchmen leader, had dived down from the sky with his head face first, leaving his fellow Henchmen behind him.

Camio's clenched jaw and furrowed brows showed a determination to interrogate Luxen, and he knew that the leader was headed to him. 

He was the best leader out of all Satan's legions in the sense that he went to someone who had a higher rank than him--a prince, nonetheless--before doing his job as if he was asking permission.

Unfortunately, Camio was also the one who was hard to bribe and couldn't be manipulated. 

Well, time to get the angel blade while Luxen let Camio search for Luna.

By the time Luxen caught the angel blade, Camio would have Luna in his hands above the water, waiting for the henchman.

After that Luxen would snatch her away from him.

Luxen smirked, 'Now this is called catching two birds with one stone.'