Hell’s Consort

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The Archdemon of Lust

Prince Luxen from the Second Circle of Hell

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"I will carry the Lotus with me for further study whether the lady would come out of the Armor or not." In his uncle's voice, the tone awakened this unresolved trauma inside Luxen during his time with the Grand Torturer once.

When Luxen was young, this sharp, deep timbre had indicated that Luxen was in trouble and he will be punished during the training. 

"Since nobody in this Circle knew where it came from, I was curious about the process of how this fledgeling had summoned something from the Heavenly Realms when she had Archdemon blood in her. No evil can summon armours that belonged to Archangels. Who was she in cahoots with her allies in the Vampire Realm? Did she have any contact with Archangels before?" His Uncle said out loud, but he wasn't addressing anyone in particular, "I wish to know how to do it, break her down step-by-step and cultivate the skill myself. I would have an advantage if I could duplicate the Armour and use that weapon against 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' Himself!"

Luxen's scalp prickled as he sensed his uncle's intention, knowing that Uncle Satan would torture the answers out of her and would enjoy her suffering very much.

Satan covered a palm over his lips and stretched his arm towards the Lotus like he was blowing kisses—deadly red ones.

Thousands of tiny red globes with spikes all over them similar to sea urchins came out from Satan's breath as it clung to the Lotus, completely covering up the Armor of God.

Not a white space of the petals could be seen.

At this point, Luxen clenched his fists, wanting to peel those red things sticking on the angelic runes so bad.

When his Uncle experimented on the things that fascinated him, he will disregard other creatures involved in pursuing his satisfaction and curiosity.

Baphomet!

Luxen was stuck in a rock and a hard place.

He needed to protect Luna.

When Satan advanced towards the Lotus, appearing like it had been covered in blood, Luxen swiftly moved in front of his uncle, blocking him of his plans to take Luna and the Armor of God back to his Kingdom. 

"No." Luxen held his arms outstretched in grim determination. "You shall not hurt the Domina." He must protect his wife from harm, even if it sacrificed his pride. "It was my fault." 

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Satan let his hands dropped to his sides.

"She was merely defending herself from me." He insisted.

"That is why she had blasted Archdemon magic on me without holding back." Luxen sighed dejectedly as he continued in a monotone. "Her unconscious had thought she was in a life-and-death situation."

Ravin declared furiously. "You raped her." 

"That was too extreme." Narrowing his eyes at Ravin, Luxen ran a frustrated hand in his hair.

Waving his hand in frantic dismissal, he snapped, "It's too far from the truth."

"Ah." Ravin corrected later. "You forced yourself on her."

"It was just a kiss! goddamn it." Cheekbones burning in chagrin, Luxen bellowed the truth from the top of his lungs as if it was the gospel, "IT WAS A DAMNED KISS, ALRIGHT?" 

Everything fell silent as Satan and Ravin stared at him, regarding him as if Luxen had grown two heads!

The only sound in the Arctic region was the occasional screeching of the griffins, mocking his sexual prowess.

Luxen clenched his jaw as he glowered at them, fighting the urge to bury his face in his hands in regret.

Clearing his throat, Luxen confronted them with his head held high.

He, a strong Archdemon, shall not care about the lower-ranked demons' opinions.

It wouldn't matter.

He exhaled a frustrated breath and regained his composure. 

"You are supposed to be the master of seduction--the Archdemon of Lust." Squinting, Ravin tilted his head as he scratched his cheekbone.

"What is happening?" He looked confused and didn't hold back, "Have you become impotent?"

Ah.

What had Luxen done?

How could he let them laugh at his expense?

Nobody in the Second Circle was willing to give him a break over this mistake.

  "The wife didn't want you?" Satan widened his eyes in disbelief that Luxen had never wanted to be somewhere so bad--anywhere but here.

"That's sad, Luxen." His uncle approached and placed an arm around his shoulders playfully,

"First time being rejected?" Satan gave him a conspirational glance, "Even an old man like me can get a girl so easily, and I don't even have to say anything."

'They only stick to you because of your status as a Firstborn Archdemon.' Luxen wanted to retort, but he pursed his lips and kept his mouth shut or else it might be Domina who might suffer from his mockery to Satan.

He avoided eye contact so that he could freely roll his eyes.

Who knew if his Uncle could still get it up?

Luxen wasn't interested to know.

The insults kept coming from his Uncle, and Luxen wished he was deaf.

He wanted to lash out at others, punching them in the face out of frustration and embarrassment.

Telling others he had endured them with grace was a gross understatement. 

Wait until his fellow Archdemons knew about the curse Aphrodite had placed on him which Luna was the only person who knew of. 

Luxen aggressively cleared his throat to make them stop because they had thoroughly enjoyed making fun of him.

"I have revealed the truth even if it might ruin my reputation in the Seven Circles. Now, I want to request my Domina's freedom from her rendezvous with the Grand Torturer soon, Uncle." Luxen kept his face blank, letting them know their ridicule didn't affect him at all, nor did it decrease his masculinity.

He just wanted to move things forward.

Luxen placed his palms in his chest, ready to take responsibility for all the blame, "As her husband, I don't want her to get hurt nor suffer in my expense. It is my---"