Hell’s Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"You are one feisty lady."

Luna's head flinched back slightly as she squinted at him in confusion and ire.

Did Ravin say that?

"No, I am not acting feisty." Settling her palms on her knees as she sat primly on edge, Luna poured her hatred in this one icy glare.

She jutted her chin and demanded, "I want to go home to the Vampire Realm, where my husband is."

"I like respectable ladies who are feisty deep inside." Ravin smiled as he scanned her appalled face, descending to her neck and her exposed collarbone and chests.

"Women I am usually involved with before you knew their place right away when they stepped foot in my Castle." He added in a calm whisper, "In my bedroom, flat on their back with their legs spread."

Ravin's lips curved, and his smile lit up his golden eyes. "But for you, I will make an exception, Amare."

Luna spat, "Fuck you."

"I will accept that as a compliment." Smirking, Ravin gave her a half-shrug, "I know you want to."

Luna blinked at the sheer audacity of the Archdemon and replied, "No, thank you. I had enough of this."

"I'm your husband, Amare." He raised an eyebrow. "At least, I'm not an asshole like Luxen and turned you immobile for weeks."

She fought the urge to roll her eyes and cover her ears.

Once this conversation about 'I'm your husband.' started, this will never end.

  Luna decided to keep his mouth shut instead of arguing that Luxen and Ravin were all the same.

Did Ravin even have a distinct personality that was different from Luxen?

  These stupid conversations about husbands made her feel like she was going around in circles, listening to a broken record. 

Did Ravin even have the capacity to talk about anything else that was remotely interesting? 

  Luna shook her head in disapproval. "You are no different from him."

One minute Ravin was chilling at the farthest edge of the tub across her, the next second he was already in her face.

The Archdemon didn't even let her blink twice.

He wrapped one hand around her neck.

It wasn't tight to choke her to death but still hard enough to give human, bruises like a prized blue-purple collar. 

"I would appreciate it if Amare wouldn't lump me with the Archdemon of Lust." Ravin didn't do it in full force but just enough to force someone in submission. "I might not know the details, but as one of your husbands, I don't like what he had done to you in his Castle."

  Luna raised an eyebrow and winced, biting the inside of her cheek in annoyance as she clasped her hands on his wrists.

She pursed her lips and kept her head down, staring at the water in fascination.

It would be better to keep Ravin in the dark about what happened while she was in that state of paralysis.

It was because of the angel blade Luxen had smuggled from an angel, making Luna his target practice and the one he would give the angel blade to as a gift.

What a twisted Archdemon!

If Ravin found that out and tell others, she would be in trouble.

Ravin paused for a whole minute, probably staring at the crown of her head, pondering what to do next.

"You haven't asked me anything about what happened." Standing only inches from her, Ravin gripped her chin with his hand so that he could stare into her eyes.

He asked, "Do you remember anything while you were inside the White Lotus?"

There was nothing wrong with Luna's speech earlier, but when Ravin mentioned this Lotus, she suddenly struggled to find the right words. "W-white Lotus?"

"You were covered by the Armor of—"Ravin trailed off, hesitating whether to say something or not.

"Have you talked to an Archangel recently?" He asked with urgency in his tone, which made Luna's heartbeat pounding in her temples. 

"I—"

Eyebrows squishing together, Luna was about to respond when her body collapsed and sent her reeling.

She let out a high-pitched gasp and exhaled a groan when she knelt at the bottom of the tub, 

She was afraid that her bones had turned to jelly again.

Luna's eyes widened in shock when she realised she couldn't even lift a hand or tell Ravin where it hurt.

She had gone numb.

The Archdemon's attention shifted to her, supporting her weight.

Ravin wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, his brows wrinkling in concern.

He stroked her forehead gently snd the tenderness alone could make a girl get the wrong idea that an Archdemon cared. "Are you alright?"

"R-Ravin." Luna moaned his name as she swallowed hard. "It hurts. My head."

Luna closed her eyes when spots started to fill her vision, "It felt like it was splitting into two, Ravin."

She pleaded in shallow breaths. "Help me."

Cradling her in his arms, Luna sensed a slight panic in Ravin's voice as he caressed her face.

Ravin whispered, "Don't force it, Amare."

"I can't." Luna grimaced when her thought spun as she focused, pulling that hidden memory into the light.

She raised her voice in frustration. "I need to remember." 

Ravin tried to stay calm. "Don't be so stubborn."

The more she forced it, the more it felt like something squeezed her lungs. "I hate forgetting something important."

"Stop it, or you will perish." This time, her Archdemon husband sounded pissed off.

Running a shaky hand through his dark hair, Ravin gritted his teeth and urged, "Don't strain yourself."

Luna's heart stopped as she clawed into his shoulders.

She sobbed, "Ravin."

When Ravin sensed that Luna's shoulders had drooped as she relaxed her stiff muscles, he knew that she had finally given up uncovering her memories.

"Good girl. It's alright, Luna." He murmured in her ear as he kissed her forehead, "You will not be able to recover it yourself no matter how hard you try."

He tensed, offering her a sad shake in the head. "The Archangel had locked your memory."