Hell’s Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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No one in the First Circle of Hell can answer her questions about the intruder.

When the Archdemon of Gluttony had furiously barged in his 'Pleasure Room' looking for him, not once did he address Luna at all.

He fired his interrogations at the demon servant instead of her.

Luna felt like air.

She had asked Ravin what was wrong, feigning her innocence, but he just pursed his lips and shook his head in response, telling her that she need not poke her nose to where it didn't belong.

Crossing her arms around her blanket-covered chest, Luna narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion.

Ravin was hiding something Luna didn't know.

Scowling at him, they had a petty argument, all of them she couldn't recall, but she was diverting the subject from anything related to the intruder.

The Archdemon gripped a metal sword in his hand and a Hell Fire torch on the other.

As Apollyon's wife, it was Luna's responsibility to keep him safe.

The last thing she saw in Ravin's face was his golden eyes losing their sparkle, and his expression was somber and shuttered as if he didn't want to speak of this anymore.

He exhaled a breath, dropped the tip of his sword to the ground, turned around, and shut the door.

Luna didn't understand Ravin's behavior.

Why didn't he ask her anything about the incident?

Perhaps, he must have expected her to lie to cover up the truth about Apollyon.

Did he know that her husband was the intruder?

Luna wasn't good at lying out-right, anyway.

Now that she knew that her dream was actually real, Luna sighed with relief. 

She had high hopes that it was her husband Apollyon who had come to save her in Hell, disappearing when he felt that Ravin was close to discovering them doing naughty stuff in his Pleasure Room. 

Apollyon must have shown himself to reassure her that he was there for her and would help her get out of Hell, biding his time and aligning his strategies for the upcoming rescue. 

Mayhap, Apollyon, was desperate to be inside her when he arrived because of how much he missed her.

It would be understandable!

Luna already knew from the start that her husband usually showed his love through physical intimacy, so it made sense that he would want to have sex right away, right? 

Frowning, Luna wasn't so sure about that.

If a person loved someone, wouldn't they ask about their well-being first before he/she demands to have sexual congress with his/her beloved?

The Apollyon she encountered had acted a little selfish.

She couldn't shake this strange feeling that maybe, it wasn't him.

Luna closed her eyes shake her head.

She must believe it was him for the sake of her sanity.

Luna wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she let someone other than her husband fuck her like that, pretending it was him all along.

Luna would rather die.

Right now, she had to behave submissively to Ravin so that she wouldn't raise any alarms while she waited for Apollyon to save her.

She had to trust that her husband will come in perfect timing.

The next morning, Ravin had finally given her clothes.

Raising an eyebrow, Luna found out later that the gown Ravin had handed over was intended for his enjoyment rather than comfort.

She couldn't drag the blanket around the Castle anymore, so she grudgingly wore it.

Nevertheless, she commended Ravin for figuring out that she couldn't remain naked forever, not if the Archdemon decided to lock her in the Pleasure Room.

When she watched her reflection in the mirror, she found a close-fitted coral gown that had a severely low-cut on her décolletage—just an inch from exposing her nipples--when she put them on.

A female imp who assisted with the dress placed a heavy orb-shaped crown on top of her head for a final touch.

It made her squirm in discomfort when Ravin's servants already acted like she was a real wife to their Archdemon Prince.

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It had been several days after the incident.

Ravin said he wanted to go on a rendezvous with her, and Luna agreed because she didn't want to be confined in a room like a prisoner.

The Archdemon of Gluttony had shown her around the First Circle of Hell just like how Luxen did before she was submerged underwater in the frozen lake, surrounded by sirens.

The stark difference between the two brothers was that Ravin had remained distant and gave her personal space, unlike Luxen, for which she was grateful.

One thing that stood out to Luna about Ravin's Kingdom was these vibrant flowers of baby blue, pink and purple, appearing like roses growing in the dry, hot wastelands.

These desert roses were pretty much visible around the Kingdom and can be found near oases.

  It was strange to know that an Archdemon knew his aesthetics despite his ruthlessness as a tyrant.

A person might think it was impossible to grow dazzling gardens in a desert, but everything is possible in Hell, depending on the Archdemon ruler's strength.

The state of a Kingdom in Hell relied heavily on the magic abilities of the Archdemon ruler.

If a strong Archdemon desired to rule a Kingdom in Hell, he had to challenge the current ruler and kill him, eat his heart and flesh, so that he could take his place—survival of the fittest.

  Ravin brought Luna outside his Castle's patio, giving her company.

Both of them took a seat under a gazebo,  facing the flower garden and the obsidian lake.

  Even if Ravin was quite brooding and serious at the moment, he was able to fill her mind up with the details after she went unconscious.

"My uncle and I arrived at the Second Circles of Hell only to find you eaten by a gigantic lotus," Ravin narrated. "Satan was there to punish you for using Archdemon Magic against Luxen, shooting him in the wing."

"Good for him." Luna shrugged with nonchalance. "Luxen deserved it."

"You will be punished for that."