Hell’s Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Ravin had walked with them to the obsidian lake as they passed through the well-hidden gates at the back of the garden.

The imp followed the three of them, as well, because Ravin had tasked her to watch over Luna and serve her when she needed assistance.

The imp had demon wings that fluttered like a hummingbird so it could quickly fly to safety.

Luna and Sloth were going to fish for wicked souls.

Until now, Sloth still insisted Luna ate just even one soul as a dare to which she had politely refused.

  In her thoughts, Luna was actually considering it so much.

The moment they arrived at the lake, Luna will need a little bit of persuasion from him.

Sloth observed her with a shrewd gaze, knowing she was close to giving in because he hadn't kept his mouth shut about how good it tastes mostly to Archdemons.

Ravin was quiet, listening to their nonsensical banters, and so far, Ravin hadn't pressured her to do it which was strange. 

What would happen to her if she ate a soul?

Will it make an Archdemon stronger?

Will Luna's soul be corrupted from how wicked the soul was? Luna mused. 'You are what you eat, after all.' 

She needed to take a risk and try things she hated the most if that would help Luna prepare with her punishment with the Grand Torturer.

Walking ahead of them was the imp, who guided them towards a wide zigzag path to the obsidian lake.

They had to take a long walk up and down a system of barchans--crescent-shaped dunes. 

Both Archdemons take turns catching her whenever her ankle boots dug into the precarious sand, and Luna appreciated them for their chivalry.

Luna was positioned between Sloth and Ravin, standing out like a sore peach thumb. 

Her eyes darted around the Shadow Demon Knights in the desert, bowing their heads in respect for the Archdemon Princes.

Sloth and Ravin's gaze had flitted at the demons with glowing red eyes for a second before they forged ahead.

The four of them went past the Shadow Demons without a spectacle, and Luna sighed with relief.

She still had this unconscious belief that even as a fledgeling Archdemon, Luna will never belong in Hell.

It would be a matter of time before Luna would meet gutsy Archdemons and Low-Ranked Demons.

They would kill her without remorse, eat her heart and soul and claim her Archdemon Magic as their own. 

She would not survive.

The Battle Royale will be held after the fledgelings had accomplished their training with the Master.

After preparing the fledgelings for this tournament, full-fledged Archdemons would do everything to win against all odds, defeat an Archdemon Ruler and take over a Kingdom in Hell. 

This was the epitome of entertainment for the Archdemon Royalties.

  It will be the end of her if she couldn't learn how to fly, learn how to protect herself and train under Satan to wield this Archdemon magic.

In addition to that, the Archdemon King had tasked her to learn how to create portals.

She was the only one who could do it because she still had a connection to the Vampire Realms.

Luna will not be able to rely on Ravin forever, and no Archdemon help her of her predicament.

She was all alone with nothing but herself to rely on—for now.

Clenching her fists, Luna told herself over and over. 'Apollyon's soul had come to in Hell to get her back.' 

She will trust that it was Apollyon who visited her, making sure she was alright before he could set his plans into motion.

Not even the Archdemon of Gluttony could change her mind about it.

Luna refused to believe Ravin's manipulations, suggesting that Luxen shifted his form into her husband.

Scowling, Luna pressed her lips together. 'That's bullshit.'

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If she had eyes at the back of her head, Luna knew these demons were checking her out boldly as they swarm in groups, boring their creepy large eyes unto her form.

They would found out her possible weaknesses and prepare for an attack.

Crossing her arms over her chest tightly, Luna needed to get away from them and hide. 

Luna didn't notice that she had walked at a quick erratic pace, leaving Sloth and Ravin behind.

Luna screamed when a hand clasped on her elbow.

Heart racing, the adrenaline rushing through her bloodstreams threatened to overwhelm her.

Her muscles were still tense when she turned around and realized it was Ravin.

Suddenly, Ravin took off the fox-fur doublet he wore and gave it to Luna without saying anything.

Squinting at him as she took it from his hand, Luna accepted it in a hurry, putting it on to cover her décolletage.

It led her to the conclusion that the Archdemon of Gluttony didn't wish for anyone to see her breasts if there were other men around them.

Sloth also removed his pristine white cloak, settling it over her head to cover her.

Grabbing her arm, Ravin pulled her closer and placed a hand around her shoulders, shielding her from the demons.

Her knees almost buckled with relief, making her legs wobbly as she walked, faltering.

Luna felt like a dwarf as she and Ravin trekked side-by-side, disliking the fact that Ravin had once again taken liberties of touching her without permission.

Sighing, she let him be as long as he was protecting him from his Legion's lascivious gazes. 

By the time they arrived at the lake's shore, Luna's feet were sore and aching.

The low-ranked demons guarding the other side of the Obsidian Lake eyed them with open interest. 

When they saw the two Archdemon Princes with Luna, they bowed their heads for half –a –minute before they scrammed out of sight similar to the nocturnal creatures do when the sun rose.

Luna guessed that Ravin had commanded the Legion to privacy with his mind.

The lake filled her ears with the sounds of water hitting the shore, and when she looked back, Ravin's castle had faded from the distance.