Hell’s Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"I wonder what happened why he wanted you pregnant."

  Luna's pulse raced as the sound of heartbeat thrashed in her ears.

She gripped the edge of the canoe so hard that the ancient wood had cracked from the pressure of her fingers. "Pregnant?"

Their canoe had floated in the tranquil lake as the painfully vivid crimson skies slowly transmuted as dark as the wicked souls that flooded them, their shadowy claws creeping on the edge of their boat.

Sloth gracefully waved his hand.

More golden orbs showed up in the atmosphere when the darkness fell, similar to humungous fireflies, casting an orange glow on the murky waters of the lake.

They did a wondrous job scaring the monsters away.

Luna straightened her spine from the comfort of her cushions as she glanced up at the black sphere that loomed in the dusk, similar to the moon.

If she was in the Vampire Realm, this vision must indicate twilight in the Second Circle of Hell.

Luna interlocked her fingers together as she looked at the moon, hoping the goddess had heard her prayers.

The Underworld must be near the Second Circles so it wouldn't be possible for the Goddess Hecate to hear her wish to get back to the Vampire Realm.

  It was either that, or she will find a way to die, carrying this eternal shame and regret along with her, without including Apollyon.

She loved Apollyon, and she couldn't stand making him suffer along with her.

If it came to that, Luna would make the necessary sacrifice if that would make Apollyon's life bearable when she was gone. 

She had to get back to the Vampire Realm first.

Luna got distracted from her thoughts when the quilt that covered the baby dragon had moved as if something was shoving the fabric out of the basket.

Looking over her shoulder, Sloth turned his head back to stare at Luna, his green eyes sparkling and gleaming with excitement.

"The whelp is awake." Sloth stretched his hand, bringing the basket to his lap.

He made funny faces at the baby dragon, no, she just figured out that it was called a whelp.

He said with a wide grin. "We talked too much and almost forget about it."

As if on cue, the whelp opened its mouth and let out a small growl. "ree~."

"Anyway, Luxen's scent on your skin didn't dissipate because I could sense that he thoroughly rubbed his seed unto your body." Sloth explained as he continued to entertain the whelp, tickling its belly with his fingers. "Male demons do this to female demons they had claimed as their wife that was why it was called the Mark of the Beast." 

Sloth started to move at the edge of the canoe.

As if by magic, A wooden stick emerged from his palms, stretching into a long one.

Luna remembered it was the same wooden stick Sloth had used to poke her at his study when she was asleep.

"When Luxen had sexual congress with you when he morphed himself as the Vampire King, did he cum inside you or did he just pull out and spill it on your skin?" Sloth asked without looking at her, and Luna couldn't speak.

His attention wasn't on her, and that was fine.

She would prefer him not to look at her because it gave her the privacy she needed.

As she crossed her arms around in protection, Luna had never felt vulnerable.

She cradled her stomach as if she was in pain as dread coursed her veins.

Apollyon—the Archdemon of Lust--didn't pull out when they did it.

"Hm."  With a slight shake in the head, Sloth let out a bitter smile. "Based on your expression, I already knew the answer. "

Sloth snorted, clicking his tongue. "So, the Archdemon of Lust had clearly marked you of his essence."

"How careless of Luxen to do that!" Sloth said loudly as he cradled the whelp in his arms while he had the long, wooden stick in his grasp.

In turn, the animal had stared at him with stars in its green eyes as if he was its long lost mother.

Would her future baby vampire look at her like she was his/her world?

Sloth had started fishing for the wicked souls.

He placed the tip of his wooden stick into the murky waters, waiting for some stupid soul that would bite the bait. 

"There is a possibility that you will get pregnant if his scent on you wouldn't disappear in the next few weeks." Sloth casually stated as he focused on his task.

  "But Sloth…" Luna swallowed uncomfortably as her  mouth opened of its own accord, her tongue pushing slightly forward.

It felt like her excessive saliva was choking to death.

She was about to vomit for the second time, but she clenched her fists so hard that her claws had dug into her palms.

She wanted to tell Sloth of his predicament in hopes that he could help her.

Shaking her head, Luna said softly. "I'm already pregnant with the Vampire King's baby."

"What the—" Sloth raised his wooden stick from the waters, and this time, a long dark shadow was attached at the end of it.

This time, the Archdemon had narrowed his green eyes at her. "You are pregnant with---"

Luna replied in a quiet voice. "Luxen raped me while I was pregnant with Apollyon's baby."

"Who is this Apollo?" As the dark shadow Sloth had caught on his stick wriggled awkwardly, it untangled its mouth from the tip of the rod and jumped back to the murky lake.

Sloth turned his head towards the water, staring at his potential catch in a daze as it swam away.

It was too late.

The wicked soul hadn't stayed long enough for Sloth to feed it to the whelp.

Using that same stick, Sloth scratched his head in confusion while ignoring the whelp's cries.

Squinting at her with judgement, Sloth's jaw a hard line when he asked, "Did you also fornicate with the God of Light?"