Hell’s Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"How promiscuous!" Sloth exclaimed as he started rocking the whelp gently to halt its screeches.

Glaring at him, Luna thought infuriatingly, 'Promiscuous?' 

'God of Light?' 

'Did he mistook Apollyon for Apollo?'

The more the Archdemon comforted the sobbing whelp by patting its rear gently, the more its cries pierced their ears until they bleed.

Luna sighed at how hopeless this conversation was.

Sloth's voice was already soft and calm before, and now, it got to the point where Luna couldn't hear what he said.

As if reading her mind, Sloth leaned his face closer and raised his voice so loud it scared the whelp into silence, "Now, I'm afraid I would be next in line!"

  'Sloth being next in line as in her future victim?'

She stared at him up and down before she massaged her temples. 

How many times did Luna have to repeat that she wasn't interested in anyone else?

The Archdemon of Sloths' assumptions deserved a kick in the nuts...or better yet, knock him out and put him back to sleep for eternity.

Luna didn't understand the Archdemon of Sloth, sometimes.

Whenever someone else talked to him about their stories, ideas, and other things that were in that person's mind, the Archdemon was slow, turtle slow, to understand as if his brain processing was flawed.

Explaining oneself to Sloth if one didn't have enough patience will have their brain cells commit mass suicide.

Sloth didn't have his priorities either.

The subject-at-hand had strayed to other stupid things that Luna couldn't keep up.

They were talking about the Vampire King's baby growing inside her.

'Luxen also planted his seed inside while she already had a baby.'

This was what she was trying to say, but did he follow through?

Now, the bastard had the nerve to talk about being promiscuous and making love to the Sun God? 

The only mysterious thing Luna had observed about Sloth was that he could explain his ideas adequately, and that was the only moment where he spat his ideas fast.

His train of different, nonsensical thoughts was so divergent that nobody will know what hit them when Sloth started connecting all the dots.

Luna had been experiencing this with him.

She had difficulty catching up that she didn't even know what emotions to feel with all the seemingly random stuff coming out of his mouth.

All of these things had a vital link with each other and will have the power to solve all of her problems if she just had to listen carefully.

She will gather all the patience in Hell to deal with the Archdemon of Sloth.

He must be living inside his head for too long since all his Archdemon life, Sloth was either sleeping, taking care of his beloved pets, talking to his servants once in a while, and poring over his collection of memories in his Library of Congress. 

Luna inhaled so deeply that her lungs almost burst from inflation, and then, she exhaled afterward.

She did this exercise a couple of times to keep calm, or else a vein in her neck would probably burst from frustration.

Honestly, a conversation with Sloth was like talking to a talking whelp.

"Sloth. Get over yourself." Luna ran a frustrated hand through her hair, gritting her teeth from all those negative emotions all rolling into one.

How many times did she have to prove herself today?

As she crossed her arms defensively, Luna scowled.

  "If you thought me promiscuous, then you are delusional."  She declared harshly, but he didn't seem fazed by it. "Apollyon is my husband in the Vampire Realm and not Apollo, the god of light!" 

Sloth blinked slowly.

When his eyebrows reached up to his hairline, Luna knew it had finally sunk into his brain.

"Oops, my bad!" Glancing from left to right, Sloth dropped his gaze quickly to the sniffing whelp, refusing to look at her. 

"So, Apollyon was the Vampire King." He nodded, murmuring, "Alright. Clear as crystal."

  "I thought you were somehow connected to the Greek Gods and Goddesses, Lune, that's why I thought you have made Apollo, the god of light, your husband." Sloth regarded her beneath his lashes, stealing a peak on her décolletage.

He pointed with his mouth, referring to the marks on her chest. "Those tiny, red triangles on your chest are a symbol of the Triple Moon Goddess." 

"The Triple Moon Goddess!"  There was a flutter in her stomach. "Isn't that Goddess Hecate?"

"The Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone were tattooed on your chest."

Luna glanced down at her sternum with narrowed eyes and her chin touching her collarbone.

She had to know what the Archdemon was talking about. 

"But why?" Gritting her teeth, Luna threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "I am not the High Priestess of Hecate any longer."

"Ah. She wants you in the Underworld." Sloth replied unexpectedly that Luna's eyes widened a little.

She stared back at him with wide eyes.

"It will be easier for her to know where you are and what you have been doing." Luna's brows knitted in confusion, but she let Sloth continue. "Mayhap, Hecate marked you so that it would be easier to communicate with you for some reason. Hecate had no control over Hell, you know?"

"She might want to recruit you as her spy against the Archdemon King." Sloth placed his long magic stick back to the murky waters after placing a tiny orb at the end of it as bait. "I noticed that the first paragon in the triad—the Maiden's waxing crescent—had vanished on the red triangle." 

"That meant you are not a maiden anymore." Sloth said. "You are pregnant, Lune."

Clenching her fists, Luna hated the pity in his gaze. "You have become a Mother even in a Goddess' eyes."

'Even the Goddess Hecate knew what she was up to.' Luna thought angrily.

"I am not ready to be a mother at this time, especially not a child from someone I hate with all my heart."  Luna spat. 

Fury churned in her gut. 

Her fury decreased bit by bit when she stared at the whelp, which had its eyes closed again, smiling as the gentle waves rocked their canoe.  "Hopefully, I wouldn't be pregnant with Luxen's child from that one terrible mistake."