Hell’s Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Luna's mouth opened to a silent scream, so afraid that this was just an illusion created by the Grand Torturer before it morphed into an insidious nightmare.

Swallowing the sour taste in her mouth, Luna's stomach rolled at the memories of the Morning Star's torment.

Luna shut her eyes tight, and her hands shook like a leaf as she slid her arms around his waist.

She fisted the fabric of his clothes as she buried her face around his chest.

As if sensing the anxiety closing in on her, Apollyon crooned, "You're safe now, my beloved wife."

His masculine scent was like a drug to her senses, and her fangs lengthened out of the blue.

Luna parted her lips to accommodate it, squirming in discomfort, but she had already bitten her lip, tasting blood.

After taking a whiff of his gruff, potent, and virile mate, Luna couldn't stifle out a small moan because of how good Apollyon smelled.

She was fully aware of her nipples protruding on her husband's chest, brushing against his tunic.

Her head was close to his ear, so he must have heard that.

Apollyon pulled back to see her face in concern, but Luna pressed her face just below his shoulder and locked her fingers together behind her husband's back so that he wouldn't move.

Luna could feel a flush of warmth creeping onto her cheeks.

She didn't want her husband to see how she was excited to jump his bones when she just arrived in this Realm. 

What would he think of her if he figured it out? 

Luna's brows furrowed in confusion.

Would she think of Luna as obsessed with him just like Lilith? 

Luna didn't want to be lumped into the kind of bitch Lilith was in all kinds of situations.

Apollyon's irresistible blood, the masculine sweat on his skin as well added with another hint of musk and lavender, made her feel safe and protected.

It was the most sensual thing she had come across in her entire existence.

Mayhap, it was the blood bond that made her feel like this.

Her husband's presence and smell calmed her down, reminding her of the here and now.

Luna was there with her husband and not in Hell with the Grand Torturer.

Apollyon was there right in front of her.

Luna squeezed her husband in longing.

He was real and not her imagination. 

When her knees gave out due to exhaustion, Luna leaned all of her weight unto her husband, and he caught her, hugging her waist as tight as he could so that she wouldn't fall.

"Wife."  Stroking the back of her long hair, Apollyon kissed her hair and whispered, "Thank you for returning to me." 

"Hold me closer, husband." Luna rested her cheek against his chest, her fangs digging inside her lower lip. "I'm afraid." 

It confused her why she would feel intense sexual attraction to her husband when it wasn't the right time to do that. 

"Don't worry. I wouldn't let go." He reassured her, and Luna could hear the relief in his voice. "We'll make it through this. " 

You need to know that we are a team. You will not do everything by yourself." Pulling her closer, Apollyon murmured in a husky drawl, "We will stay together. Do you understand?"

"I don't know what to do." Luna said, and her voice came out in a higher pitch than intended, "What if they would take me back and we couldn't do anything about it?"

"I want to keep you safe from the Archdemons if they decided to chase after you in this Realm or drag you to Hell again." Apollyon's voice was opposite to hers because it deepened into a baritone,

"I am no Archdemon, and I have no Archdemon Magic." Luna could hear Apollyon's heart hammering in her ear, "Should I become an Archdemon?"

"You don't need to." Luna winced at the fact. 

Shaking her head, Luna reminded her husband, "I am an Archdemon now, husband."

There was no need for her husband to suffer what she had experienced.

"I learned Archdemon Magic." Luna pulled back, stared into her husband's eyes, and said with conviction, "I will create my own Demon Legion to defeat them if they come for us."

"Things might become harder for us if you don't get rid of the Blood Bond with the Archdemons." Apollyon peered at her, "My head hurts, trying to figure out a strategy to destroy your soul tie in Hell, but I would never give up on you."

He whispered with a hooded gaze, "On us." 

"My soul tie had already been cut with the Archdemon of Lust."  Tears welled inside her eyes and slid down on her cheeks at Apollyon's promise, but she still tried to smile at her husband, telling him that piece of good news. "I only have to get rid of my blood bond with Ravin, and I will be free." 

It touched her heart, and her overwhelming love for her husband threatened to burst. 

She didn't even bother to wipe her tears away as they drowned in each other's gazes. 

Will Apollyon hate her for crying so much and compare her to that attention-seeking Archdemon of Envy who tried to steal her body, though?

Apollyon lifted his hand, wiping her tears a thousand times the moment she arrived in this Realm. "As your beloved husband, I just couldn't accept the truth that you have blood bonds with two other Archdemon males without my knowledge and my permission." 

Tucking the stray hair strands behind her ear, Apollyon calmly stared at her. "When I told you that you only belong to me, you must have laughed at me from behind my back while you were with your Archdemon husbands." 

A small sound came from her as she gasped. 

"Husband." Luna's eyes widened with shock because he had assumed the wrong things. "No!"

"I'm afraid that every time you fall asleep, you go with one of these Archdemons, and then when you wake up, you will act like I was the only one, pretending that everything was alright."