Hell’s Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (May 2021)

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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"The rain had stopped." The Archangel spoke, and his intense gaze did not leave the lady.

Ravin could tell from his cold blue eyes how much the Archangel longed for the woman despite feigning detachment.

He hated the look on the Archangel's face.

He didn't deserve the love and devotion twinkling in the red-haired Faerie's eyes.

Ravin scowled as he shifted from foot to foot, feeling disconcerted. Archangels weren't supposed to fall in love with creatures from the Material Realm.

It was against their Creator's Laws!

Even Archdemons knew about it!

What was he doing?

Was he ready to accept the consequences of turning into a Fallen Angel, or was he merely raising her hopes to get her undivided attention? 

Ravin wrinkled his nose.

This Archangel disgusted him. 'How could such a pure creature claiming to be a servant of God fool such a young, naive Faerie all the while pledging his piety to His Creator? 

He probably promised her the world when he couldn't give it.

Not loyalty.

Not devotion.

Nothing that would reciprocate the lady's feelings with the golden eyes similar to Ravin's.

These bastardly acts should only be reserved to Archdemons like him—fooling innocent women who fell for their rakish charm and devilish seduction.

Not this Archangel!

Wait a moment!

Why was he acting overprotective over this unknown lady in the memory?

Was he bothered because of their coincidental likeness?

"We should start your journey home." The Archangel said.

Ravin focused more on the sharp angles of the Archangel's features.

His form was similar to that of a creature from the Earthly Realm.

As an Archdemon, Ravin was familiar with the real horrific dispositions of archangels.

It was easier to distinguish them that way.

If the Archangels assumed a humanoid profile, Ravin found it hard to tell who was who, especially if he only saw them a few times and based on the description given to them by his fellow Archdemons.

They should recognize their enemies in every form so that they could defeat them.

Archdemons always practice the ability to slay an Angel with the sword of Hellfire in just a single glance.

"We?" There was an excited gleam in the woman's golden eyes, endearing her to him as she squeezed the Archangel's hands.

Ravin felt a strange flutter in his chest to see her happy, just like how he felt for his Amare when she was around. "Did I hear that correctly, Uriel? Are you coming with me to the village?" 

'Uriel?' Ravin blinked at the name.' Archangel?' 

Finally, someone spoke names!

It was an important piece of information. 

Archangel Uriel, huh?

The name was familiar, but Ravin hadn't seen that Archangel before in his whole existence.

Ravin was an old Archdemon trained under the best of the best—the First Turned Archdemon from the dawn of time, his father, the Demon King Lucifer, representing the Archdemon of Pride.

When he first learned Archdemon Magic, he was also under the tutelage of  Satan, the Archdemon of Wrath.

But why couldn't Ravin tell who this Archangel was?

Brows knitting in confusion, Ravin's mind only came up with a blank.

  Well, that shouldn't be a mystery.

It wasn't like these Archangels visit Hell like they were frequent guests.

No Archdemons knew each of them on a personal level. 

The red-haired lady exclaimed, jumping up and down like a child who had received a lot of gifts. "I'm so happy!"

"You should be." The Archangel smirked, pulling her to him into a tight embrace that made Ravin a bit jealous. "This would be the first time I am leaving this Garden."

"I am ecstatic!" She giggled as she bounced from foot to foot.

The stoic Archangel couldn't help but return a wide grin.

At least, he made an effort not to come across as an indifferent scoundrel in front of his lover.

"I couldn't wait for you to meet my family." The lady said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "I am  sure they would like you."

"Merle." Archangel Uriel murmured in her hair as he caressed her back. "I don't want to insult you but you are getting ahead of yourself."

  "I apologize," Merle replied. The baby hairs on her forehead floated in the gentle breeze as she glanced up at him. "Will the Highest God allow you to elope with me?"

The Highest God? 

Is he an Archangel eloping with a Fae?

"I  can't elope with you, Merle." '

'Good. Of course, His Creator wouldn't allow it!' Ravin scowled. 'This Merle should let that sink into her brain that she was dealing with an Archangel.'

  Ravin was certain that the red-haired girl's thoughts were in the clouds for pushing the impossible.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, but even the sound Ravin made didn't catch the Archangel and the Fae's attention.

  "It's not allowed but—"

"You have asked permission, then." Merle prompted as she watched him with a puppy-eyed look.

The Archangel paused for a few seconds as they stared into each other's eyes, utterly seduced. 

Clearing his throat, Archangel Uriel replied. "No, I didn't ask for permission."

Giving him a slow blink, Merle embraced the poor Archangel tighter. "So you are breaking rules for me?"

The lady was brilliant when it came to the art of seduction.

He couldn't stand a chance if he remained close to her in such close vicinity.

Archangel Uriel sighed a hopeless sigh and closed his eyes. It was either that or avert his gaze so that he wouldn't fall for the Fae's charm. "Merle,  I just want to keep you safe from harm. The necklace I have given you might repel the demons from your trails. Still, I don't trust the Fallen Angels from causing you harm once they got you alone."

It was clear that Archangel Uriel was too smitten. 

It wouldn't take long before he turned into a Fallen Archangel.

"You really love me, Uriel." Merle buried her face in his chest and murmured, "You make me happy."