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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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."

Like a shameless creep, Ravin dared not look away as the Fae with the moonlight skin reached out to the Archangel, her golden eyes flickered like a scorching amber flame.

Merle grabbed the Archangel's beautiful yet cold face in his hands as she tiptoed, pressing her lips to his. The Archangel—how dare he?— moved his hand from Merle's waist to her lush curves and traced the arch of her spin as they kissed.

Then, Archangel Uriel gripped her neck possessively before he cradled the back of her head, angling her face to his so that he could devour her mouth easily. 

The lady moaned in her throat, and Ravin had a short auditory hallucination of his Amare moaning for him in the Pleasure Room, which made his cock stood in attention.

Frozen in place, Ravin swallowed a groan.

This was so wrong on so many levels.

Why was he imagining doing things to his mate while he watched this couple feast on each other's lips?

Ravin quickly averted his gaze and took a step backward away from them, yet he stayed within earshot.

The Archangel and the Fae appeared so serene in each other's arms.

'Ravin mused. 'So this is what true love looks like.'

He even dared to raise and wave a hand in front of the Archangel's face just in case it could sense his spirit. 

There was no reaction from the powerful Archangel, confirming his early assumption that this was a memory from the Archangel's feather tied on the necklace he touched.

Their amorous kiss spoke volumes of passion, and Ravin can also see how vulnerable it made them—especially the Archangel.

It was the Archangel who turned his head first and pulled back his chest, heaving.

Archangel Uriel groaned as the woman's eyes held his, her pupils dilated.

"Don't mention anything about love again, Merle. It's dangerous for me." He growled, breathing hard. "I don't like repeating myself."

"Alright. Don't get mad." Her lips showed an honest smile as she uttered words of love. "I don't understand why you are so peevish with just a kiss."

His gaze lingered on her. "Because an Archangel like me isn't supposed to kiss you,  Merle."

Right. It was brave for an Archangel to do that in the presence of another Archangel looking in their direction as it stood on the plateau.

  Ravin knew that love between Archangel and a Fae would end badly, and Uriel was aware of it, and the innocent lady was going with his flow. 

All his thoughts stopped as if his heart had taken over them. 

The bitterness in his heart had grown faster than the weeds cropping up in this meadow after the rainfall.

Their love wasn't meant to last forever.

Maybe, it did, but it shall remain as a memory. Based on Ravin's observations, a lost love was a pain that would kill soft and slow, and it would be hard to survive.

This kind of love didn't exist anymore in this world—the kind that would span far longer than a lifetime. It would take a lot of courage, passion, and determination to walk into the light after living in the darkness.

Ravin will not stand a love so true because when it dies, it will leave a hole in his heart only to be filled with hatred and resentment.

This was the reason why he preferred to force a mate rather than pick someone himself. Archdemons weren't capable of love, so his Amare would be enough for him.

He only knew a powerful love—the type of love Ravin feared that should be caged because it was too dangerous.

  It might feel beautiful to them, but for him, it only offended him all the more, making Ravin uncomfortable.

The lovers shined so bright, emitting a brilliant light around them, which made him feel weak.

They showered such love and positivity, illuminating the shadowy caverns in his heart and driving the monsters away.

Ravin closed his eyes and shook his head. How dare this couple showed the promise of sweetness when it came to love?

  It was the kind of love that transcended time and worlds. 

Merle's golden eyes painted a picture of her emotions, whispering, "What about your responsibility as the guardian of this garden, Uriel?"

"Archangel Lucifer. " Archangel replied as if that explained everything. "He will take care of the Gardens of the Four Seasons while I am gone."

Archangel Lucifer?

Ravin's mouth fell open as he covered a hand over his mouth.

He was taken aback.

Was this the timeline where his Archdemon father used to be an Archangel?

He turned towards the Archangel with the purple wings standing at the escarpment.

Was it his father, the Demon King for real? 

"Can he be trusted?" Merle smiled shyly. "I don't see him anywhere."

"You don't have to see him, Merle." Alert, Archangel Uriel clenched his fists as he frowned. "I don't want you to be interested in other Archangel besides me."

"I am certain of you, Uriel." She smiled in reassurance. "I told you earlier that I choose you. No Archangel could even compel me to think other wise."

"We will be quick, Merle. I will carry you so that both of us could fly to the village."

"Would you leave me immediately when we get there, Uriel?" Her golden eyes were bright with concern.

Archangel Uriel raised a hand to tuck stray hair strands behind her ear and touched the blue feather tied at the cord of her necklace. "I will stay with you until all the Faeries in your village have taken a bite of the special fruit. I shall be by your side to regulate the cure of the demonic possession. Someone might steal it from your hands and abuse the power it holds, especially the Fallen Watchers."