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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Now that the reality of their situation had sunken in, the romantic atmosphere, to which Ravin could probably imagine invisible cherry blossom petals falling over the couple, were now replaced by impending doom.

He could see it in Archangel's grim countenance as if he already anticipated it.

Ravin remained at the Archangel's side to observe him further while they waited for Merle to come out of her tent after Uriel commanded her to get her belongings.

Maybe, the blue-winged Archangel carried the key to bring him back to the First Circle of Hell.

Nevertheless, Ravin was still unconcerned regarding his future since he had never heard of an Archdemon trapped in a mere memory of an ancient item before, not that he knew of it, and Ravin never intended to be the first.

Tapping his foot on the grass due to his impatience, Ravin scowled at the flap as he thought about scenarios why this Merle took too long in there.

He was tempted to rip the flap apart with his claws, or he could go straight in and intrude uninvited like the spirit he was since he was going to pass through anyway.

Ravin sighed with relief along with Archangel Uriel when the redhead, Merle, emerged from the entry wearing a shy smile when her gaze landed on her lover.

Every time Ravin see her flaming red hair and her golden eyes reflecting his own, it made his heart stop before it fluttered like a hummingbird.

He didn't understand why his stomach clenched with just the sight of her.

Hands on his back, the Archangel scanned the lady from head to toe before giving her an approving nod.

They were so smitten with each other that Ravin was tempted to roll his eyes. 

Perhaps, he was just churlish that his Amare wasn't as enamored of him as Merle did Uriel. This time, Merle had worn a long and dry tunic that was thicker than her sleeping garment earlier.

She was dragging a black drawstring sack on the ground containing--

"Did you count  if you have thirty fruits in there?"  Archangel Uriel approached her as he pulled the heavy bag from her grasp. 

Fruits?' Eyes wide with calm vigilance, Ravin straightened his spine, and all his muscles were tensed. 'What fruits?'

He wished to see what's inside the bag and what these fruits looked like, but nobody made a move to open it for him. 

Neither could he compel one of them to do it when Ravin didn't exist in this world! 

Was this what the Archangel mentioned about being the cure for the rampant demonic possessions in the Earthly Realm—the time when all the Nephilims were killed and turned into Archdemons?

Ravin heard about this before. 

His father, the Demon King, taught him about the History of the First Archdemons, who originated from Fallen Angels and Watchers. 

So, his consciousness was trapped during the time where Archdemons didn't exist yet.

It would be interesting to know if his father, King Lucifer, had tampered with the facts related to their Ancient History. 

History is like a story in a way, and it depended on who was telling it because it could either be the version of the past events which everybody could agree upon. 

"I already did, Uriel." Merle's reply was proud.

"Good." The Archangel said as he carried the drawstring bag in one elbow while he wrapped his free arm around her waist. "We must go now."

"Alright." She muttered as the hair on her arms lifted, quivering in fear.

Merle's elbows were pressed to the sides as she remained as still as a statue.

Ravin thought it was impossible that the lady could get any paler. "I'm ready."

Leaning forward, the Archangel chuckled as he tucked the crown of her head under her chin. "You are supposed to be holding unto me." His jaws brushed against her hair as he inhaled her scent. "Circle your arms around my neck, Merle."

  Like the obedient girl she was, she raised her arms and quickly locked her fingers together at the back of his neck. "I was afraid that I will choke you accidentally while we were flying. Do you think it will be alright?"

"Ridiculous." Archangel Uriel murmured. "If you only hang unto my shoulders, you might slip. You need to have something else to hold unto. I know you have waited for a chance to be close to me all day so it would be easy." Then, he added, "You can't tell the Highest God that I have forced you into this." 

Even Ravin snorted at that. 

Archangels weren't innocent as he thought he was.

The red-haired lady snorted at the same time he did. "You are getting cheeky, Archangel." She tilted her head and stared at him with huge golden irises. "What if I might turn out heavy?"

"No.  You are as light as a feather."

"How about this?" She asked in a husky whisper, "Is this fine?"

Merle raised her shapely legs to wrap around the Archangel's waist, latching unto him tight.

Breath catching in his throat, the Archangel swallowed hard from his lady's abrupt advances.

"Yes." The Archangel grunted as dark red colored his cheekbones. "Just don't press your lower belly  too much or I can't concentrate."

Merle loosened her legs as per the Archangel's request.

"Great."

The redhead wasn't that innocent as well.

Ravin watched Archangel Uriel's wings stretched in a wide into a hauntingly beautiful blue edged with gold.

The flap of his wings brought a strong gust of wind which almost made the lady's tent flutter from the ground.

The Archangel and the Fae rose without warning, soaring up into the dark purple sky.

Damn!

Ravin only had to blink twice, and the unlikely pair was already gone from his sight.

He had contemplated following them to whichever village Archangel Uriel shall bring Merle, the sole wearer of the blue feather necklace, but something in his gut told him that was the least of his concerns.

He needed to go where the Archangel Lucifer was.