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's wasn't time yet but it's almost there. God just needed to notice and declare war against the one third of His own Angels in Heaven I have convinced to join the Angelic War while we join forces with the 'gregori' here on Earth." Lucifer promised. "We can't return to the Heavens for now so Earth would be ours. And then, if we successfully conquered this Realm, I will lead us to ascension in Heaven and raise my throne above the stars of God. I am the Most High."

Unfortunately for these fallen Archangels, Beelzebub and Lucifer were too smug to realize that a war with their Creator was futile.

To them, Losing wasn't a future possibility.

It was a pity, really, because, at that moment, only Ravin knew of these Archangels' fate.

They would turn into Fallen Angels, similar to the Watchers.

The good Archangels will capture all of them—both fallen angels, demons, and evil spirits— and sent them to Hell.

Unless someone from the Earthly Realm would attempt a conjuring through the sorcery, the 'gregori' have taught the creatures. 

"I saw it in his eyes  that he loved the Fae with him but not enough to be Fallen." Archangel Lucifer continued.

The other Archangel inclined his head at him and drawled. "How do you know that Archangel Uriel loved the Fae?"

"You see, Beelzebub? We, Archangels, were neutral when it come to the weak creatures in this world."

He nodded in agreement. "We are required to assume this detached care and sympathy to their day-to day affairs."

"I saw a myriad of emotions flashing across Uriel's face when we talked about his lady. Archangel Uriel watched the lady from afar with a hint of longing in his eyes and a lovestruck look in his face. It disgusted me at how easy my friend had broken from his character on being God's most trusted cherubim to guard his precious gardens." Lucifer replied calmly and half-shrugged. "I couldn't believe my fellow cherubim was too weak to handle a Fae who have stolen his heart."

Even when the Demon King used to be an Archangel, his father, Lucifer, never believed in love.

Archdemons never knew what love was because it was a weakness.

It was just a tool to gain power.

"Was that the things that would give a weak Archangel away?" Beelzebub asked the obvious. "Emotions?" 

As far as Ravin knew, Archangels don't show any particular emotions.

They chose to remain as neutral as possible, not driven by a strong urge to do something because they were driven by a certain cause.

Not even a sentiment.

They have a strong sense of justice and draw a clear boundary between what was right and wrong.

Even Archdemons like him were sometimes led by the emotions evoked on the seven deadly sins they represented.

Does emotion is what makes creatures wicked, goading them to do something they might regret later on?

Archangel Lucifer answered with a wicked smile. "I think this observation would be useful if we wish to sway other Archangels to turn over the dark side. We don't have to do anything. If we needed Archangel Uriel on our side, we could use his woman to  our advantage. As of now, he is none of our concern." He continued with utmost confidence. "As long as he was smitten with the girl, he would be easy to take down." 

"Two hundred Watchers have fallen because they have chosen to live their angelic post and abduct women for sexual pursuits. What had our brethren turned into?"

Shaking his head, Lucifer clicked his tongue in disappointment with his brethren. "I am beginning to question if they can be persuaded to a War against God if the 'gregori' operates on Lust. I am sure they have some grudge against the Creator when their Kind is being hunted one by one. God is unworthy to be the omniscient, omnipotent Creator and be looked above all else. It should be me."

Even in the past, the Demon King was determined to steal God's Throne, and he wasn't hiding the fact.

Ravin wondered if the rest of the Archangels were aware of the rebellion at this point.

"If the Creator represented justice and fairness, God should give his power equally to all his Angels instead of just giving it to the gods and goddesses beneath him. Why did he give the gods and goddesses freedom to do whatever they want while He suppress our existence under all these stupid rules?"

  "Exactly." Beelzebub agreed. "A Creator doesn't want to be eclipsed by his Creation so of course, he wouldn't allow anyone to share His throne in Heaven."

Ravin and Beelzebub shared similar thoughts. 

"Archangel Uriel had gone with His lady. Some Watchers actually learned to love these creatures? I can understand if they were just fooling around because they had nothing else to do on Earth. But actually loving these lower life forms? How pathetic." Lucifer held his hands loosely behind his back. "We all know the Creator had some trees which bore magical fruits. But only the Archangels tasked to protect these trees knew of its purpose. The Fallen Angels were looking for this garden but they couldn't locate discover it except for us who have descended from Heavens."

"We need to get rid of the Garden of the Four Seasons now. Archangel Uriel had allowed you to replace him as a Guardian for the time being." Beelzebub said. "The Fallen Watchers just figured out about its existence because some Archangels have kept the knowledge under wraps."

There was a mischievous glint in his eye as Lucifer walked closer to the escarpment, his sandals hovering on the very edge of the cliff. "The Fallen Angels would surely side with us for taking care of their offspring." He looked over his shoulder at Beelzebub and smiled, "It's time to burn this entire place  to the ground."

Lucifer fell at a fast rate, dropping like a rock as Ravin heard loud peals of laughter.

When Ravin peeked below, he saw Lucifer stretched his magnificent purple wings as he soared above God's Creation with blazing fire and smoke on the trees trailing after his wake.