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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Ravin couldn't bear to lose his mate again just when he and Luna became quite close, gaining an ounce of her trust. 

"I don't know what happened when I was there myself. Perhaps, the fledgling Archdemon couldn't take it anymore and had perished, sending herself to the Ninth Circles so she didn't have to deal with the other torture devices I can come up with." The way the bastard just shrugged it off made him want to beat him to a pulp.

"No. My mate was never weak." Grinding his teeth, he stalked towards the Grand Torturer until they were face-to-face and glowered at him.  "I know she can heal from those wounds. It might be slow due to the lack of nutrients when she refused my blood and the souls I caught for her every visit—"

"I told you in that letter that you aren't allowed to visit, didn't I?" When Ravin turned his head, his glassy eyes were cold and hard. "You have broken my rules."

"Do whatever you want, Uncle. I have every right to see my mate."

  Ravin returned his gaze to his target, who grunted, "And now you couldn't see her even if we turned the Nine Circles of Hell upside down."

"Whose motherf*cking fault is this?"  He got into his personal space and jabbed a finger at his chest, staring him down. "I know it is you, Grand Torturer. You must have done something."

He merely inclined his head and gave him a serene response. "It's not just something, Ravin. I have done everything to make her suffer as per Satan's request. The aftermath isn't something you can blame on me just so that you had a good reason to kill me from your grudges of what I did to you and the rest of the Archdemons. You know who I am. I am the Grand Torturer."

His occupied hand flexed on the whelp's stomach, and it let out a cornered growl. "If  it's not you, then who is responsible for this?!"

Rere must have sensed his rage as its clawed paw clung to his tunic. 

"No one. This is an accident no one could have prepared for. Not even me. The girl had proven herself to be  unpredictable." Satan said as he repeatedly banged the table loudly with his fist. "Who would have a thought that a fledgling Archdemon could escape her obsidian prison when I owned the most complex dungeons in the entire Hell. I took pride in its possession as the ruler of the Fifth Circle. Ravin,your mate had ruined my reputation to everyone in Hell, making me a disgrace!"

"Then, you better help me find her if you want to gain back that squeaky clean spotless reputation of yours." Ravin's tone dripped with sarcastic venom.

"The girl had a responsibility to set us free from Hell. She is chosen by the Demon King to become an Archdemon to become our savior but she vanished without warning. How dare she?" Satan scowled to no one in particular. "She became so powerful that the nullification barriers around my dungeons weren't triggered by the slightest invocation of Archdemon Magic? Impossible. Someone from the outside must have helped her escape."

"I saw her vanish in front of my eyes while I stepped on her back. Pushing her face to the mud." Ravin imagined the presence of other demons in the neighboring cells, screaming their heart out. Their large bloodshot eyes must have protruded that they almost detach from their sockets every time the Grand  Torturer was too bored. Sometimes, his uncle Satan suggested to pull a limb or two and watch them slowly regenerate while the victim and the instigator watch the whole process.

"The last thing I saw that night was she had broken into tiny fragments as it floated into the ethers."

"That night? What particular night? When did she disappear?"

"She disappeared from her prison cell yesterday. I saw her helplessly lying on the ground while I began to administer the daily whiplashes. She couldn't even move to fight back and make me stop which reinforced my idea that her escape was the work of an outsider." The Grand Torturer rubbed his chin as he stared at the point behind Ravin's head, deep in thought.  "I have never felt or seen her summon Archdemon Magic in that condition and technically, no demon should be able to."

"You are still a bastard!" Ravin snarled.

"Don't snarl at me, Ravin. I am only performing my duties as the Grand Torturer. There must be an interference I couldn't pick  up on."

"What if it was Vampire Realm?" Satan asked as he cradled his head in one hand, his elbow resting on his study.

Ravin stared him down for a few seconds. "What do you mean? How can the Vampire Realm have access to Archdemon Magic?"

"Who in our family of Archdemons you know are conjured in the Earthly Realm?"

"Archdemon of Envy." Ravin answered. "Lilith."

"Call Lilith here." Satan ordered, and Ravin didn't even notice the tiny imp standing at the corner he was talking to. "And tell her to bring your brother, Luxen, with her so that we can figure this out. There must be some kind of other  triggers we didn't know of."

"Uncle. We are perfectly aware of the trigger here. Who are you fooling around?" He moved slowly and deliberately to his uncle's study table and sat on one of the chairs across from him. "Isn't this the purpose of breaking the willpower of the a fledgling Archdemon? Luna might get stronger when it came to her fortitude to gain access to an unlimited power residing deep within an Archdemon, but you are also torturing her because it was easier to control and manipulate her when her mind becomes too broken.  You would want my mate to become your servant. To dedicate her immortal life to do your every bidding for the sake of the Demon Kind."

"Yes and like you, I will do everything in my power to bring her back to us."