Hell’s Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (May 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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When the song was about to hit its last crescendo before its melodies weave into the next, Luna pried her hands off Apollyon.

Still, his fingers curled unto hers, settling one hand back to his shoulder while he had the other in his grasp, interlocking their fingers. 

"We must separate now, Apollyon."  She reminded him with a gentle squeeze. 

Apollyon wore that wicked grin on his face as he hummed  'Mm-mm' as he shook his head in refusal.

His Prussian Blue eyes were on her, but it appeared like her husband wasn't listening to a single word. 

He still liked to play around with her when they had important matters to take care of?

"Hmm." Luna frowned and clicked her tongue in disapproval. 'It was time for a surprise attack so that he would let her go.'

"I love you, Apollyon." Luna blurted out of the blue to surprise her unsuspecting husband. 

Apollyon exhaled a sharp breath as he blinked in surprise, taken aback.

He didn't release Luna and pulled her even closer to his hard, masculine body as he emitted a strong and dangerous air around them, but to her, it was the opposite.

As he cocooned her into an embrace, his warmth brought a sense of protection.

The other thing was that the feel of the contours of his muscles evoked memories of passionate nights, which made her shudder in ecstasy.

"I didn't expect that you would tell me these words first, you clever minx." Apollyon bent down to touch her forehead against his and pressed the tip of his nose to hers.

Luna's eyes widened, and her racing heartbeat drummed in her chest from Apollyon's gesture.

The Vampire King never failed to jolt her awake with adrenaline as if his sweetness was an electric shock itself, lifting the hair of her nape.

Luna sighed a hopeless sigh as she closed her eyes.

It was a rarity to see her husband like this in the Vampire Realm.

Now that they were in the Summer Courts, she could see that Apollyon was more lighthearted… freer.

  Apollyon desired to play games with her that would incite passion.

She noticed that intimacy was essential for her husband. 

Maybe, it was just an excuse that he was an amorous mate.

Although Apollyon's muscles were all bunched up from the strain of his erection with no relief in sight, her husband appeared more peaceful and contented and his overall disposition--more relaxed than she had ever seen in him these past few weeks.

His jovial aura spilled like warm sunshine of the early morning after a rainy night while she strolled to riverside without knowing where it would end. Luna felt like she was as light as a dandelion seed, floating in the air, breathless, as she felt the heat radiating in her chest.

Perhaps, it was love.

How poetic!

It was his love for her that changed him, replacing those scowls of anger and frustration due to her past actions—of constantly hiding things from him.

Luna used to be scared of Apollyon's feelings for her—so afraid his love would shine a light to the deepest part of herself that she didn't want him to know, and neither did she want to pay attention to what it needed and craved.

His happiness was contagious that it wasn't hard to mirror his bright, playful countenance.

He became more attuned to her mind and heart.

It must be her pregnancy which improved their connection and brought them closer. 

Swallowing hard, Luna was so close to kissing him and sink her fangs into his bow-shaped lips when it was so near. But she resisted.

"I just noticed that I only said it a few times compared to you. I want you to know that." Her voice was shaky as she replied,  "I couldn't have imagined my life if you weren't right here with me. Now will  you let me go, my love?"

"One last song, please?" There was no hint of humour. He sounded serious and ready to go when the hand on her lower back pushed her against his erection. "I will miss you."

Apollyon knew what to say to prevent her from leaving.

At this moment, Luna was so close to screaming in frustration, but she held back and jerked her head backwards.

"Apollyon. I'm n-not going a-anywhere." Oh, dear! Now, she was stuttering like a nervous wreck.

Her laughter was shaky with need as she pushed him away from her. "We are just in the same room."

"Yes." "It's not just a room, beloved. It's a Hall." Wow! Her husband still had the nerve to be sarcastic about it. "I still have to keep my eye on you."

"You are incorrigible." She playfully slapped him in the shoulder.

"Ah." Apollyon groaned that she could almost make out his vampire fangs growing a little. "I want to bite you but I can't."

  This ancient vampire was too cute for his own good that her heart melted, especially when he began to assume the 'puppy-eye look' to persuade her into anything.

Instead of turning into a monster, eating and throwing people around in anger like a wild child in a temper tantrum like he used to.

Apollyon finally learned how to make someone his slave without doing all that.

Unfortunately, she was determined not to be his slave tonight.

Perhaps, on another day where she was in the mood.

Maybe, it was time to change the subject.

"About your mother--"

She felt the atmosphere grew colder when Apollyon warned her in a lethal tone. 'Don't speak, Luna. Think.'

Luna adjusted accordingly just in case Princess Sapphire's spies were around. 

'The paintings weren't there in her room when I peeked at the keyhole.' Luna mused.

'I remembered my grandparents talking about the paintings displayed in a hallway.' Apollyon replied. 'Maybe, it wasn't there. What else did you see? Your face was ashen when you told me that we must go.'

'Apollyon. I saw a harpy from the Underworld.'

'Underworld? What did Princess Ourania had to do with the Underworld?'

'I don't know.' Luna said. 'Do you know any harpy named Caelano?'