Hell’s Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (June 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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The explosion seared the air so strong that all the windows in the Ball Room shattered, ripping the Summer Faeries apart until they were nothing but charred flesh and specks of dust. 

Apollyon heard anguished cries from the crowd echoing through the Great Hall where she had transported Luna from.

When he turned his head to catch a glimpse of it, that place appeared like the floor had opened up to reveal a  small hell, burning the Summer Faeries who were trapped with the huge lick of cruel flames.

The marble floor remained firm, but the fire burned anything it could reach, especially the carpets, tapestries, and fabrics of gowns.

But Apollyon couldn't care less about the aristocrats and the Summer Monarchs because he only had a tunneled vision of the woman who was his wife.

Adrenaline rushed through his bloodstreams, making his muscles on his limbs all bunched up with paranoia.

The f*cking enemies almost had her, and he broke through the stranger's nullification field just on time. Apollyon knew the man was strong. But, Apollyon might have gotten stronger from the blood he drank from Luna.

He shouldn't forget that he was feeding on an Archdemon, and that should also be a possibility to turn him into one.

That was why it was easy for him to penetrate the doppelganger's defenses.

But with him drinking Luna's Archdemon blood.. will it make her Archdemon blood weak and diluted? Will his wife lose her powers in the long run for feeding on a Vampire?

God's blood!

  This wasn't the perfect time to think about that.

"Who was it, Luna?" Apollyon snarled after taking her to a safe location inside the ballroom away from the fire and the stained glass on the window shattering to the Summer Faeries from the force of the explosion.

His hand on her forearm tightened into a squeeze, but he loosened his grip when he remembered it was his wife.

He was hurting for something that was out of his control. 

Apollyon's wife might be a strong Archdemon who can handle his strength, but he still had to remember that her wife was pregnant—and whether she was pregnant with Leo or not—he must treat her like she was made of delicate china. 

Now, that didn't mean she was weak. 

His respect for her should drive her to treat her properly no matter what the situation or what his emotions were.

It wasn't her fault, so he should control his reaction and turn down any blaming, as well.

The enemies might find her easy to destroy her because she always got into trouble.

After all, she gets distracted sometimes.

It was his responsibility as a husband to cover her Vampire and Archdemon Empress' weak points.

This time, he repeated his question in a whisper.

"Who was it, wife?" Shaking his head, Apollyon realized it was the wrong question and hugged her tightly in the middle of the fire. "Are you alright?"

She replied in a soft, shaky voice as she "Yes."

Heartbeat racing, Apollyon unclenched his fists and pulled his precious wife towards him, and embraced her with utmost longing. 

"I—You f*cking scared me!" He cursed, not at her, but he did it to get this rage off his chest for almost losing her. "You aren't going to ever separate from me and dance with other gentlemen." He growled. "Do you understand?"

A few hours without her felt like forever.

He hated the short separation, but he only acquiesced to her wife's request to dance with other gentlemen to humor her since it appeared like she was tired of talking to him and seeing his face every day.

He also took this chance to find out if he can be interested physically with other women, dancing with them in proximity and touching their lower back. At the same time, they brought him closer, which shocked him at how desperate some thirsty noblewomen can be if they knew they were in the company of the King.

Did all of these women knew he was married, and the woman he was with from the moment they entered the Ball Room wasn't just a date, or where they were pretending to be blind like the Spring Princess did?

He had the urge to click his tongue and stare at this woman coldly in disapproval, but he contented himself with shrugs and pretending to be a bad conversationalist.

At that point, he wasn't even doing the mission Luna had given her about asking the women about his strange mother to gather some information. 

'At least, she was in his arms now and that was the most important thing.' He thought to himself, sighing with relief. 

"I just kept my eyes away from you for a few moments and this happened to you." The incident made Apollyon's baffling melancholy over his mother's sudden engagement cut off.

In a way, he was grateful to get out of that unfamiliar emotion but not to the expense of his wife getting stolen by a f*cking doppelganger!

Pursing his lips, he ground his teeth in ire as his gaze darted to the ensuing chaos of the Ball Room.

Apollyon's entire being turned more vigilant as he hugged her so tight she might find it hard to breathe.

Large hands wrapped around her small waists, Apollyon can't help it, but he fought the urge to squeeze the life out of her just because he let his fear get the best of him.  "I already expected that this would happen. Trouble seemed to find you even if we were at the Spring Courts. I knew it was inevitable."

"Apollyon." She sobbed as she buried her face in his chest just like what she did to the stranger. "i must be the most unfortunate person which existed in this whole Realm." Luna whimpered 

"Shh. Calm down, beloved." Apollyon whispered. He kissed her forehead and stroked his fingers on her long silver hair. "Don't cry anymore." 

'"What if your mother blamed me for this again?"