Hell’s Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (June 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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If these weren't powerful aristocrats from the Summer Courts who were in danger right now, they should have perished from the first few minutes of their immolation.

Their strong Fae Magic has provided them with extreme tolerance to this scorching pressure of the flames.

But for how long will it last?

Luna bit her lip. 

  From the blood-curdling howls of screams of torment giving her ear-splitting headaches, Luna could tell how unbearable the pain had become to the Summer Faeries who were trapped in the wildfire.

She thought the caterwauls would permanently shatter her sensitive eardrums. 

'Goddess!' Luna surmised. 'This would never end not until she did something about it and rescue them.'

It was good that her husband quickly agreed to this another yet, stupid stunt of hers even if both of them already promised to each other that they should be discreet in the Summer Courts.

Apollyon had urged Luna not to show the ruling nobilities what she was capable of.

They might attempt to eliminate her if they deemed her too powerful.

Her husband was determined not to repeat what happened at the Ostara celebration where the Spring Militia hunted them like fugitives, and Apollyon setting the Prison House of Krinoniapolis was the last straw!

Her lips curved upward in a sardonic smile. In that case, Apollyon shouldn't worry too much.

Luna wouldn't be eating demons tonight, and neither will she allow her husband to kill aristocrats who would accuse her of setting the guests on fire nor question her ability to dance in a wildfire without burning.

They might discover that she might be an Archdemon like what the Spring Monarchs have initially thought.

  Apollyon was right.

She was the sole witness of the criminal who set the turrets on fire and burning the Faerie Sentinels to death, so the Summer Monarchs have no right to condemn her after she saved the rest of them.

Rather, he would isolate themselves than be betrayed by allies who never hesitated to spout lies and gossip just because of rejection and other nonsense.

All of the survivors were shouting so loud.

The huge blisters on their body made them fall on their knees as they burst into flames.

Their system can only process and tolerate so much pain before they stopped their loud, intense howling until it succumbed into this eerie silence.

At this point, their bodies have shut down from the immolation.

When the aristocrats thought they had no chance of escaping the fire, they stopped resisting the flames, wholeheartedly accepting their fate similar to the Faerie sentinels tasked to guard the turrets.

Luna hated that some of these powerful aristocrats had given up despite seeing her enter.

The clever fire had spread through objects and furniture without igniting any of them, but only moving from Fae to Fae.

The wildfire produced balls of flame attacking them in their vicinity until a creature got swallowed by it.

As the blaze intensified, the plumes of hot air became denser, and the smoke rose and spread across the ceiling, mixing with the dark clouds which produced the rainfall.

Some of the smoke had escaped from the shattered glass windows.

The doorways were locked due to King Oberon's orders after Apollyon suggested it to him. Apollyon's grandfather was the King of the Summer Realms.

He must have hated that moment where his grandson had something better in mind than him. 

Luna might not feel the burn as she moved around the blaze, but the hot noxious smoke made her hold her breath.

Navigating in this fire was like swimming underwater.

The flames surrounding her body changed color as she did so—from flaring orange then purple--as she stalked forward to the unconscious victims.

She was wrapped in a golden light growing brighter and brighter as she reached for the crumpled form of a gentleman and pushed him out of the fire. 

When Luna looked over her shoulder, she realized that the body on fire had sustained its own flame. 

Her heartbeat raced from the disturbing sight. 

The rest of them who were safe from the fire should figure out how to douse it without the fire transferring to another since the flame had a mind of its own.

It can jump from flesh to flesh!

'Please don't touch the victim or the flames might transfer through physical contact!' Luna warned as she projected it towards her husband. 'Smother the remaining flames with water if you can!'

Apollyon caught that inner monologue, and she heard his deep voice echoing through the walls of the Great Hall as he announced to everyone.

Her husband was so in tune with her mind.

He listened well and believed her words, no questions asked.

Luna appreciated his trust in her to solve the problem.

Everyone followed her husband's advice as they directed water from a separate rain cloud to extinguish the remaining flames on the victims' clothes until it cooled down the burn.

  Since it was clear that nothing—not even a strong rainfall--can put out the fire, she had to physically remove them herself in a desperate attempt after a quick second discernment if they were still dead or alive.

Some of the Faeries lying on the ground had lost consciousness after suffocation.

Luna pushed about fifteen people caught on the wildfire and left those who couldn't make it because their organs can no longer function from the damage.

Apollyon's help to produce rain that was as strong as the edge of the waterfall, producing thousands of gallons was enough to create a flood that can reach up to her waist.

The rain flood successfully extinguished the wildfire into a pit of glowing embers forming on the floor.

There it was!

Luna squinted at the red stone Apollyon's impostor dropped before this accident.

She didn't pick it up right away and waited for it to cool.

When she kicked it gently with her foot, it created a shower of sparks before it crumbled into charcoal.

Summer Aristocrats were dead because of just one cursed stone.