Hell’s Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (June 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Apollyon was tempted to lay beside her on the mattress and sleep with Luna until the sun came up, but he couldn't.

She was fast asleep an instant after he made her come.

Every time he stared at her porcelain white face with red rosy cheeks down to the smooth swell of her breasts, the more his hard body craved her. 

She was so innocent and vulnerable as she laid flat on her back while her hands rested on her stomach.

Thick silver strands fanned around her pillow, and the moonbeams shining on them made it look like they were made of white silk. 

At that time, they have no choice but to leave the observatory because it will be scorching hot in there, and it would burn their vampire skin.

He still had many things to do before he can rest with his wife, so he had no choice but to get up and fulfill them.

It was a husband's responsibility to keep his wife safe from harm. 

He had been careless at the Great Hall, too distracted by his mother's abrupt engagement party that he had ignored his impostor's presence beside Luna.

Apollyon thought that the impostor was embracing his wife at first glance.

His muscles quivered from his clenched fists at the thought.

He wanted to punch the balustrade, but that would destroy the Summer Court's observatory, but his wife might be disappointed.

It was a relief that she had noticed the difference quickly between him and the trickster when their eyes met, and she had clung to the impostor to prevent his escape. 

Her explanation had made sense and victoriously dispelled his fears.

If his wife made a mistake the second time at his mother's engagement party, such as not recognizing him as the impostor, then that would confirm that she didn't know him as her husband well enough at all.

  It was the manifestations of his worst fears coming to life.

It would fuck him up inside real bad, hurting him like the sharp claws of black rage raking in his chest.

In that millisecond when Apollyon witnessed Luna on Princess Ourania's side on the red carpet, daunting memories flashed across his mind as he imagined a repeat of such an unholy thing— his precious wife having sexual congress with the Archdemon as he dragged Luna back to Hell.

He would be powerless to stop Luxen unless Apollyon became an Archdemon.

Her wife might be an Archdemon, but despite her amazing display of powers after learning them in a short period, he doubted her capabilities to defend herself and win them all.

At least, that gave her the ability to walk wildfires.

  'Two was always better than one. '

Apollyon gripped the guard railing tight as he pressed his lips together in determination. 

He would figure out a way to be an Archdemon soon, and he would never give up on that dream. 

She told him that she was determined to figure out who he was behind his strong glamour, but she failed.

The impostor who, surprisingly, got his hands on the 'Hephaestus  Stone' dropped it to the ground on purpose, causing the eternal wildfire to wreak havoc on the Great Hall.

The culprit had done this so many times before at the turrets.

His wife's close encounter with this dangerous man can be evaded if she didn't request to dance with another male partner as she insisted!

If she had chosen to dance with him and no one else, Apollyon could have kept his eyes on her all the time, and that would have never happened!

He shook his head and sighed.

  It wasn't her fault that she was the impostor's target.

  He wasn't certain if the culprit had chosen her as a target randomly or…was it already planned for a long time?

Apollyon shouldn't be angry when the whole ordeal was done, but he abhorred feeling insecure and unstable.

But, there was no need to scold his wife like this or blame her for anything.

  It was pure torture to have those thoughts of betrayal when the impostor wasn't the Archdemon of Lust in the first place. 

'It was a Summer Fae who was just too good with his glamor,'  Apollyon told himself in reassurance. 'It was just a mere coincidence that  the Fae have used your form to  frame you up.'

  He had not forgiven that situation and never will, but he accepted her wife back. 

She had unwittingly cheated on him with the Archdemon of Lust in Hell after the bastard shifted to Apollyon's exact form!

He will never allow her any chances to do that again with another male.

She might think Apollyon have trusted her wholeheartedly despite the incident, but he never did.

His wife was adamant about her freedom, and Apollyon would provide that illusion as long as he can.

The metaphorical cage he created around her was still there, but it was a larger cage with more space than the previous one.

He would not let her escape him if she chose to leave him with any man.

It was mere negligence on his part that the trickster got a hold on her even for just a minute. 

  Nevertheless, it was an accident for a reason. 

He should keep his focus on his pregnant wife at all times and not somewhere else.

There was no point in beating himself up over it.

The only way was to do better.

He scrubbed a hand over his face in regret before his hands fell to the sides. 

He turned away from his sleeping beauty and walked to the edge of the parapet.

  Apollyon peered into the night of the wide expanse of the Hedge Maze, looking out for intruders before he surrounded it with nullification barriers to revoke any Fae Magic that would harm them.

He glowered at the shrubs as if finding faults unto the midnight blossoms glowing under the moonlight.

Something is moving from the corner of Apollyon's eye, and he turned his head in that direction.