Hell’s Consort

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (June 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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

Squinting at the group, Apollyon leaned forward to the banister to get a clearer view of what or who they were.

His vampire eyes can see clearly from the far horizon but his unconscious gesture was just to make sure she wasn't seeing things. 

One was a faerie and another was a werewolf.

His brows knitted in confusion as his scrutiny stalked trailed on their stealthy motions.

From the way they moved, he could tell that they were hiding something.

He briefly wondered if they were gathered towards the Hedge Maze Garden to keep themselves hidden from the rest of the Monarchs as they discussed what happened during Princess Ourania's engagement party.

Where they here to discuss how their plans have succeeded to ruin such a beautiful occasion by killing the Summer Aristocrats they abhorred as their heartless revenge… or would the three argue about their frustrations for failing to kill the Summer Princess and Knight when the two of them were the target from the very beginning?

  Apollyon hadn't noticed any werewolf-faerie duo yet while he and Luna have explored the Summer Courts.

Of course, the intruders were far from the center of the Hedge Maze Garden where the gazebo was located so he wasn't certain if he had seen it correctly.

Perhaps, he could safely assume that it was his half-sister, Princess Sapphire, and Xerxes.

Apollyon narrowed his eyes at the stranger they were with.

He couldn't pinpoint who and what it was when he had no faerie wings behind his back.

He waited patiently for them to shuffle their feet and move about in their position when the three of them paused at the small entrance of the estate.

He could perfectly see in the dark and the light the moon borrowed from the sun had helped, but the group was slightly covered by the trees situated around the lovely garden itself. 

The only thing he could do was to guess who they were based on the broken outline of their shapes.

He rubbed his chin in contemplation as he hummed to himself.

Those people were suspicious yet as evident as large red flags waving in the open field in broad daylight. His lips curved upward in a smirk.

Curiosity can kill the cat but in his case, his curiosity was a burning flame that kept him alive.

Well, he just had to be patient and find out.

Apollyon looked over his shoulder to check if his charming wife was still asleep and she was.

A slight snore was coming out of parted pink lips.

He took a few steps to reach her on the salmon mattress, fisted the soft, thin material of her turquoise skirts, and pulled them down to her ankles so that she wouldn't accidentally expose her legs if she shifted sleeping positions.

Next, he grabbed the coverlets and tucked her in properly, and enfold her pliant body up to her shoulders.

Their conversation about blankets from earlier crossed his mind like a lightning bolt.

He recalled that ever since his wife came back from Hell and her baby bump started to grow, her hip and stomach area were prone to coldness.

That was the sole reason why she hogged the blankets every time they fell asleep when Apollyon mentioned her habit as a complaint. 

Apollyon can't help but smile to himself because he found it adorable.

He stared at her face for a few seconds before he bent to kiss her forehead and gave her hair one last stroke. 

  That was how love should be supposed to be like—communicating each other's needs and having the other person fulfill them if they can as long as there was no force, condition behind it.

As much as possible, Apollyon should keep manipulation out in their relationship to keep it real.

He really valued these kinds of conversations they had, treating each moment like pearls and collecting them in his treasure box.

He appreciated that she trust him enough to voice out her needs and expected him to meet them. At least, she trusted him a lot even if he didn't trust Luna wholeheartedly especially if she dealt with another man in her vicinity.

Apollyon just reigned himself in and pretended he was alright with it.

If he kept it cool, there would be no unwarranted fights.

There was no need to worry because he was sure that Luna would never dare to cheat on him.

But he couldn't trust any males hanging around in her vicinity and what they were capable of.

Was he being unreasonable? 

He didn't care.

Apollyon was glad she told him.

Even if he can sometimes read Luna's mind and pull those thoughts out of thin air, it was a bit different if his wife would say the words straight to his face. 

"Sleep tight, beloved." He murmured in her sweet-scented skin. "I will be right back."

Apollyon snapped a finger and all of the golden orbs floating around the observatory vanished.

Luna's current source of light was only the moon.

It was for the better so that his glow lights wouldn't alert the enemies.

He also placed a solid black dome on the observatory made out of darker Fae Magic to keep his treasure hidden and to warn the intruders what a formidable magician he was.

It also served as a warning to those who sought to covet what belonged solely to him.

He teleported to the location near enough for him to see and hear them clearly with his vampire senses but far enough to detect his camouflage.

It was Princess Sapphire riding Xerxes in his werewolf form and she brought another person with them. The three of them paused at the small entrance of the Hedge Maze Garden.

Princess Sapphire had faced the small entry filled with climbing vines and flowering plants sitting on top of the arched arbor only to turn to face the stranger who followed them.