Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter in Highest Tier (July 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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The second, Lilith took a step and crossed the threshold, Hecate's grimoire, resting on the table abruptly opened, as blood poured all over its pages.

Every fragile sheet inside the book fluttered from the strong gusts of wind from the terrace, emitting a blinding light.

The blood was as bright as a scarlet poppy.

It was a sticky dark red slime moving slowly as if it was an entity by itself as it continued to flow from the ancient grimoire's spine.

The consistency of the blood flow was enough to cause an alarming flood in their royal suite.

  An old page fell from Hecate's grimoire and landed softly on the bloody floor.

Apollyon bent over to pick it up as he squinted at it.

The leaf was brown and uneven as if it was burned around the edges.

At first, he thought it was a blank page but when he flipped it to check the other side,  he saw a message written in a bloody cursive.

His eyes scanned the words in silence so that Lilith wouldn't figure out what was written, 'This soul had a debt to pay by destroying me.'

Apollyon shifted his gaze from the paper to the creature who used his wife as a bodysuit and he couldn't help but smirk. 

Did he mean, Luna, or Lilith?

Luna yelled and clenched her fists in a panic. "Make it stop, Apollyon!" 

"I don't know how to." Apollyon glanced down and stayed still just in case it decided to target him.

The blood came out thick and strong as it crawled and slid on the velvet carpets, leaving brown stains all over them and mingling with the floor. "You should be able to since you are ordained as Hecate's priestess. The Goddess gave her grimoire to you yesterday."

  She willed him to do something about it when all  the blood gushing from Hecate's grimoire began trailing towards her,  "Would you just stand there and watch it consume me?"

'Yes, I think so.' Apollyon thought but he didn't say that out loud. 'I'm good.'

It wasn't like they could access each other's minds when they weren't mates in the first place.

"Let's just wait, wife. Maybe, Hecate's grimoire is trying to help you."  For some reason, the creature was dryer than expected despite its almost liquid form.  "Just wait and see what it would do. Stop running away. Just stay put and let it do its work." It slicked the ground and clotted in sickening speed the way it tried to heal an open wound."The Goddess of the Underworld will not harm you. Trust in her like you always do."

"I can't."  Luna's emerald eyes turned dull as if she finally gave up, asking for Apollyon to help.

"You can't or you don't?"  Her ivory skin paled even more if that was possible as if his query bothered her. Apollyon inclined his head at her, "You must have done something to anger the Goddess, wife."

He could hear loud and urgent footsteps from below as they scurried to the top of the stairs.

The sounds halted when they paused at the locked entrance to open their rented royal suite with their spare keys.

Without warning, their wooden doors burst open as the Summer Fae guards employed by the Innkeeper barged inside.

They glanced around the surroundings in their fighting stance, ready to subdue the threat but the thing was, there wasn't anyone around.

The two hired guards straightened their posture as their alert yet confused eyes settled on Hecate's grimoire which produced more blood as time went by. 

"What is happening here, Your Highness?"

Luna almost ran to the door.

Apollyon snapped a finger and the double doors immediately shut by magic, locking him and his wife as well as the guards who made the unfortunate error of rescuing the Monarchs from the Vampire Realm.

Desperate, Luna pulled the ornate door handles so hard she was close to detaching them from the door itself.

When that didn't work, she kicked and punched the door with all her might while screeching.

Yet, it was all for nought.

"The door is strong." Apollyon observed her coldly, rubbing his chin in contemplation, "I expected it to cave from my wife's onslaught."

"This room wasn't cold the best luxury suite in the Summer Courts for nothing, Your Highness." One guard informed him,  "But, the Empress had enough power to destroy the Vinca Inn's property if she kept this up."

"I can pay for whatever damages in case my wife did something," Apollyon said. Blood stuck to Luna's sandals up to her legs when it finally decided to reach her.  "But not tonight."

The sticky blood formed into a giant blob which was similar to Luna's height, wrapping around her like she was mummified by this faceless monster.

Her body was covered in this crimson gunk from head to toe, muffling her cries for help.

Apollyon's eyes bulged and he almost lost the ability to think.

  As the sound of heartbeat thrashing into his ears, he rushed to the threat to watch it closer.

He knew that it wasn't from this world.

Maybe, it came from the underworld who have lost their way, seeking out darker energy that they could find and feeding on something strong and real.

As his wife struggled to escape from the unknown monster, Apollyon only waited at the sidelines, trusting the Goddess to find a way to bring his Luna back.

After a few minutes of groaning as if the formless glop was trying to chew Luna, it released its hold on her.

Apollyon immediately grabbed his wife's forearm to whirl her around and face them.

The creature seeped into his wife's pale skin as if Luna's body was a sponge absorbing it herself… or was this creature possessing her? 

  It was the scariest thing to look at but what came next was even more shocking. 

"A—pol—lyon." Luna moaned as she heaved like she was about to vomit.

Something forced her mouth to open and Apollyon jerked his hand away when his eyes fell on her exposed tonsils. 

A spider was creeping out of her tonsils.