Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (July 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"I will not allow you to turn me into your familiar, Amare." Ravin's curled demon wings beat faster, creating small windstorms inside the royal suite.

It sent the vases falling from the table in an ear-piercing crash while some of the lighter furniture was pushed to the wall tapestries.

With his arm wrapped around her,  Apollyon held her down and kept her feet to the ground so that she wouldn't fly outside as the curtains at the terrace did. 

Feeling like she was trapped in the eye of the storm, Luna's palms covered her face as her silver hair continued whipping her skin like it was self-inflicted punishment. 

"I will not be a contracted slave in this Material Plane." He declared in a loud booming voice as she heard him incessantly slam his large build against the barriers of the magic circle with a loud bang.

"You can't! I am your Archdemon husband." He grunted in between exertion. "How could you do this to me?"

From the force of his rage, which can drove him to violence, Luna wouldn't be surprised if the Archdemon of Gluttony would turn into a berserker if he desired to. 

Well, Luna wouldn't allow him. He can try, but she already has him under control. 

Fortunately, she already controlled them the first time she summoned these two and followed Apollyon's commands.

"I don't understand." Luna heard Sloth answer, but the steady nuance of his drawl made him think he wasn't doing anything.

Of course, she didn't have to see him know that the strange Archdemon was too lazy to do anything except watch Ravin go mad. 

"If you are the Archdemon of Sloth, I can clearly see the effects of sleep deprivation." Her husband commented, and Luna wasn't prepared for the insult.

Her lips curved in a smirk.

She couldn't believe her husband could be this petty.

The royal suite's atmosphere became as dark as night--if that was even more possible—despite the floating orbs around them.

Demons with human-like faces became fuller and more defined, portraying negative emotions and opening their mouth in a silent scream.

They appeared like white dancing masks moving in a frenzy around Ravin and Sloth.

"REEEEEEE~" Luna heard that familiar squeal which made her mind hunt through her memories as she figured out where and whom it should come from.

Yet, it was all in vain.

Giving up, Luna allowed her hand covering her face to slide down a little to squint back at the magic circle.

"Oh, goddess!" It felt like her beating heart stuck to her throat as her gaze fixed on the animal who had the size of a toddler peeking behind Ravin's back.

It was the baby dragon Sloth had given to her as a stupid marriage gift a week before the Grand Torturer picked her up and imprisoned her in Satan's dungeons.

Now the whelp's innocent eyes in the past sparkled with mischief.  "You even brought the whelp with you?"

Taken aback by Luna's question, Ravin paused from destroying the multi-layered barriers both Luna, and Apollyon made to secure the Archdemons inside the summoning field.

He looked over his shoulder for a second.

The whelp's mouth stretched, giving them a wide grin.

A flash of recollection mirrored in his eyes.

The gold in them was so bright they were twin stars when he returned his gaze towards Luna as it glittered with frustration.

His dark wings continued to flap behind him, but it wasn't that strong compared to before.

"Baphomet! I was supposed to return this to Sloth because I know you have no plans of coming back because of the Grand Torturer." He growled at her. "We were discussing your disappearance when you summoned us out of the blue."

  This is the  reason why I am here, Lune." Sloth tangled his fingers on the rich strands of his blond hair. "I guess you only intend to summon Archdemon of Gluttony?"

Luna refused to meet his blank gaze, but she admitted, "Yes."

"I'm disappointed." Sloth sighed. "I thought I was here so that you could keep your promises."

Then, he shook his head and clicked his tongue.

It was his judgment of the actions she chose, and that made her narrow her eyes at him in irritation. "Do not betray a trust."

"Oftentimes, the very advice given to others is not adhered to by the person giving it,"  Apollyon said as he watched Sloth's response to his honesty. "Archdemons do not behave with honesty and honor." 

Ravin gave her husband a half-shrug.

It was either the jab that had no effect on him or agreed to this universal truth.  "Everyone deserves a second chance."

Luna snorted. "Not everyone, Ravin." 

The Archdemon of Sloth frowned as he rubbed his chin in contemplation. "You are an Archdemon, too." 

  Luna chuckled. "Archdemons never played fair, Sloth, and you know it."

'An Archdemon tricking her fellow Archdemons shouldn't surprise  them when they were already known for it.'

When she regained her composure, she told the Archdemon of Sloth just in case he forgot their true nature. "I may be an Archdemon, but the Demon Kind can't force me to do anything I don't want to do. Not all Archdemons aren't capable of living by the very same standards you expect them to live by, Sloth. So let's not delude ourselves even further. You don't have any hold on me here. Because I'm going to own both of you." She will stand in direct opposition to hypocrisy, dishonesty, cruelty, and injustice and honor her personal truths. Luna wasn't stupid enough to release this abomination to the Material Realm without an eternal leash on each of their necks.  "I will not allow injustice or cruelty to the innocents if I set you free out here."

"Whatever promises my wife pledged to you, know that she wouldn't be obliged to do it when you become her familiar," Apollyon stated with a hint of icy control.

"Did you tell him what we have done in the Pleasure Room, Amare?"