Hell’s Consort

The Archdemon of Lust glanced at two wild boars he had slaughtered and deposited at the entrance of the High Priestess' underground shelter.

It was either the High Priestess drew her runes outside her refuge in the middle of a blizzard, cut these butchered wild animals into pieces so that they would fit inside the shelter, or he could destroy the entrance so that he could drag the animal sacrifice inside fully intact.

Luxen decided to choose the last option so that the animal blood wouldn't be wasted.

That would be a shame.

Luxen didn't hesitate.

He raised his blazing hands, summoned Hellfire, and aimed it at the entrance.

The flames blasted the area, and it exploded into tiny fragments, precise and clean-cut.

There wasn't much of a mess.

The opening was a perfect circle, the snow instantly melting on its circumference.

Of course, when he carried the wild boars on his back without much effort, he was relieved to find out that their animal sacrifice would fit inside the estimated size of the crater.

'Convenient.' Luxen smirked, mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done, and praised himself for being so smart.

He slid and jumped towards the hole after he had dropped the boars inside the destroyed shelter.

The High Priestess mouth hung open before she shook her head and caught herself.

"I thought something happened." She pursed her lips and continued, "I was scared for a minute there I thought the Vampire King had caught us."

"We will not be captured, Domina. We will capture the Vampire King." The Archdemon smiled at the way the High Priestess stared at her in amazement rather than fear as she clutched her stomach protectively from the minor flare-up.

The High Priestess did not allow him to pleasure her, and he respected that.

The Archdemon of Lust would never force a mate to bond with him physically in an unsuitable moment.

Oh well, he could try other women in the meantime after this whole thing was done.

When it comes to the pleasures of the flesh, the Archdemon of Lust wasn't that discriminating.

He could find other women if her mate weren't quite ready.

It wouldn't be that delightful with the other women if he would compare fucking with his mate.

But, it was probably a wrong move to bond with a Virgin High Priestess who would choose the magical abilities she acquired from serving the Goddess instead of just asking her mate, preferably him, to ask for gifts of demon magic.

He couldn't comprehend that, but maybe, he could persuade the High Priestess to break her servitude with the Goddess of Dark Magic and the Underworld with his tongue.

The Archdemon could do magic with his tongue, and the High Priestess would scream with appreciation. He was looking forward to that.

But maybe, not now. Not yet.

He wouldn't mind impressing his young mate with his powers if they weren't so busy with whatever tasks she needed to accomplish.

If it were up to him to make the decision, Luxen would have grabbed her, bring her to Hell, and he wouldn't let her go. Unfortunately, that wasn't a part of his mate's plan.

The High Priestess jutted out her chin, pretending to be brave. "Let's do this."

After Luna helped Luxen hacked the thick neck of the two wild boars as they let its blood soak the ground completely, she walked over to stand next to Luxen.

Her fingers played nervously with her dress while the Archdemon of Lust silently scrutinized her appearance.

"I find that you are beautiful when you had turned into a Vampire." The Archdemon of Lust complimented her out-of-the-blue, and she almost cackled as if the atmosphere wasn't so serious and bloody because it didn't fit at all.

She wouldn't laugh and neither, would she surrender to the hunger she saw in those immortal silver eyes. "Nice try attempting to be a romantic, Luxen. Please stop because hearing those words coming from you gave me goosebumps."

That made his smile widen. "Are you not happy that I was alive?"

She was a lot glad.

Being with Luxen . . . oh, well, how bad could his blood taste?

It wasn't delicious and satisfying compared to Ravin's, but at least she could take his essence down.

That was what mattered most at the moment.

The Archdemon of Lust held his arm up to the glow lights encircling them, revealing scars that looked years old as he turned his back on her. "The Archdemon of Gluttony was getting stronger. He had sensed my presence in this Realm but I didn't know if he had figured out that the golden orbs I had sent him using your magic blood as my source, was a conduit to spy on his condition." His eyes searched hers. "Are you ready to call him now?"

"I didn't know if this will go well, Luxen," Luna whispered as her hands shook uncontrollably. "I had messed up with the Devil's Trap and drew the Sigil of Lucifer instead. That was the first time I tried, and I couldn't even get her spells right. I don't want to fail again."

Great, now she was feeling anxious.

The Archdemon must have sensed this, and he turned, walking towards her.

"You will fail a couple of times but you can't be better as a spell caster if you wouldn't try." Luxen arched an eyebrow, smirking. "Just don't think too much."

Luna swallowed hard as she manifested a dagger in her hand.

She shut her eyes, retrieved the grimoire hiding in her mind, and imagined herself fluttering its pages.

It was clear from the High Priestess's expression when she recognized the right runes to draw. "I think I found it."

Metallic silver eyes laughed at her. "Can you do it?"

The High Priestess nodded. "I think so."

"Don't be afraid." He murmured huskily as he stared deep into her emerald eyes. "You can turn to me if you messed up. Or life force is connected so let's just fail together."

He brushed his finger over her collarbone, and the sensation rocketed through her entire body.

That was sweet coming from the Archdemon of Lust.

But that wasn't reassuring at all.

"There was nothing worse than having two mates who were Archdemons, so, of course, there was nothing she should be afraid of, right?

Wrong.

She slapped his hand away from her. Luna didn't want him to get too comfortable, touching her whenever he wanted to.

"Let's get this over with."