Hell’s Consort

Who gave me three summoning pens? Lord, now I have to prepare a mass release.

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"How do we trigger Luna to make Lilith take over her physical vessel and push her back down when needed?" Ravin asked.

Luna lifted her head and straightened her posture.

Her half-hooded eyes were now awake and alert.

That question did catch her attention!

Despite Ravin's effort to make him go berserk, Apollyon kept his temper and his tone even as he sat, cross-legged, on  the blanket they laid out, "You are playing with fire with that proposition, Ravin." 

"Yes." The bastard saw no need to deny it. "Yet, the question here was... did I really want to help?" Even if the Archdemon was talking to Apollyon, his golden hawk-like gaze followed Luna's form, which made her glance down.

Every time he licked his lips, Luna swallowed hard and squirmed in discomfort.

Ravin didn't care at all whether her husband was there or not that she was starting to get suspicious.

"Being an Archdemon Familiar had its perks." As expected from an Archdemon. "Since the time that I have been summoned and bounded to Amare, I haven't gotten bored yet." There was a dramatic pause. "Except, the sex." 

So the bastard wasn't done yet? 

A low growl was heard in the air currents, and it made him wince.

Yes, that was Apollyon.

"That's really sad for an Archdemon, Ravin." Luna mockingly nodded in understanding. "No sex for you."

"I can see the Empress' erect nipples from here." Ravin began, and she let out a short gasp.

Luna glanced down at her chest with wide eyes before she crossed her arms over them.

For the first time tonight, she agreed with the Archdemon.

Drenched from the rain, her bloodstained blue dress turned into a lighter colour, thinner, exposing exposed her cleavage, her generous breasts, her rosy nipples.

Goddess, maybe Ravin had even seen her soul!

Ravin added in a honey-sweet seductive baritone. "I liked the way how the off-the-shoulder bodice exposes her elegant collarbones and pale shoulders." "Either way, no sex is acceptable since I get off on that idea alone." He waved his hand in dismissal. "Amare's blood will be enough as compensation."

  "I'm not sharing my wife with a slave, Archdemon."  Apollyon got up from the ground and moved to Luna to hide her from the Arhcdemon's sight.

Luna immediately opened their mental link just in case her husband would get the wrong idea again. 'Apollyon.  I'm yours. Please know that I am going to stick with you for the rest of my life.' How many times was she going to say this while the Archdemons were here in this Realm? 'Don't ever take Ravin seriously.'

'I'm so close to losing my shit every time he opened his mouth, but I can endure if you tell him to shut up. But, unfortunately, it would mean that I had lost. My pride as your husband is on the line here.' As he grabbed the hem of his tunic top, Apollyon rolled them up until his glorious abdominal muscles were exposed.

Her lips were parted as her eyes feasted on Apollyon's god-like physique.

His commands to raise her arms in the air so that she could wear his clothes were short and abrupt that Luna thought her husband was incensed that he didn't notice Ravin gawking at her chest.

Apollyon had already seen all of her. That must be why his mind had assumed everything was normal. 

'Husband. You have nothing to prove to me and everyone else. Stop this competition  you made on your own.' She continued to project her words unto him as she pulled the edge of Apollyon's tunic top to cover her baby bump and her thighs completely, 'Consider all of Ravin's words as ramblings of a crazy old man who was obsessed with a pregnant woman!'

A few seconds earlier, Apollyon eyebrows were knitted in a scowl.

She sent a silly image in their mental link, and the wrinkles on his forehead vanished.

He let out a dark chuckle which made her sigh in relief.

Apollyon returned to her side and sat down while Luna was muffled by how big his clothes were.

She inhaled deeply, loving the smell of the Vampire King's scent—dark forest and rain with a hint of lavender and woodsmoke--enveloping her in his tunic top as she tried to ignore the Fae General's blood on the front.

"What's funny?"

Stifling a laugh, Luna's reply was a sarcastic bite. "Nothing, Ravin. You really know how to push my husband's limits. Keep it up until it doesn't work anymore."

"If it doesn't work, that would be the moment where I replace him. If the Vampire King wouldn't get jealous, that meant he doesn't love you anymore." The Archdemon matched that with a sarcastic grin, yet Luna knew there was a grain of truth to something he had said. "We need to know what are Lilith's triggers in your physical vessel so that we can prepare ourselves and act accordingly." 

"We can't experiment on my beloved's life like that." Apollyon shot his suggestion down, followed by a cold, cold gaze. "We are not ready for the dire consequences that can follow."

Ravin shook his head. "How would we know that we can keep in the Archdemon of Envy in control if we don't  try?"

From his sober expression, Luna could tell he was dead serious.

"If we were indeed successful, how are we sure that my wife's soul can successfully acquire her body again after Lilith had pushed her back?"

"As I said, we would never know the answer unless we risk it." Ravin shrugged, "It was part of the thrill of not knowing."

"This isn't a game, Archdemon."

"Of course, this is a game." It was Ravin's turn to scowl. "There is something at stake here. You could either lose or win."

"You insist on asserting your role as my husband, Ravin, but you never cared about me." Luna snapped at him, "It's the truth."

Ravin's face turned to stone, but she still couldn't believe that he was offended by that.

He appeared hurt by her accusations, and it surprised her.