Hell’s Consort

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THE HIGH PRIESTESS

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"Initium arte moras. Irritanda destinauit." Luna repeatedly muttered as her vision faded to the darkness, her mind disengaging from her soul for a moment.

"Amare." Luna panicked when she heard Ravin's voice as if it came from far, far away.

Luna was lying face down on the ground and the Archdemon of Gluttony pinned her underneath him. They have stacked at the centre of the Pentagram, their bodies tangled together and dusted with ice.

"Goddess, you're heavy, "Luna groaned as she wriggled viciously under him to escape the Pentagram.

How can she perform the exorcism if the spell caster was inside, trapped with the Archdemon?

Luna glanced over her shoulder and saw the Archdemon of Gluttony holding her by the back of her neck.

Ravin had materialized into thin air inside the Devil's Trap she created, and he fell on her back, his heavyweight crushing her.

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ARCHDEMON OF GLUTTONY

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Ravin considered his mate.

The High Priestess only wore a dirty gown which was so thin that it was easily torn, and she shivered from the cold.

Long hair tangled around a delicate face, the strands so silver that the smears of red visibly stood out, reminding him of his hunger.

There was a small flicker of his thirst for his mate's blood, abruptly blazing into an inferno, threatening to overwhelm his reason.

Ravin licked his lips in anticipation as they fought for dominion, the High Priestess never relinquishing her control as she kicked and thrashed about.

She attempted to crawl outside the Pentagram, but he dragged her back to the .centre

He pinned her down with his body and forcing the High Priestess to face him.

That blue in his eyes glittered fever bright, and the skin pulled taut over his cheekbones.

The Archdemon of Gluttony desired her blood.

Her entire being.

He needed to stake his claim over her.

Over and over again.

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THE HIGH PRIESTESS

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She and the Archdemon of Gluttony's dance had barely begun, but it held a promise so raw, so rich, her heart twisted inside her chest, almost afraid of the fury of it. Ravin smiled again, his forehead still touching hers, his wings arching over to shadow them in their private world.

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ARCHDEMON OF GLUTTONY

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Sweat ran from his bare chest and the rope-like muscles of his arms.

He was mentally exhausted and physical because of what happened back at the castle when he turned into a dragon, but his emotions were only growing darker, more powerful.

Dark circles marred the skin under her eyes as she wore a tight expression on her face. Her cheekbones were more hollowed than they should have been, not to mention terribly bruised and scratched but slowly healing themselves.

Her lips were red and chapped. Her eyes were ice-green, and in their depths, he saw a never-ending storm of pain--burdens no weak creature can carry.

He realized those eyes did not belong to a High Priestess.

They belonged to a demon's consort.

His.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the Archdemon of Lust, his blood brother from Hell.

Luxen had kidnapped his mate so that he can materialize in the Vampire Realm to wreak havoc.

This was his own Kingdom now.

Luxen had his Realm in Hell.

What else could he want?

As the embodiment of Lust, Luxen could not bed the same woman twice unless if it was foreplay, and so he seduced a new one every day if he felt like it.

The only disadvantage was that if he couldn't find a woman, he was reduced to doing crazy things.

Men and women who fucked with the Archdemon of Lust were always drunk with arousal as they passed them unto their next sexual encounter, not caring who slid between their legs.

He relaxed his clenched jaw, trying to relax against a new onslaught of aggression.

He didn't want the High Priestess near Luxen.

Ravin's nails lengthened farther, almost claws now.

Thinking of another Archdemon in his mare's vicinity always blackened his mood.

Punch a wall, Violence beckoned.

Destroy something. Hurt, kill.

He would have liked to obliterate anyone who had an audience with his High Priestess.

One by one.

Decapitate them, perhaps.

Rip out their blackened, decayed hearts.

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THE VAMPIRE KING

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Of course, the Blood Beast was purring now, the Vampire King thought with disgust.

The Vampire King gave the High Priestess a heated scowl.

He remembered the day the Blood Beast had possessed him so clearly.

The screams of the innocent in his ears, humans bleeding all around him, hurting, dying, the spirits having devoured their flesh in a rapturous frenzy.

Only when the Blood Beast had been shoved inside his body did he lose touch with reality.

There had been no sounds, no sights.

Just all-consuming darkness.

He had sworn to do whatever was necessary to control the spirit from then on, but it had been too late.

He hadn't regained his senses fully until the High Priestess changed everything.

The Blood Beast and the Vampire King became one.

Both of them were fully aware of the other's thoughts, feelings, and emotions.

He wanted to forget.

The High Priestess' breaths echoed in his ears as he locked both of her hands in his.

Before she could react violently, he pressed her lips to her neck.

Ravin breathed in deeply.

His body's response to her scent was like lightning against his skin.

His erection strained and pushed, begging to be free.

Ravin shifted around to adust his cock, making more room in his pants.

Kissing and licking her entire body was the goal, and he had a one-track mind.

He would have liked to drown in her, completely losing himself, without fearing his control would snap and cause him to wound her.

He couldn't wait to get her back to his bedroom alone.

Tiny flakes of ice fell from the sky and melted when it reached the Devil's Trap, water running in rivulets at the edges. 

The Archdemon of Gluttony shifted, her skirts pressing down against her legs as he knelt over her, his weight pressing her hips on the rough ground.