Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (September 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Chest heaving, Luna blinked back angry tears as she spat in his direction, "This is what you get for stepping your foot in this Realm after what you have done to me in Hell, you shameless, thick-skinned Archdemon!"

It appeared that Luxen never saw her as an enemy or her equal with this silly behavior—just mere speculation of hers. 

"Well, you are not supposed to know I am here."  Luxen might have kept his head down, but she swore she could hear him smirk, "I guess the secret is out." 

Shoulders pushing back, Luna planted her feet in a wide stance as she got ready to drive the blade on his skull, "What did Lilith want  you to do?" 

He chuckled darkly, "Why would I tell you?"

Caught off guard, Luxen disappeared from his kneeling position on the ground, and her psychic sense had already perceived him standing behind her before she turned around and pounced.

Muscles filling with tension, she slipped in close and attacked him with her Archdmemon blade a few more times until he finally had enough..

She saw the perfect blade suddenly materialized in his hand. 

Even in the moonlit night, she could see the ancient demonic language carved on the fuller on his sword when the moonbeam shone upon the broad silvery metal.

Black and red electric sparks wrapped around the weapon. It was forged from the power of evil—a conduit of black magic derived from the wielder himself— with the Archdemon of Lust as the rightful owner.

His wicked intentions alone were enough to sustain its magic.

On the other hand, Lilith's Archdemon blade was formed from her fury of all things Luxen's weapon represented—greed, selfishness, and the vanity of this egotistical, obsessed, and power-mongering Archemon Prince from Hell!

Results were the most important thing.

She crouched solidly in readiness.

Luxen was her conquest, and she wouldn't give up until she triumphed over him. 

Luna's knife was razor-sharp, but Luxen's sword was powerful when she swung it at her.

The length of his weapon offered a longer reach than her blade, giving her a huge disadvantage in the fight.

The Archdemon was supposed to hit her with all his might when she couldn't, but why was he allowing her to cross the distance and strike him?

Her chest felt tight, and she ignored the sensation since she couldn't afford to be distracted.

Raising his sword from his shoulder, Luxen attempted to cut her with it, but it was too slow for some reason.

The Archdemon had missed a beat, and his body language was too open.

What was he doing?

Her brow furrowed in confusion.

Did he want her to kill him?

Did he actually think that she would never inflict damage on him or had enough skill to destroy him?

Her countenance scrunched up in annoyance, but she released her facial muscles, trying to regain calmness.

It would be impossible for her to get in and out without getting hit, even if she was strong and skilled with her weapon.

Maybe, it was true that he wasn't on guard, and he never saw her as a  threat.

This battle might as well have been a stalemate.

As her fist tightened on the blade, Luxen had tried to disarm her a couple of times, but she didn't allow her Archdemon blade to come close within his grasp.

Luna shut off his attack by shifting her blade horizontally, effectively catching his blade, with her other palm as support.

Lips curling in irritation, Luna absorbed the shocking blow but noticed that the force he was using wasn't enough to cut her into two.

Pushing it upward, she moved it out of the way in a jump and landed another kick before she moved to stab him again.

Luxen was able to anticipate the movement of her blade and the angle of her thrust, so he moved his sword across his body and displaced her thrust.

He covered himself and intercepted her blade, and at the same time but he chose to withdraw from her space abruptly and flew backward.

The Archdemon of Lust stayed out of reach, and it was unfortunate that Luna had no Archdemon wings to use in this vampire form of hers.

As she narrowed her eyes, Luna noticed that he was trying hard not to hurt her by being sneaky with his sword and movements, focusing more on defending himself aggressively while she attacked him.

At this point, Luna was worn down, but Luxen's breathing was still calm.

It didn't bother him that he had taken a few cuts, kicks, and two fatal stabs, even if it took him longer to heal because of her Archdremon blade.

He put his sword down and didn't attempt to kill her. 

"You are getting quicker and more dangerous but I'm not using even a minuscule of my strength because I don't want to hurt you." Luxen said in a steady, lower-pitched voice  as he watched her with an alert gaze, "You know I only value pregnant women who carry my seed."

  "Damn you, Luxen." She spoke through her teeth with forced restraint, "I don't carry your seed. You and Lilith never learned how to stop deluding yourself." 

Her last-ditch was to throw the dagger at his forehead to wound him.

The Archdemon of Lust raised kept his sword close to his face in the blink of an eye, and it merely bounced back and fell to a dark abyss.

Not giving up, she wanted to run and chase him in the wind, but she couldn't fly unless she manipulated the evil spirits flying around them.

Luna didn't remember calling these lost souls, so the Archdemon of Envy was her only culprit.

She might as well use these creatures right now before they decided to return to where they came from and keep themselves hidden somewhere until another Archdemon awakened them. 

When Luna summoned more evil spirits hiding in the mountains, she wasn't surprised when Luxen summoned his own army of ghosts.