Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (September 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Too horrified to see the Archdemon of Lust in a battle with his wife's silhouette monsters up in the air, it was too late for Apollyon to realise that Princess Sapphire had lifted a hand and formed this golden ball of light which she appeared to derive from moonbeams.

It slowly grew large in her open palm, and his sister aimed it into his wife and the Archdemon of Lust.

It was too late to stop it that he could only gasp as he came alive from his frozen stature when a series of explosions followed. 

"Stop." Apollyon snarled as his large hand circled on her leg in reprimand, "We couldn't trace what they are doing with our eyes from all of these smoke, Princess Sapphire." 

Brows furrowed in confusion, Princess Sapphire slid from the werewolf's torso and aimed another bright orb above Luxen's head. This time, the only difference was that Apollyon could feel his sister's sincere intent not to harm Luna.. "You just explained to us that she was possessed by a demon."

Apollyon heard his wife's scream, and he hated the Archdemon's name on her lips—lips that only belonged to him. "Luxen!" 

Heart and mind racing, he was petrified at Luxen's presence in front of his beloved.

The Archdemon could choose to kill her if he wanted to, and the kn0wledge turned him into stone. 

For a few seconds, all he could think was how to kill him as revenge for what he had done to his wife. 

"Luna." When all of the ghosts under her control broke free from it due to Princess Sapphire's light shattering their forms, Luna fell from the sky, and Apollyon called out his wife's name as he ran to the summit of the cliff.

"Apollyon!" 

He didn't give himself time to feel fear for the sake of his wife and child.

He wasn't scared of heights, but he was more terrified of what Luna might have felt in that few milliseconds while she was suspended in the air, falling like a tiny leaf that had released its hold on the branch and drifting unto the ground.

The ghosts Luna had summoned had dispersed because of Princess Sapphire's Fae Magic, consisting of fire and light.

The Summer Princess might have inherited this from his father, the God of Fire, Hephaestus.

Her golden orbs were enough to ward off the lost souls in these mountains.

Even Luxen, the Archdemon of Lust, didn't see that coming.

Apollyon had already witnessed the spy master's abilities when her father attempted an abduction.

As he looked at the bottom of the cliff, which seemed like a chasm, Apollyon didn't think further as he stood at the edge of the precipice.

He jumped down and followed Luna as she fell into the void.

For a moment there, his vision went dark as if he was blindfolded, and that made him panic, thinking that it was either he had gone blind or he fainted out-of-the-blue.

It turned out that it was due to the clouds going thicker and darker as they neared the trees.

Then, suddenly, Apollyon felt wings of summer flames shoot out of his back.

From that moment, he recalled something important.

From the variety of books he got his hands on during his study of the Faerie Realms, Apollyon had read somewhere that every Fae Monarchs work hand in hand with witch doctors and nursemaids to conduct heavy Fae rituals around the highest cliff in their territories during the season their Kingdom represented every year.

This tradition was for the sole purpose of helping young Faeries acquire their set of wings while their parents, themselves, push them at the steep of the mountain, plunging their children to their deaths. 

It was a test of courage for the children of the Fae, which exempted no one whether it was a child of royal blood, aristocrat or commoner.

Children who participated in this test numerous times and still failed before they turned fifteen could either choose to become another slave for noble families inside the Faerie Realm or be exiled outside where they could genuinely belong—a Realm where a pair of wings wasn't a requirement to be respected and not treated as a laughingstock in the society.

Most of the time,  these young boys and girls will bid their parents goodbye before they are sent to the Human World or stay in the Realm where their bloodlines had closely descended from.

It was Fae's explanation as to the source of these children's abnormalities.

At least, he accomplished the challenge he unwittingly took part in flying colours.

Meanwhile, he found it ironic that he could still sense the hum of overprotective magic around these peaks as if it was safeguarded by Mother Nature herself.

However, it was heavily plagued by spirits.

Perhaps, the Summer Monarchs weren't oblivious at all when it came to human sacrifice?

With his fiery wings, Apollyon descended in the sky unhampered.

He discovered later that beating his new pair of Faerie wings at his will was taxing, and it threatened to overwhelm him.

It was indeed a problematic yet exhilarating experience--as if he was a young Fae who just learned how to fly. 

Knowing that he had wings all along and using them for the first time made him feel like he was on top of the world—free and ready to break the rules.

He was like an old man who had been reborn to rediscover youth and enthusiasm.

Who would have thought that a moment would come that he would be grateful for his heritage as one of the Summer Monarchs?

He couldn't believe that he owned Faerie wings despite living his identity as the Vampire King for a long time.

As Apollyon floated and soared through the sky, he quickly shifted his direction in a split second when he recalled that he was a dashing hero who had a damsel in distress to rescue.

With laser-like focus and determination, Apollyon swooped in fast, caught his wife in his arms and found them a safe landing. 

Surrounded by flowers under the sliver of the moon, Apollyon embraced her beloved wife as he consoled and reassured her that everything would be alright.