Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (September 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Why did you bring them along with a little Fae princess and a rogue werewolf?" The Queen of the Fall Courts asked pointedly, appearing relaxed as she leaned one slender hand against the stone wall. Her tone might as well be as sharp as a blade. 

"Domina. I told you this was a bad idea, didn't I?" Ravin muttered under his breath.

As she turned her head towards him, she was surprised to see his mischievous grin plastered in his wrinkled face.

Was he pleased or pissed off? "You should know by now that our identity would be the first thing they would ask. It just doesn't make sense that we are here."

  It was also quite peculiar that his golden eyes matched the age and wisdom in his appearance.

Maybe, it was because he was an Ancient Archdemon who had seen it all. 

Luna initially ordered them to do this glamour as a punishment, but the Queen's fixation on how suspicious it was made her regret it. 

The Fall Queen heard that and addressed him, making Luna bite her nails in anxiety, "Who are you?" 

Sloth spoke out loud as he extended his arms in a grand gesture all of a sudden. "Let's get acquainted first, shall we, Your Highness?"  He cocked his head and gave her an expectant smile, "Do you want to play a game?"

"Sloth, what are you planning?"

Luna was about to leave Apollyon's side to advance towards the crazy Archdemon, but Apollyon pulled her back to him, urging her to stay in place.

He kept his smile hidden from the Fall Courts as he whispered in her ear, "It's kind of boring, answering questions while we stared at each other with distrust, don't you think?" 

"Apollyon." Luna whispered shouted.

'Leave everything to that old man, Luna. You have to make the lazy one feel useful.' Her beloved spoke in the mind-link. 'That would give him purpose as your Archdemon Familiar.'

"You asked us if we are human. Can't a Fae Queen tell if someone is using glamour or not?",  Sloth began, his dark green eyes twinkling, "I thought the Fair Folk are the masters of illusions and glamour. Now I would respectfully ask the question back to you, Your Highness." The Queen of the Fall Courts straightened her spine at his challenge, "Do you think I am human?"

The Autumn Queen's lips were pressed in a tight line as if she was deep in thought.

She stood by the archway with her royal pets and the curious autumn dryads and nymphs, throwing them curious glances during the exchange.

Suddenly, three Fae Sentinels had materialized behind the Queen, and she let out a short gasp when she saw them there when these men weren't there, to begin with. 

Luna held her breath when she met one sentinel in the eye and quickly averted her gaze.

Heart racing in apprehension, she snaked her arm around Apollyon for comfort.

Her husband didn't react to her squeezing his wrist, so maybe, those three didn't catch his attention yet when everyone was too focused on Sloth'sv riddle.

As her heartbeat slowed down, hundreds of thoughts raced through her mind.

She swore that the three weren't there in the first place.

Perhaps, their movements were too subtle for her to pick up, or maybe they were ghosts.

In that quick peek, Luna could recall that one Fae—who she stared at her calmly--had short, messy blond hair and gilded wings to match while the other Fae seemed older with long ginger hair and long facial beard. 

  Luna was unsure whether they were Faerie Sentinels like she thought they were since the fabric of their uniforms was neat and expensive to be worn by soldiers, and she didn't mean to sound judgmental with this observation.

They seemed like male Faeries whose skin would only recognize luxuries such as silk, velvet, and fur. 

Another thing was, those male Faeries wouldn't look like someone who would follow orders.

Their appearance told her the opposite. 

These men seemed to be the people who would utter commands aside from the Queen, that is.

Who were they if they didn't belong near the top of the hierarchy?

High-ranking officials?

Were they aristocrats?

Fall Monarchs?

Consorts?

What kind of individuals would be allowed to stand so close to the  Queen when the rest of her people had given her distance? 

From what Luna can understand from their movements, it appeared like the Fall Courts didn't see them as a threat, and that realization calmed her down.

  Not one weapon from the nymphs and dryads was aimed at them.

Her eyebrows squished together when she figured out that they weren't carrying swords, knives, or arrows similar to the Spring and Summer Militia.

She stole another glimpse from the unknown male Fae and found out that each of them clasped a long wooden rod.

This was the first time she had seen something like this, and she had no idea about its purpose—especially how it could protect them.

Can their wands channel immense magic from the Fae themselves to attack the enemy, or can they do other things?

Should she make Ravin and Sloth a bait so and quench her curiosity?

Nevertheless, the Fall Courts had lifted the portcullis with no intention of letting them inside.

No one, not even the Queen of the Fall Courts, dared to cross the threshold as she continued the conversation with them.

It was unfair that the Queen desired to know everything about them when she couldn't respect them enough to show her face. 

Luna's gaze examined how the structure of the gate and the front walls of their Kingdom.

There must be an invisible barrier at the gate that would prevent outsiders from entering by force like how Apollyon had done to the Vampire Realm.

Unfortunately, no one knew the magic word.

Like the Vampire Realm, Princess Sapphire had mentioned once that they keep to themselves. 

"How strange." The Queen of the Fall Courts finally answered with confidence, "Both of you are old humans but I can sense that the two of you would live longer than the rest of your Kind. I can attest to that but what made you think that  I would let the Vampire King, the Empress and the rest of you in my Courts this easily?"

"You see, Your Highness." Ravin smirked, "We are not humans."