Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (September 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Apollyon narrated Queen Morgan everything in front of everyone—well, not really everything—since he was smart enough to leave the important part that might put their group in danger, such as the fact that they were three Archdemons in the Council Room.

Would it be too late for them to figure that out when they were already given permission to enter the same premises?

Nevertheless, it would be better to keep that a secret. 

This mishap was proof that the Demon Kind was far more superior than the strongest and the devious of the Faeries that they can only consider fellow Archdemons who belonged to the Higher Hierarchies and Archangels as worthy opponents.

It really made her mind stew on the subject of the truth elixir because it considered her, Ravin, and Sloth pure—including her ruthless husband who had thousands of creatures who had died in his hands in one lifetime.

  Queen Morgan and her Cadre weren't aware of this and Luna wondered if they would ever will as she threw their countenance subtle glances.

Unfortunately, the only faces she could see were the people in her own group and Queen  Morgan's Cadre. But even Jora, Kotari, and Sylvain—who were supposed to be powerful Fae since they had taken the role as the Autumn Queen's protector --were oblivious to their true identities.

Luna's lips were pressed together in disappointment.

Will no one ever notice and just continue?

Well, it wasn't their loss so Luna must let it be. It was the Fall Courts' problem to deal with.

Not hers.  If they failed to notice who and what their allies are before they signed agreements, nobody can call it a betrayal as long as Ravin and Sloth behaved until then.

The Fall Courts wouldn't be able to change their minds. 

  The Queen and the hooded Council Members had half of their faces covered for some reason. Luna bit her lip, rested her forearms on the armrest, and leaned back on her plush chair.

Mysterious beings who cast shadows on their faces saw the need to shroud their identities in the dark to give cause fear and doubt to their enemies.

She smoothed and re-smoothed her clothing and pretended to brush the lint off it.

  It was an old tactic to establish dominance over the other party since it appeared to them that Luna and Apollyon were there desperate for an alliance from the Fall Courts.

Her hands briefly clenched on the wooden armrest.

It felt like the Fall Courts were going to betray them soon.

It would be worse than what the Spring and the Summer Courts had done to them when no Monarchs from those Courts had worn a mask or covered their faces except for King Gwythyr. But then, he was forced to reveal his true face as their time in her Summer Courts grew longer.

The Council's schemes would backfire on them later since their distrust had sown negativity on their future alliance, compelling her husband to withhold important information than necessary.

The Fall Courts didn't realize that they would receive the exact same energy they were putting out into the world. Mistrust will breed mistrust in the Council, itself.

  And, another thing. Luna tilted her head to the side and gave Jora a fierce look that could kill.

Hopefully, her half-a-minute eye daggers would do the job of relaying a death threat. 

If the bastard grazed the side of his hairy and muscular arm for the third time they sat beside each other on the table, she would straight up and elbow him so hard in the rib that it would poke a hole on his olive skin.

Yes, it was a brutal notion but Luna was under a lot of stress this past few days.

She wouldn't be surprised if she did follow through with her unspoken ultimatum.

This Fae, Jora, was even worse than her Archdemon Familiars.

She hadn't done anything to deserve this except for paying attention to the flowers at the corner!

  Jora had done it on purpose and she didn't know what his deal was.

  She crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance.

Why do the men in her vicinity love to play with their lives by testing the mood swings of a pregnant Archdemon possessed by an Archdemon?

Her husband noticed this and he was pissed off, as well.

This was the cause of their mental argument from earlier where Queen Morgan had led them at long-winded corridors.

  Frown lines still marred her forehead as she averted her gaze from Jora and returned to observe her husband, focusing on the subject at hand.

Thankfully, Apollyon hadn't caught her staring contest with one of the Queen's cadres since he was too busy explaining their mission to Queen Morgan the reason why all of them had gathered at the Council Room at that moment.

Her husband informed the Council that the Goddess of the Underworld had given them a mission to thwart a dark prophecy where Archdemons had managed to escape from Hell to rule the entirety of the Material Realm.

Apollyon left out the fact that it was actually Luna who initiated the prediction since Lilith—who was the Archdemon who summoned Luxen from Hell--had used her as a physical vessel and to counter that, Hecate made her summon two Archdemons and make them her Familiars to fight on the good side.

Her husband didn't tell Queen Morgan that specific detail to prevent the Fall Courts from turning her into a scapegoat.

The Faerie Courts were experts in finding people to blame based on her experience so far.

Apollyon admitted that Hecate had bestowed Princess Ourania clairvoyance when she agreed to become an oracle in the past only to fail because of her own greed and that they brought Princess Ourania's paintings with them when she used to be a seer and offered to show them to the members of the Council.

Her husband never faltered the whole time and he came in prepared.

If it was Luna who explained their circumstances to the Queen, she might make a grave mistake.

Apollyon was careful, only saying what Queen Morgan should know so that they can find the Tree of the Four Seasons.

That's all.

  Luna smiled proudly.

The Vampire King was the best.