Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (September 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Any proof that your group came here to share Hecate's message and not some other creature who can shapeshift pretending to be her?" Queen Morgan averted her gaze and fixated on the cold condensation of clear glass in front of her instead.

Luna's smile tightened as she held back from speaking an insult when it was clear that Queen Morgan didn't believe Apollyon's explanation despite his best efforts.

Since her Archdemon Familiars weren't addressed in the discussion, not even once, the two Familiars proceeded to glide their quills on the papyrus, writing gibberish and drawing doodles of strange monsters in the slightly rough surface which Luna hoped was anything but demonic. 

"That shapeshifter would either be a Fae or a demon, Your Highness, but I'm sure we can determine a sense of wrongness if it was an impostor," Apollyon replied, rubbing the spot where his neck and shoulder had connected as if the muscles in there had gone stiff.

His response also made Luna tense.

Cold sweat trickled down her back, and she suppressed a shudder.

Her husband might as well admit that Ravin and Sloth, who morphed into the shape of two old men, might either be one of the Fair Folk or a Demon.

Since the Queen of the Fall Courts couldn't see past the glamour despite being given too many chances, her Familiars might as well proclaim their identities in front of the Council without having to open their mouth…but enough of that!

Still, Queen Morgan and her Cadre had no idea that Luna had the Mark of the Triple Moon Goddess on her chest.

After she forced them to drench themselves with the truth elixir, the Queen assigned them private rooms to change into, and maidservants to hand them dry knitted garments to wear as per the Autumn Queen's order.

They could choose to ask for a maidservant's assistance, but her husband convinced her that he would aid her in dressing up first and then she would assist him in his turn like they always used to do.

She had worn an off-the-shoulder salmon pink gown that fit her chest snugly and became looser at the stomach to accommodate her growing belly.

It was a perfect and lovely gown for a pregnant woman, which accommodated her fertile shape.

Apollyon's silk shirt he borrowed from the Autumn Courts was too small for his size, tightly stretching over his shoulders that might rip at the seams anytime if he moved too quickly.

It cemented her firm belief that Apollyon was a kind and attentive husband that every woman would kill to have.

To end this Council Meeting earlier than expected, she decided to shut Queen Morgan's suspicion down when she sensed Apollyon's rising ire stewing at the back of her mind.

Luna was determined to show them her tattoo and do her husband a favor.

"Luna. No." Apollyon growled as if he had divined her thoughts. "Don't even think about exposing yourself to—" 

"It's alright." She straightened her posture and settled a palm to the back on his large hand on the table to reassure him. "It's not like Autumn Faeries haven't seen a woman's chest before."

Luna waved a hand in dismissal, and this pissed her husband off.

He made the veins of his muscles flex when he fisted his hands.

"Luna—" He began in a carefully, controlled tone.

She cut her husband's protest by pulling down her bodice and exposing her cleavage to present Hecate's mark on her as proof of her servitude as the High Priestess.

"Wife!" He bellowed. "That's it."

Apollyon moved behind her so fast, her chair rolling behind them from the impact, and clutched her upper arms before it slid to her upper breasts, pulling the salmon pink bodice upwards. 

"That's enough." He admonished in a whisper. "I bet everyone had seen even your heart and soul after you flashed them."

Luna closed her eyes and exhaled a hopeless sigh. "I didn't show them any of my breasts… nor my tits, husband. Just the Mark of the Triple Moon Goddess on me." She corrected him as tingles swept up the back of her neck and across her face. "You don't have to almost fling the chair to the wall like what you did to the spider so that they don't have to see me." 

The Queen of the Fall Courts regarded her thoughtfully for a moment.

"I never expected you to do that in front of the Council, Empress." Queen Morgan commented as she leaned her elbow towards the table and propped her head with a hand.

Luna's stomach dropped, but she collected herself, met Queen Morgan's gaze, and lifted her chin haughtily, hiding her chagrin. 

"Please show that again, Empress," Jora said, looking so pleased with himself after uttering those deadly words. "I haven't seen it enough." 

Her eyes widened at Jora's audacity, but Apollyon should have ignored him when he was teasing them on purpose.

Jora was like a hound that could scent the instability of her husband's emotions at that instant. 

Apollyon's eyes protruded in anger as his deep baritone rumbled in his chest. "What did you say?" 

He ignored her husband completely and glanced up at her, "I said I haven't seen the Mark of the Triple Moon Goddess when I am seated next to her." Jora repeated and a sudden burst of energy prickled through her fingers. It was such an odd sensation, or maybe, it was her strong desire to throw the bastard out of the window, "I would like to see it again if your husband won't mind, Empress." 

"No."

"Apollyon." She raised a hand in the air, palms up, to alert him that she would take charge from that point.

"Let me." She pretended nonchalance as she gave Jora a long side-eye. "You will be the last person I will show the tattoo which the Goddess had bestowed on me, Fae." As she flipped her silver hair behind her back, Luna turned towards the Autumn Queen, "You have seen the Mark right, Queen Morgan?" She demanded through gritted teeth, "Do you believe me now? I didn't know if you know but I am the High Priestess of the Vampire Realm before I became the Vampire King's Empress."

"From what I know only virgins are allowed to become the High Priestess. And you are clearly pregnant, Empress." Queen Morgan's golden gaze flared, and she deliberately lowered her head to stare at her belly, "You can't carry a child and serve the Goddess as her High Priestess at the same time." 

"—but I did!" Luna strongly insisted. "After our wedding night…."

"—The night I took her virginity away—" Her husband interrupted her, and she almost forgot what she was about to tell them.

"Yes." Wincing, Luna interrupted Apollyon before he divulged too much information about that night and disturbed everyone with their bedroom knowledge, "Hecate had taken the gift of Underworld Magic she had bestowed upon me when I was her High Priestess only to return it to me afterward through this Mark of the Triple Moon Goddess."

Princess Sapphire stood up from her chair abruptly and said, "If you still didn't believe the Empress, Your Highness, I just want to ask if it ever cross your mind what a young princess from the Summer Courts is doing here."