Hell’s Consort

[edited this and the last chapter. I forgot to explain who Sir Tristan was and Queen Morgan's past. So please refresh and read because it is important.]

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (September 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Jora was the newest addition to the Cadre, replacing Tristan." Queen Morgan paused as her gaze seared right past her frown before it settled to the Fae right next to him. 

It seemed like he was Queen Morgan's favourite of the three, talking about him fondly as if she was her son who was close to her heart or worse than that, the Fae was treated like one of her prized collections. "He is quite a young Fae in terms of immortality and that is why he is more playful compared to Arial and Sylvain—-" 

"—and a true ladies' man as well." Sylvain finished before his muscular hand lifted his dainty teacup from the table and took a sip of the blue liquid. "All ladies except Queen Morgan are careful when he is around the vicinity."

  'All females should.' Luna surmised. 

A Cadre member who flirted with women as if there was no tomorrow and one who wasn't allowed to fall in love with a woman due to his responsibilities to Queen Morgan?

Jora was a walking, breathing heart breaker on the loose that Luna should avoid while her husband hadn't noticed what the Fae was up to yet.

The immature Fae was playing her earlier.

Jora must have thought that he could handle the Vampire King just because he became part of Queen Morgan's Cadre.

He hadn't crossed a line yet, but Apollyon will put him in his place sooner rather than later. 

"I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable, Empress."  Jora murmured under his breath as the skin on his forearms brushed against hers. 

The Fae was smart since he did it from an angle where her husband couldn't see.

Tempted to grab his hand and twist his wrist in eager glee, Luna ignored him completely by asking the Autumn Queen, "Don't you think the Cadre are similar to Consorts?"

Queen Morgan raised an eyebrow, "Like your husband have?"

"Well, he used to but I got rid of them when I told them to."

The Autumn Queen nodded in agreement, "That's good but I don't mix business with pleasure. I' m not interested with pleasure for a long, long time." She added grimly.

"There must be someone who hurt you badly." 

"No one."  Queen Morgan's half-hidden face contorted in pain, and it confused Luna even more. Perhaps, the Queen was in denial. "I'm not interested  in being intimate with a man." 

"I thought the same as well before I met Apollyon." Luna rasped to sympathize with the woman who hadn't experienced true love, "Maybe, you haven't found your mate yet." 

She pulled in a long breath and said, "I have found my mate a long long time ago before I became the Queen, Empress, but I lost him and our child." The Queen's lips pressed into a tight line she brushed the small tears streaming down her cheeks. "They vanished one day and never returned to me."

Queen Morgan abruptly shifted the subject into something else. " if Princess Sapphire was telling the truth, under what circumstances did the Goddess return her gifts to you when you are clearly carrying a baby bump, Empress?" The Queen blurted from out of nowhere, and it made Luna nervous. Now, the spotlight was on hers instead of the Queen, "Please make this clear to me."

"—definitely not a virgin—" Kotari, the Fae with the owl on his shoulder, murmured as if others couldn't hear him in another one of those awkward silence.

In that instant, she realized something that made her frown, and her resentment for the Autumn Queen kept building up.

Luna couldn't believe that Queen Morgan was still doubtful of her after they went to such great lengths to make her understand.

It was evident that the vampires were discriminated against in the Fall Courts despite their Kind being almost cousins.

They told the truth, but Queen Morgan dismissed their struggles quickly like it was nothing.

Unfortunately, her take on things can influence the Council if they collectively make their decisions.

Faeries trusted no one in the Realm, and this can even extend to their Kind unless an oath was made.

Their inner prejudice must have told them that their fellow Fae was the lesser evil between those who weren't.

"I can't tell you the reason why she took me back." Luna muttered, and she thought that her reason was good enough to sidestep any mention about it. "The secret is between me and the Goddess."

"You must think you are special, then, or you have offered a sacrifice that you aren't willing to reveal?" 

"That's right, Your Highness. Aside from a few personal secrets we are keeping for our own safety, we aren't hiding anything from you." A smirk took over Apollyon's face as if he was a cat who got the canary. "You must understand where we are coming from when you weren't ready to share a few secrets of  your own too. Before we answer your query about where Ravin  got the blue feather on his necklace, in what circumstances did you lost this item when you kept insisting that it belonged to you?"

He was able to make the perfect bait, and the Queen was caught in his trap.

Face twisting in fresh anger, Queen Morgan's fists were coiled atop the table.

She was controlled and collected, with the fox mask concealing her features. 

When it was obvious she had no plans to tell them why she was claiming Ravin's necklace, Xerxes asked the Queen in a loud and impatient voice. "If you still don't want to believe us after all those  testimonies, would you wish to see the rest of the paintings then?" 

"No need because I have my own oracle to consult." Queen Morgan got up from her throne and replied evenly before she called her Cadre's notice. "Kotari, Sylvain and Jora. I command you to remove all the pitchers, glasses, teacups and teapots from the table and put them inside the cabinets for the meantime.. It's  time to discuss this with our Seers while the Council is present."