Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Apollyon's grip on Luna's waist tightened, shaking his head in denial, while he regarded Luna with a glassy stare.

It was the most vulnerable Apollyon she had ever seen. 

Atropos had rendered everyone speechless, but it crippled Apollyon and Luna's thoughts more with her vicious tongue, which she claimed as prophecy.

It wasn't only the Autumn Queen who was shocked as her small mouth hung open in shock from the revelation.

The Queen of the Autumn Courts slowly got up from her seat to stare at Luna in shock, "You are housing a baby demon in your womb?"

 "H-How?" She stuttered in disbelief that she barely got her words out from her lips from her empathy or their shared pain. Luna didn't know.

 She could only bring a shaky hand through her forehead in distress and let out an uncontrollable sob as her husband hugged her from behind, resting his chin from the crook of her neck.

"This does not concern you, Queen Morgan."

"Was she raped by—" The situation felt like it triggered the Queen's darker memories from her disturbed countenance. "I apologize." She repeated in an inaudible murmur, hugging herself for comfort. "I apologize." 

She appeared like she had a trip down to memory line as her thick white-blonde hair covered her delicate face. 

Luna gagged when the memories of having sexual congress with Luxen, who shape-shifted into Apollyon, resurfaced in her mind, feeling like she was about to vomit.

Apollyon noticed and acted fast as he held each side of her upper arms and pulled her backwards, lifted her chair upright t that had tumbled earlier with just a wave of a hand and guided her to sag unto the fluffy cushions to relax.

"Are you alright, wife?" 

Luna shook her head sadly as she stared at the floor with a glazed look. 

Answering yes or no to that question wouldn't matter.

Apollyon and Luna weren't prepared at all.

It hit them like a boulder had dropped out of the sky, squashing them on the spot as their vampire flesh and bones scattered on the ground and turning them into dust. 

As goddesses of fate, the Moirai must have known about her and Apollyon's future, but Luna didn't expect them to reveal it out of the blue.

"You are fear-mongering, Antropos." Apollyon stalked towards the pool to avenge her and spat back with more venom than what Atropos had given them, pointing at her with an accusing finger, "You are a false prophet." 

"Antropos is telling you the truth." If a head could shrug then, this must be what Lachesis showed them at the Council Room. "You will have to choose to sacrifice something to save your Empress, Vampire King. If you want her to live,you will have to find a way to get rid of the demonic baby as soon as possible before she sucks her mother's life force and create a physical vessel for her own soul. If your Empress managed to live by some form of miracle, then that baby demon will take over your heiress and your real daughter would disappear for good."

"But how?!" Apollyon's face contorted with anger as he put his hands underneath the table. He looked like he was about to flip it over and throw the three heads to the cold hard floor. "How the Hell would that happen?!"

"Apollyon, you must calm down!" Luna gasped as anguished tears streamed down her face, and she brushed them away herself. It was agonizing over talking him out of his helplessness when her mind was so desperate to grieve for her future daughter so bad, "Don't destroy the table or you might hurt the Moirai."

"No." Apollyon shouted, but what made Luna breathe a sigh of relief was when he put the table which carried the Three Fates down before he hurtled it to the wall and smashed them into pieces, "I will not deem this prophecy as truth told by a bunch of floating heads in a table." 

"You never, ever, shoot the messenger, Vampire King, or you might regret it." Antropos matched her husband's fury.

Luna could feel Apollyon's thoughts like magma flowing in her veins through their mind link, and her jaws clenched in anxiety when Apollyon settled his large hand on her forehead.

He asked too quietly, "Is there anything worse that you can do than what just said, Antropos?"

Antropos merely gave them a big smile that reached her ears. "All of you shall face the monster you have created."

Suddenly, Queen Morgan was back to her feet from her throne as she told him in an authoritative tone, "Vampire King. The prophecy of the Three Fates will appear like it wouldn't change no matter what you do. Even the stronger divine beings must bow to their words and submit. The Moirai are independent in directing fate and watching it assigned to every being. They followed the sacred laws of the Heavens taking its course without obstruction. The Fates don't just determine the lots of the mortals but they will not abruptly interfere in the affairs of the living."

"They only availed themselves of intermediate causes with the help of the Erinyes—the Furies who will punish karma and evil deeds. Though, it is not absolute and only conditional." She was determined to make him see reason instead of getting worked up over a bad prediction. "Your freedom will exercise a certain influence upon them. There is always a slim chance to defy the odds."

Queen Morgan had also given them what they needed and what they should be looking forward to. Hope. 

A chance to save their heiress Leo from the demonic babe that the Archdemon of Lust had sired from that worst mistake she had ever done. 

Clenching his fists hard until his knuckles turned white, Apollyon replied with growing resentment, "There will be no defying the odds if I don't believe everything she said in the first place."

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