Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Luna's eyes closed from the dust-filled gale that she could barely see what had happened. 

Goddess, she could hardly even breathe.

Her muscles quivered in anxiety as she eyed the possible exits. 

  Even if she could open her eyes, she wouldn't dare.

Some of the cloaked members of the Council had scrambled unto the floor in their surprise as if they expected demons from the outside of the Kingdom's barriers to capture them in that instant.

All of them had retreated from the open window and huddled at the front of the Council Room, closer to Queen Morgan's throne, to avoid getting pummeled by the fat raindrops outside.

It would be difficult for a winged creature to fly outside and defend the Fall Courts in this condition. 

When Luna glanced up to watch her surroundings, she noticed that some of the things inside the Council Room had flown into the air as the winds continued to scream.

There wasn't only a storm, but a hurricane had visited the Autumn Palace!

All of them had prayed that the tempest wouldn't come their way, that it would leave the Autumn Courts alone. But it had to go somewhere since Luxen's legion had sent it to them—to come right at them--as an offensive attack before they attempted to conquer the land.

The shattered glass joined the broken vases on the floor when it crashed from the erratic winds outside.

At first, nobody in the room moved so that it wouldn't damage their soft soles except those creatures who could heal their blood with magic.

She watched the tiny shards sink into her husband's pale skin before he brushed them off like it was nothing.

Luna was forced to take few involuntary steps to the side when Apollyon placed his large hands on her shoulders and stirred her there in silence to avoid the glass fragments from flying into her face.

He pushed her back against the wall and lifted both arms to settle on either side of her head. 

The wind was so loud that some of the Council Members had to cow with their hands over their hoods to prevent themselves from exposing what they looked like despite the turbulent hurricane picking up speed.

  It seemed like some of the Autumn Faeries were too fearful around strangers.

Sir Tristan, who was Queen Morgan's ex-Cadre, dealt with Luna and Apollyon with distrust the entire time both of them came across him and Princess Ourania.

Not once did he remove his helm and armor, so nobody in the Summer Courts had seen his appearance except for his mother.

Unfortunately, Luna had never actually seen his true face until his death because his decapitated head and his headless body were sent straight to the Hypogeum for the men-at-arms to deal with.

Sir Tristan was buried without his dignity and honor intact as a punishment for losing the duel.

Hopefully, Queen Morgan will never figure out what Sloth had done to him.

Queen Morgan's behavior around Sloth and Ravin was almost hostile when she found out their real identities, but she could control herself since she had already promised help to find the Tree of the Four Seasons.

Still, Luna couldn't stop thinking about what Queen Morgan had mentioned earlier--that the Goddess Hecate had taunted her of her past by giving Ravin the blue feather to haunt her.

What did she exactly mean by that? 

Luna felt faint and nauseous as she paid close attention to her heartbeat.

It got to a point where Apollyon had to hold unto her, hugging her hard and stroking the back of her hair so that she wouldn't get sucked by the strong winds and blown away.

Behind their over-sized hoods and colorful animal masks, weaker Autumn Faeries have gritted their teeth so hard as they clutched their fellow Council Members' limbs, sticking to those people--who weighed heavy and who can keep their feet planted to the ground--so that that the destructive hurricane wouldn't suck them into their whirlwind chaos and storm surge.

  Luna could tell that there are Elders present in the Council Room based on how they slowly moved--compared to the rest of the Members of the Council.

The gap of their strength was even more expansive in comparison to Queen Morgan's Cadre.

These Elders could either be scholars, magicians, alchemists, and healers.

They were Ancient Faeries who used their knowledge and wisdom to contribute to the Council.

The rest of the Autumn Faeries had searched for a particular spot where the smithereens hadn't reached them so that they could just lay on that area and curl into a fetal position, covering their forms with something sturdy that hadn't been taken by the hurricane yet.

No one had fled the scene because it might be more dangerous for them to separate without Queen Morgan's orders.

Xerxes had done a great job protecting Princess Sapphire. Kotari, Jora, and Sylvain were calm and collected as if they had been trained all their life on how to react during disasters.

The Cadre surrounded Queen Morgan, holding her limbs to keep her standing firm and erect.

Luna's Archdemon Familiars were the only creatures in the ruined Council Room who were unbothered by the presence of Luxen's demonic Legion outside the barriers of the Autumn Courts.

Their reaction to the hurricane was blank, as if they had already seen this coming. 

The pitter-patter was as loud as thousands of little feet running around the hallway along with the creaking of the trees that she could barely hear what her husband was talking about. 

Closing her eyes, Luna flinched at the sound of thunder while Apollyon continued to whisper words of comfort in her ear. 

The double doors of the Council Room burst open, and it banged against the wall in chaotic booms.

Apollyon had to crane his neck and squint at the door to check if someone other than the Council Members and the Cadre barge in.