Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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The Chariot of the Sun that was given to him was fast and light.

It was an open carriage with two wheels at the back, drawn by two black Pegasus, swifter than the eagle, hitched side by side.

Apollyon had adjusted well as a charioteer as sparkling golden rays surrounded the Chariot Queen Morgan had granted him. 

He had no qualms about it, nor did he ask the Fae Sentinel what made him choose to give the silver bow and arrow as his weapon. 

One Autumn Fae offered to help steer the Chariot of the Sun while the Fae's other handheld an impressive bronze shield to protect both of them from the enemies.

Suddenly, Apollyon heard more noises than he thought he could never have imagined, as large feathered wings beat loud in the sky.

From a distance, Apollyon could catch raspy and drawn-out hissing sounds along with grunting noises similar to barking dogs.

Glancing up, Apollyon was slightly taken aback when he witnessed a kettle of bald, harpy eagles approaching the Autumn Kingdom, trying to break Queen Morgan's barriers first, but all their efforts were in vain.

These birds of prey must have anticipated future dead bodies they could devour on the battlefield that they couldn't wait to get in. 

'God's blood!' Apollyon cursed in his mind. 'These ravenous scavengers were even more impatient than the demons.'

He paused as he squinted at them in suspicion.

In the first place, should he call these creatures who sought dead bodies to feed on--harpy eagles?

He should call them 'vulture demons' instead!

Nevertheless, Apollyon wondered where the winged serpent, which Luna found hard to discuss at the Council Room. 

Maybe, they had saved the 'beast' for the last. 

The Fall Militia had turned him into an archer in charge of attacking the demons hovering outside the barriers.

  Luxen's Legion formed clusters close to the barriers in eerie silence, and these friends didn't necessarily touch it. 

Apollyon had no idea what they were getting at or what was up with their disconcerting war tactic.

It's hard to figure them out when everyone in the Fall Militia was ready to defend their Kingdom, but their enemies hadn't initiated the first attack just yet.

They must be waiting for that one brave Fae to offer himself as a sacrifice and step out of the barriers so that their Legion could tear that poor creature to shreds.

Apollyon looked at them, and their black beady eyes full of hunger stared back at him. 

Indeed, these kettle of vultures might be dangerous after that second glance.

At first sight, they didn't look like they could bring down their victims in the blink of an eye.

Apollyon assumed that these demons could hit hard and attack very fast based on how quickly they moved.

The Knights and Sentinels might find it challenging to target them while in flight as the giant harpies circled above the Fall Courts, waiting for Queen Morgan's protective barriers to crack so that they could swoop in to kill and consume dead Faeries that crossed their paths.

These demons might be easier to kill one-on-one, but if a person took too many at once and received the first hits, they could meet their unexpected fate against a pack of these things at close range.

Apollyon wrinkled his nose. 

He found the demonic birds offensive, so Apollyon used Fae Magic and placed it over Queen Morgan's protective barriers to reinforce them and block their entry.

Once these monsters came into contact with his barriers, Apollyon would vanquish them and set them on fire.

  As he kept his eyes on their razor-sharp beaks and their piercing talons. 

To him, they didn't seem to look that dangerous, anyway.

Famous last words. 

First, blood hadn't spilled on the ground yet, but the scent of death had already permeated the atmosphere of Queen Morgan's Kingdom from the collective smell of these foul creatures alone.

Apollyon attacked the enemies first, goading them to fight back as a way to test their enemies.

Force them to penetrate Queen Morgan's shields around the Fall Courts.

He wanted to see if he could set these pathetic birds on fire if he managed to get their scarlet scales to touch the first layer.

Were they just devilish phantoms who can shapeshift into the real thing, or were these birds real, controlled by someone else?

Keeping his grip firm on the bow handle, Apollyon pulled back the string with his index finger of the pulling hand under his chin, and it touched its nose and lips.

He closed his left eye, looked down the arrow, and aligned it right on target.

Its dark blood --which seemed almost purple--exploded in the air.

Apollyon's arrows passed through the barriers as they ascended through the clouds, piercing two of the hybrid harpy eagle and vulture demons by the heart as they screeched in agonizing pain.

Its poisonous ichor splattered unto the eyes of its fellow vultures and rendered them blind while the rest washed over the Fall Courts like acidic rain showers. 

He smirked. 

Apollyon was able to kill the two bird creatures, saw the shapeshifters turn into their original phantom guises before the shaft burst into silver flames, sending them straight to the deepest pits of Hell to regenerate in a thousand years as a pathetic imp.

The  Fae Sentinel controlled the reins, moving as fast as the whirlwind.

They aimed to confuse the Legion with the chariot's unpredictable motion.

The Chariot of the Sun, drawn by beautiful horses of fire, had flown to the heavens, but Apollyon didn't let it cross the barrier without Queen Morgan's orders.

The Queen might be a female who will lead them to war, but Apollyon wouldn't let his prejudice hinder them from their conquest. 

He will respect the Ancient Female warrior and let Queen Morgan command her Cadre and the entire  Autumn Militia without his interference.

His opinions and suggestions about war tactics will be unwarranted since he wasn't the one in control here.