Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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This wasn't the time to be thinking about his wife in those appealing regalia.

He was in the middle of a potential war. 

From that glance, Apollyon was able to recall other things about the Autumn Queen.

Her transparent Faerie wings had shifted into black, blending with the color of her war clothes.

The color of her white-blond hair during their first meeting had turned as black as midnight.

Queen Morgan's skin was even paler than after changing her appearance.

This new golden mask obscured half of her face with small white feathers arranged neatly on each side to replicate angel wings in flight, replacing the fox mask she had from earlier. 

Apollyon didn't throw another glance her way so that it wouldn't make him suspicious.

As he relied on that quick flash of memory, Apollyon wondered if this lady--with the long and straight jet-black hair fluttering in waves behind her back from the cold and violent winds --was Queen Morgan's proper form... or was this just a mere glamour to throw Luxen's president off?

Well, what if her earlier appearance from the portcullis and during their discussion at the Council Room was her natural glamour?

What if Queen Morgan morphed into multiple forms because her sole aim was to confuse her opponents with her inconsistent identities?

Apollyon had no idea.

Yet, he admitted it was a clever tactic if the Queen did it on purpose.

Ancient Faeries—especially Kings and Queens—were the best shapeshifters in the Material Realm. 

  Her blood-red lips were pressed into a thin line as she waited for the president's response about his purpose. 

They needed to know what these Legion wanted when these vulture demons hovered outside the Fall Court's barriers, just expecting the Queen to let them in with just a single command. 

Did Luxen's Legion think that the Autumn Faries possessed only half of a brain? 

Apollyon's unblinking gaze also scanned the black heavens, searching for the winged serpent his beloved had warned them about, but there were no signs of it.

That was odd.

His Empress missed Luxen's president during her soul travel, but she saw that dragon-like serpent instead?

Perhaps, Luna had imagined it because there was no winged serpent among the large kettle of vulture/harpy eagle hybrids surrounding the Kingdom.

"Simple." The president said as he stretched his arms wide as his purple wings attached to them followed suit. "My Master wanted to own this Kingdom." Apollyon could tell it was a different kind of demon since the dark purple feathers were connected to his bare arms.

It didn't look like it belonged to an angel, but it was similar to the feathered monsters in his aerial troops, "I need your word and your allegiance in honor of the Archdemon who sent me." 

"Which Archdemon?" The  Queen smiled as she casually held her long, thin sword with one hand on the hilt with its tip facing down.

Queen Morgan's posture was straight, but she appeared calmer than he thought, acting as if the presence of an Archdemon's President intending to invade the Kingdom she worked so hard to build and reign never scared her.

She wasn't jesting when she told them at the Council Room that she used to be a lowly Knight before she rose to power and evolved into this Autumn Queen that she was currently known for. 

"Your tone made it appear like you are acquainted with a lot of Archdemons in your lifetime, Your Highness." The president said in sarcasm. "The precious white feathers you have plucked from an Angel's wing for your mask can't protect you like you thought it would just because you have stolen it from a Watcher." 

'A Watcher?' Apollyon thought as he racked his brain where he had read about them before. 'Why did it sound familiar?'

Tilting her head, Queen Morgan's free hand traced the fuller of her sword and changed the subject, "Who is the Archdemon you served, president?" 

"My Master is the Archdemon Luxen." He replied with a self-satisfied smirk that mirrored the Queen, "The Archdemon of Lust."

"Hm." The Queen hummed as she picked the dark strands away from her mask. "That name had become familiar to me just recently." 

'Recently' was an understatement.

Luna and Apollyon just informed her at the Council half an hour ago. 

"Great. My Master didn't have to introduce himself." A dry laugh escaped from the president as he clapped his hands in excitement. "His name is already infamous to creatures who hadn't met him yet. Which Gregori were you acquainted to that he had given you her most prized possession, Fae?" Luxen's president persisted, and the Queen's smirk dropped as her lips parted in shock. Apollyon didn't know who 'Gregori' was, but he speculated it was a Fallen Angel. "You should be aware by now that  the primordial Angel Sword in  your hand wouldn't intimidate us at all like it used to." 

The Queen's response was a silent gasp.

"You forgot to tell me that you had Angel Blade in your possession, Queen Morgan." Apollyon growled as his hands clenched into fists in frustration. 

Why didn't she share such a vital piece of information if they needed to trust each other to triumph over evil?

"You are an Ancient Fae who had lived long enough and had seen the wicked things the creatures of this Realm are capable of. Some of them can even rival an Archdemon's actions so I can assume right away that you are the Queen." Luxen's president focused harder on Queen Morgan. "It wouldn't surprise me if you stole that sword so you don't have to answer me." Queen Morgan shifted from one foot to another in discomfort while she stood in her carriage. "The previous Archangel who owned that is neither an Archangel or a Fallen Angel since he had already ceased to--"

"—about the Fate of the Fall Courts, it wasn't like we are going to hand over my Kingdom to you in a silver platter just because you said so.." Queen Morgan abruptly cut him off in a harsh tone before elaborating about the Archangel or Fallen Angel he told them about.