Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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The Master had praised me when I suggested that I will cut off this man's arm as proof  and bring his dead body to you." Luxen's president admitted in a triumphant roar as he flew around in a frenzy, forming this repetitive infinite symbol in the dark sky. "He just wanted me to become the news bearer initially, but I wanted him to praise me even more if he found out that I had brought the Autumn Courts to their knees."

Apollyon's eyes were alert.

He didn't take his gaze off the demon as he appeared and reappeared in the smoky fog.

Luxen's president was too easy to spot among the clusters of vulture demons due to the vibrancy of his purple wings.

Apollyon was grateful for this because he would have no reason to miss such an obvious target when he was asking for it from how he asked for Luxen's permission to provoke him.

He also suspected that the silver arrows inside the quiver in his back were laced with the most potent poison to kill vulture harpies.

The bow and arrow were given by the Faerie Sentinels from the underground camp base who were in charge of their Militia's weapons.

Luxen's president claimed that the Fall Queen had an Angel Sword in her grasp after stealing it from a 'Watcher'.

A 'Gregori'.

A 'Fallen Angel'  all the same.

The Autumn Courts must have hidden a lot of things from him, or… perhaps, the time they had left to discuss their mission at the Council Room was cut off short because of the appearance of Luxen's Legion.

Queen Morgan's aura had exuded utmost confidence—dark and intense because her Kingdom's weapons and artilleries could defeat demons.

She was able to quickly regain her composure when Luna confessed that she was possessed, as revealed by the Moirai and the presence of two Archdemons in her Council that might endanger the Fall Courts.

Now, they had to handle the invasion of another Archdemon's Legion.

So far, she had handled the situation well with the appearance of five Archdemons fixated on her Kingdom. 

Queen Morgan slowly nodded her head, "Bringing my Kingdom to its knees, huh?" She snorted, and sarcasm followed, "That's great." 

Apollyon's grip loosened on the silver arrow and Fei's decaying arm in his hand.

The corpses carried by the vulture-harpies' claws, the putrid smell permeating into the atmosphere, had infiltrated his sensitive nostrils.

Blowflies had started to gather around him, but these insects hadn't come close to him because they feared the fiery glow of his Sun Chariot.

He had no time to grieve the loss of his Cadre, his mentor and his friend.

He felt the need to accept that the High Priest had crossed unto his subsequent life in this Realm.

He will have another life in another Realm that he had no access to, and that's alright.

The cold skin of this sickly, white detached arm was nothing but a corpse.

Fei's spirit had already passed on.

The sound of their annoying yet fun and harmless bickering when he used to be the old man's student. Fei taught him the Magic of his—no, their— ancestors in the classroom.

At that second, the sound of their good-natured laughter played in his heart and soul as he recalled the deep set of lines of laughter on his elderly face. 

No more.

Apollyon silently prayed to the gods and goddesses to take care of his old man.

He hoped that someday, fate would bring them back together in some other time and place. 

He released the old man's arm and allowed it to drop to the ground—back to the earth—where it belonged. 

  "You picked the wrong Kingdom to mess with, president." Apollyon said with gritted teeth.

The president, who appeared like he had gone insane from all that aerial stunts, had stopped midflight when he heard Apollyon's challenge.

"It was a mistake  that you left your own Kingdom with no one strong enough to take care of it, Vampire King." He advanced closer to the Fall Court's barriers and faced Apollyon within a distance of fifteen feet. "My Master was curious about what you are doing here instead of returning to the Vampire Realm as he expected."

The president smirked as his purple wings synchronized with the same beat as the two Pegasi tugging on his Sun Chariot, "The Archdemon of Lust was surprised when he didn't find you there when he arrived at the Vampire Castle so he decided to invade the Realm and conquer your land and your subjects. The Master can do it by himself but the Military General was  stubborn, refusing to surrender."

From the brutal method that this demon had killed his High Priest., Apollyon had already expected this to happen to the Vampire Realm.

Nevertheless, Apollyon tried to wear a stoic mask of indifference even if all the muscles in his frame had tensed in his suppressed outrage.

At that moment, he wished he wasn't the only person who hadn't worn a mask in this confrontation? Negotiation?

He didn't even know what this was all about!

Jaws clenched, Apollyon asked calmly, "Did you kill Cederic?"

Tilting his head, the president chose to be ignorant, "Who?"

"My Military General." Apollyon enunciated slowly as if he was talking to a dim-witted child.

His wrathful eyes protruded in his impatience, and  his weapons almost snapped into two, "Cederic." 

The leader of the vulture demons had the nerve to let out another mocking laughter, and Apollyon was so close to killing him, but he couldn't.

Not yet.

They needed more information from this one, and he wasn't about to shut him up by testing if the arrow worked on him.

The president had loved his job as a news bearer a little too much that he had revealed important information about Luxen's activities and whereabouts.

"It didn't matter since you are going to follow his footsteps.." Apollyon's nostrils flared when he declared, "You are not the Vampire King anymore, Apollyon."