Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"The Master would also like to send a message to his beloved Empress Luna that he apologized for having sexual congress with her in Hell by shape-shifting into your form."

One of Apollyon's eyebrows raised at that. How ridiculous!

An apology, huh? 

Archdemons were not capable of apologizing because it was a straight-up acknowledgement that they had done something wrong, that they were aware of their wicked deeds, and they would do it anyway.

Wasn't it too late to do that, or was Luxen mocking him again due to Apollyon's incompetence of being Luna's mate?

At the same time, the devil had run around the Material Realm like a madman, protesting that his soul cord with her was cut unfairly by the Archangel because he was one of the Fathers of his Empress' child?

Luxen's audacity floored him more than his brother, Ravin, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

At least, with the Archdemon of Gluttony, Apollyon knew what to expect.

All the bastard had done so far was to annoy him with his taunting words and made-up scenarios about him being Luna's real husband, which made Apollyon jealous of him and his wife.

Ravin never attempted anything more than that because he couldn't. Luna cut Ravin off and shut down every one of his one-sided flirtations.

  His wife's constant reassurance of her love soothed his wounded heart like an earthy, healing balm.

Her passionate kisses, loving caress and the sweet taste of her blood infused warmth in his bloodstreams.

Luna's sunny child-like smile had brightened his weary days and gave him the energy he needed to find solutions to problems.

Apollyon was grateful for it.

Her womb might be already soiled by the Archdemon's filthy seed in another man's perspective.

Still, Apollyon never thought that his mate was dirty--that she needed to be disposed of for her betrayal for tupping with an Archdemon—not even once.

He didn't care about what the other Kings would think about him if they found out, judging him for keeping the woman he loved.

His face twitched as angry heat flushed through him.

He would execute them if these imaginary critics didn't die from the apocalypse. 

He would rather throw his ego away than losing the love of his life.

Luna had told him over and over how much she loved him and would never look at anyone else until these words had taken root in his mind.

It made him trust his beloved more. 

His wife can control him as her Familiar.

Yet, the only difference was that Luxen's sinful actions made his chest tight and hollow.

His tensed muscles had relaxed, only for them to become numb seconds later.

He felt like he was floating in the air instead of standing in his steady Sun Chariot. 

  "Unfortunately, the Archdemon Empress isn't around to listen." The demon frowned in regret, and it quickly morphed into a smirk when he added, "--but please pass this message if you may, Apollyon. If the Master travelled back in time in that particular moment, he would seize that chance and do it again."

God's Blood!

The Archdemon of Lust even knew that he had made Luna pregnant while she carried their heiress.

It reinforced the notion Apollyon had that Luna was never at fault.

Lilith and Luxen had planned this from the start to escape Hell and bring these demons from the Material Realm. 

He couldn't bear the horrible thought of Luxen assaulting his wife for the second time that his mind blanked in itself.

Apollyon didn't have a chance to talk to that Archdemon of Lust, but if they ever meet again, that would be the last time because Apollyon would return him to the Abyss.

His jaws were clenched as he glowered at the leader of Luxen's vulture demons.

The president had this shit-eating grin stitched to his face that Apollyon longed to punch, as well as stab him with angel knives all over his shape similar to what he did to the High Priest as revenge.

Did this news bearer think that Luxen's confession about his disgusting lust and obsession to claim his mate amused him?

The Archdemon's servant must have gotten off on watching creatures suffer from the horrible news he carried from his Master, Luxen.

That's what the president of the Legion aimed for, didn't he?

Make Apollyon go ballistic?

He controlled every nuance of his expression—especially grief and outrage—because these evil creatures feed on negative emotions, making them feel superior over his faculties.

He kept his mouth shut and didn't react, pushing his feelings aside.

He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

"He expresses his giddy excitement over the upcoming birth of his first offspring." The president added.

All Apollyon could hear was the constant ringing in his ears as well as the slow pounding of his heart.

It appeared like the winged serpent Luna had described in the Council Room was nowhere to be found.

There was no sense in allowing the demon to insult him and his wife any longer when they couldn't gain an advantage in negotiating with power-mongers.

  Summoning all his calm and focus, he set his feet shoulder-width apart as his muscles tightened in preparation.

Apollyon raised his bow, nocked his arrow into the string, drew the bow back with his fingers, aimed his silver arrow at the president's chest, and released it.

The last thing Apollyon saw was the wicked gleam in the president's eyes behind that massive bird skull he wore over his head.

In an instant, he gathered thick dark clouds around his form, covering him completely, that Apollyon couldn't see what had happened to him and his silver arrow.

The vultures and the harpy eagles quickly beat their wings too fast to flee away from their leader when he started to shoot lightning sparks.

It had completely vanished in the mayhem, and Apollyon didn't know if the bullet point was able to pierce the president.

He had thought wrong that the president was the leader of the vulture demons because he had transformed into a winged serpent.