Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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The destruction caused by Luxen's Legion sent chills down Apollyon's spine after the winged dragon-serpent had almost snaked its way to the Fall Courts. 

The dangerous situation almost escalated to something irreversible.

The Fall Courts had extreme luck for responding quick enough to turn the tables and avoid the impending doom, literally escaping from the devil's clutches.

Yet, every Fae hovering near the invisible barriers to protect the Kingdom can feel the heat from the forest fire.

The licks of its flames grew at an alarming rate, rising above what is pleasant to a searing temperature.

It scorched the heat of their victims' skin as they moved out of the affected village houses right away to outrun the forest fire, gathering their families and leaving out belongings.

Apollyon's head turned to the side and threw Queen Morgan a glance.

She had put her Angel Sword down.

Her fingers trembled as she covered her parted lips, looking down at her own Kingdom in shock while the charred black stumps glowed orange.

They watched the fire burn like a temper, and Apollyon would usually feel nothing but apathy.

From all the tragic situations he experienced with his wife, he found it increasingly difficult to be cold without feeling sinful.

It might be late, but being around his mate had influenced him to be aware and to have a conscience.

The orange flames felt so alive and aggressive as they leapt with terrible rage towards the Fall Courts, moving swiftly as they do without apology.

The wildfires had sent billows of black smoke into the atmosphere that it became hard to see and breathe.

The air had smelled and tasted like a bonfire.

All of them remained in their position, covering their mouth and nose like their own mask.

Finally, Apollyon's raised his free hand to the heavens and compelled the sky to rain upon them.

Queen Morgan had trusted him enough to deal with the wildfire and focused solely on the barriers as the president and his Legion attempted to break them again.

Everyone had worked endlessly to defend the Kingdom from the siege, and a battalion of Fae sentinels from the Autumn Militia had been called to support them against the Legion.

The president was too strong that Queen Morgan's exhaustion made her drop to her knees that two Knights had to catch her before she fell from her Blue Moon Chariot.

She was losing her strength as well as the Cadre who served her. 

And here he thought that Luxen's Legion would give up since they could defend the Fall Courts, but it wasn't over yet.

Some of the vulture-harpy demons had also switched tactics.

Apollyon should have expected them to do what they do best: to possess bodies they could find.

Few of the vulture-harpy demons who managed to slip through the Fall Courts were zealously hunted by the Fae Knights before these monsters could do something worse to the inhabitants and to the Kingdom itself.

The Autumn Militia were meticulous and efficient Faeries.

They made sure that the Legion's chances to possess living creatures were close to nil. 

Apollyon remembered that a Summer Monarch—he didn't recall whether it was King Oberon or King Titania—once told them that the Garden of the Four Seasons was settled in the Heart of the Faerie Realm in the past and those people who had eaten it had the power of seeing both worlds—the Material and the Spiritual Realm—in their naked eye.

Their unique ability was passed down unto their descendants until their bloodlines had diluted due to gene incompatibility between their parents and their ancestors.

They had to mate with someone who had eaten the fruit to retain the gift, but it was impossible.

Only royal families do that kind of thing.

Perhaps, this is why Fae Monarchs are immune to demonic possession unless Archdemon Magic is done to them.

Nevertheless, Apollyon wasn't sure if that also applied to the entirety of the Autumn Fair Folk.

Queen Morgan had confirmed that to Luna and Apollyon, after all.

The Three Fates' lips were sealed shut when it came to the Garden of the Four Seasons.

The Fall Queen must have asked the golden question to Klotho, Lachesis and Antropos about its location but haven't gotten anywhere.

If they did, they would have found the garden early on, distributed its yield once they got their hands on it.

Queen Morgan wouldn't be shocked at the map Princess Ourania had drawn after their group presented it to them.

The blowing sound of the horns caught everyone's attention, announcing the waves of the dead and the buried rise from their coffins and graves under the ground.

Apollyon had no idea that the lovely forests surrounding the stone fortifications of Queen Morgan's Kingdom were graveyard sites.

So, that was why Queen Morgan had powers of a true psychopomp.

Autumn Fairfolk were known to be ruthless, so he wouldn't be shocked if she was the one who executed these bodies and threw them outside their Kingdom. 

It was her fault that she hadn't disposed of the dead bodies miles away from the Kingdom's walls. So now, the Autumn Faeries would suffer from being eaten alive by the very same creatures they killed. 

The living dead had attacked the castle and climbed the walls with their rotten limbs, slowly at first. Then, they climbed over their predecessors until they reached the castle walls, screaming for blood.

Apollyon could see the similarities between these zombies and rogue vampires except for their appearance and speed.

The Faerie Sentinels guarding the stone walls stood bravely on their firing platform, shot the zombies with silver arrows, picked up stones, launched them to their lolling heads, and poured boiling oil on the walls to make them slicker.

Then, it would be easier to push these zombies out with forked sticks while they attempted to scale the walls. 

The rugged terrain outside the Fall Courts slightly hindered the attacking force due to the moat around the Kingdom.

The main gatehouse, the most robust structure of the Kingdom with the thickest stone walls, was locked and safe from the continuous efforts of the defenders.