Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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  Queen Morgan had ordered four elder members present in the Council Room to escort them in a safe place before they go and do their Queen's bidding.

Each of them was responsible for specific tasks that they hadn't told them about.

As they climbed through the never-ending spiral of staircases on the way to their assigned room, her Archdemon Familiars didn't stop harassing the Faerie Elders like bored maniacs while the three of them followed their leads.

Her lips had curved in amusement when Ravin had tugged at their dark red velvet hoods while Sloth's hands had clasped the back of their cloaks in attempts to remove their concealments. 

una had let them because she was curious about what they looked like too.

  It got to a point where the Faerie Elders got fed up with their mischief that one of them who had looked over his shoulder and snapped at the two devils, demanding Luna, Ravin, and Sloth to walk ahead while they barked directions for them to follow.

After a long-winded journey to the top of the tower, they finally got to enter this special room with light pink walls adorned with white tapestries full of Fae Symbols.

The area was too big that her eyes took a minute to take the new environment in.

Something compelled her to glance up.

The ceilings were so high that Luna initially thought that a god or a goddess had lived in this tower's spacious room. 

Hell, this could also be a fighting arena if Queen Morgan wished it to be but without the cheering audience. 

The interior's ornaments were of deep red and purple hues.

Luna had to squint because it simply hurt her eyes to look at these things for too long.

When she spun around to look at Ravin and Sloth who appeared confused as well, Luna realized she wasn't the only one who was bothered by the colors schemes.

She didn't feel the need to voice out her opinion to her Familiars when Sloth had raised his palms upward in level to his chest—a universal gesture conveying that he had no idea what these Fae Elders were about, bringing them there.

Ravin was silent as his suspicious gaze examined the place.

Luna lifted her skirts a little before she crouched down to the ground to get a closer look at the marble floors.

Her fingers traced the hand-painted geometric shapes of circles, stars, triangles, and squares along with unknown Fae symbols that Luna swore she had seen on Princess Ourania's map.

The ground had no visible cracks from the earthquakes and it made her think that this particular space was heavily protected with Fae Magic among other parts of the Autumn Castle.

Why then?

Why is this particular place protected and for what reason?

As the cloaked Fae Elders walked across the room to advance towards the scarlet curtains, the four of them chanted a spell.

They parted the red curtains from the center, pushed each of them aside, and fastened the heavy cloth with golden ropes to keep it in place.

It revealed another large window similar to the Council Room but it was more gigantic than the one that had shattered from the strong hurricanes at the Council Room.

No.

Luna narrowed her eyes.

She was wrong about this being a window.

They couldn't see anything through it!

If this was indeed a window, why couldn't she see what was happening outside during the siege?

Her brow furrowed in confusion. 

  It wasn't a window but an obsidian black mirror that was attached to this space from the ceiling down to the floors.

Where was Queen Morgan, her husband, and the Autumn militia fluttering their Fae wings in the dark, gloomy atmosphere?

Should they go back to the Council Room?

It might be unsafe to return there but at least, she could monitor everyone during the War, especially her husband.

She had to be certain that nothing bad had happened to him. 

Apollyon had expected a lot from her Archdemon Familiars to support them in defeating the Legion and they hadn't started summoning anything yet.

Her teeth sank to her bottom lip in concern as she straightened her spine.

The Vampire King would be mad at her for wasting their time.

Ravin stood at her left while Sloth was at her right like they were her own personal Cadre as they faced the Council Members. 

The Faerie Elder at the farthest left who stood near the curtain interlocked his hands, settled them in front him, and began to speak, "This is the War Room, Empress, where Queen Morgan gives birth to her brilliant plans and war strategies. This is the place where the Royal Monarch can clear her head and have a good perspective on the battle. This black mirror in front of you--" The cloaked Elder gestured at the black mirror which she thought was a window and continued, "--will allow you to oversee what is currently happening during the siege. You just have to tell it what you want to see and it will show you. It's not that complicated." Her jaws slightly dropped in surprise. Wow, this was more convenient than soul travel. "There  is no need for incantations--"

Sloth inclined his head and crossed his arms, "Let us say if the Empress is in the bathtub and I tell this mirror that I wish to see her naked, would this thing show me her naked form?"

It was a hypothetical question that made Luna's cheeks heat up and slap the Archdemon.

Yet,  she couldn't deny that it made her curious too so she waited for the Fae's response with bated breath. 

The Fae Elder almost choked at the question but he settled with clearing his throat that lasted longer than what was necessary, "I will pretend I didn't hear that." 

This obsidian mirror might be easy to abuse. 

That was why Queen Morgan had secured this mirror so well. 

Was it a good idea for the Autumn Queen to entrust them with this room considering that her Archdemon Familiars were also here?