Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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In a few minutes, Luxen's Legion of harpy-vulture hybrids were utterly annihilated.

His wife's murder of demon crows did a fantastic job that Apollyon, Queen Morgan and her Fae Knights didn't have to lift a finger and shoot their silver arrows at them.

The demon spirits Luna had summoned gave the opponents zero chances to possess living Faeries in their Kingdom and turn them into their physical vessels.

The cold and mangled corpses resting in peace outside the stone fortifications of the Fall Kingdom were disturbed earlier by the harpy-vulture demons who still had the spirit left in them.

Not only did they possess such useless bodies, but a skulk of fox spirits had also chased after them, dragging their limbs down while attempting to climb the top of the curtain walls.

These shape-shifting spirits appeared more of a beast than the regular fox due to their sheer size. The sound they made sounded eerily similar to crying babies.

It surprised Apollyon as he glanced down at the outer walls of the Kingdom to observe the demonic spirits in the action of obliterating each other.

It was interesting to watch as a spectator when their group had a dispensable army at their

disposal. No commander would care whether these demons would vanish into the ethers since they would be returning to their home—Hell—in their most basic form of matter, regenerating for hundreds of years to climb once again in the Demon Hierarchy.

  The Faerie Sentinels had successfully pushed the moving dry bones that were barely intact with overstretched muscles,  ligaments and with the bit of rotten flesh clinging of it, to the moat surrounding the Fall Courts until the harpy-vulture of Luxen's Legion was forced to release its hold on it. 

After the demons escaped from the drowning carcasses, the fox spirits' jaws had dropped, opened their mouths, devoured the problematic fiends and swallowed them whole.

The wild fox spirits didn't give them time to wriggle out of their teeth.

  From up above,  Apollyon could see that their heads were thrown back in laughter at the enemy's sad fate.

How naughty!

Queen Morgan's foxes managed to trick Luxen's demon, which gave them a hearty meal and provided them with magical powers.

Apollyon believed that fox spirits were controlled by Queen Morgan and formed a telepathic communication with them since he had seen her wear a fox mask during their first meeting in the forest.

Perhaps, it was a symbol that represented her as the Queen of these magical fox spirits.

Queen Morgan had the powers of a psychopomp, sending lost spirits and the souls of the dead from the Fall Courts to the afterlife, and that was why she could control earthbound spirits similar to what Luna could do as an Archdemon but Queen Morgan's powers.

On the other hand, the giant took its sweet time sucking the winged dragon serpent dry, and until now, Luxen's president wasn't destroyed yet.

Was he that mighty to withstand the Nephilim while it sucked his demonic energy with snake-like vines while he attempted to escape from his tight clasp?

Luxen's president just refused to surrender, and it was starting to piss Apollyon off.

Clenching his fists in frustration, Apollyon watched the face of the giant then, to the large square folded at the end of his vines back and forth.

Do they wait for the Nephilim, or should they do something to finish them once and for all?

It seemed like the Fall Queen had divined his thoughts when her Moon Chariot advanced to the president, who was positioned outside the protective dome of the Fall Courts.

"Queen Morgan, do not get out of the barriers!"  Apollyon's Sun Chariot followed close behind, "Let the Nephilim finish the president hiself."

"It' taking too long, Vampire King." Queen Morgan responded in a shout, "I will use my Angel Sword to finish him."

  He understood that she had to keep the Fall Courts at ease as soon as possible and make them feel safe, but it was too dangerous.  "Queen Morgan. Please be patient. We don't know what the winged serpent can—"

Apollyon heard the muffled voice of  Luxen' president inside the box where the Nephilim had  trapped him, "If I  perish and return to the deepest pits of Hell,  I will drag you down with me." 

"Queen Morgan!" Apollyon bellowed but to no avail. 

'Stay back, husband.' He heard his wife's soft voice in his head, 'Don't go.'

The Queen's Moon Chariot already went past the barricades.

She gripped her Angel sword backwards and threw it straight, similar to a spear, impaling the Nephilim's trap.

There was no warning of any sort.

A bright light flashed in the entire Kingdom, causing temporary blindness.

Scorching heat radiated against his skin.

Apollyon heard a strong blast, and it produced this constant ringing in his ears that wouldn't stop.

He raised a hand above his head and created a strong, protective bubble around him, his charioteer and his two Pegasi, effectively covering them from the sudden detonation.

Apollyon smelled this acrid odour in the atmosphere, which smelled like sulfur—the kind of scent that lightning strikes give off.

  A minute felt like it lasted in an eternity.

As seconds went by, he felt the unbearable hotness of his face.

Apollyon closed his eyes and covered his head with the bow in his hand but it didn't alleviate the burns.

The strength of the explosion had intensified.

His vampire skin was too sensitive to be exposed.

It felt like the most prominent celestial body seen from this Realm had shone its fiery rays as if it was just right in front of him. 

At that point, Apollyon turned his back from the source of the blast and hid behind the iron and bronze material of his carriage.

As a pure-blood Vampire, Apollyon can handle a little sunlight as long as he remains in the shade of the tree canopies.

He always kept in mind not to stay outdoors for too long, but this situation was challenging to handle.

Each cell of his body felt like he was set on fire.