Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter of the Highest Tier (October 2021)

Uriel made sure that Prince Balthasar's Faerie Knights couldn't trace their whereabouts to avoid their fruits from getting stolen.

He must have realized her frustration about giving out the necessary portion of the fruit of the Four Seasons so that there would be enough for everyone.

  Prince Balthasar, who Merle had served before she got her hands on the Fruit of the Four Seasons, had hunted the young Nephilim children— the offspring of a rebel Watcher and female Fae—and overpowered them with a large number of his Fae Knights, isolating their family unit from the rest of the Watchers and killed them with ease.

Evil Knights raped women who had involved themselves with the Watchers as per Prince Balthasar's decree, claiming these female Faeries were already soiled in the eyes of the creator.

Therefore, they are punishable by death for committing such an act.

It was the ultimate betrayal of the Fair Folk's safety.

Merle had heard rumors that the Archangels had come down on the Material Realm in secret to hunt the Fairfolk who harmed the Female Faeries involved with the Gregori.

This situation wasn't the females' fault.

The Angel Kind was right about blaming Gregori for the lack of self-control.

Nevertheless, the Angel Kind's mission was to eliminate the sons and daughters of the Nephilim. Unfortunately, Prince Balthasar's men had interfered, throwing the poor babies they stole from their Fae mothers into the air, skewering the soon-to-be giants before they could grow and invade this Realm which made matters even more.

  These stubborn Faeries were killing the sons of the Watchers without the use of angel blades despite the Angels' warning.

These vengeful Faeries thought they were doing God's work by killing these half-angels and half-faeries without using the proper weapon.

Well, the joke was on them.

This was the reason why the dead Nephilim turned into the First-Made Demons.

It was a tough and never-ending cycle made by stubborn races who did what they wanted. 

Hopefully, this will encourage her more to help protect the Fairfolk from the affliction that had run rampant in the Faerie Realm. 

"This morning." Archangel Uriel began,  "I almost…"  He paused for a few seconds  before slipping his hand on her waist under the covers, "I almost made you pregnant when I woke up."

Her brows furrowed in confusion.

Merle loosened her hold on his shirt, "Who is almost pregnant, Uriel?" 

It was just an embrace.

She and the Archangel didn't take off any pieces of clothing.

Yet.

"I felt something." Archangel Uriel lay down his back, clasped her hand, and settled them on his groin.

"What the—" Merle's eyes bulged out of their sockets and she also lost the ability to speak.

  He inconspicuously motioned her small hand to cup the bulge of his erection and gently squeezed them. 

"I had… I had…" Warmth spread through her cheeks from the embarrassment and Uriel's ears were red, as well. "I felt it here." 

  "Don't—" Merle sucked in a breath from her shock and lifted her hands off his erection immediately.

Her gaze was transfixed on her open palms in a shocked daze.

Next, Merle showed her open palms awkwardly in front of Uriel's grim countenance after she recovered from what he had done.

"Don't let me touch you like this, Uriel." She whispered. Merle knew where the boundary was and she wasn't about to cross the line. However, she found this level of naivete suspicious as she gave her a curious glance, "What is wrong with you, Uriel?" 

"I noticed it becomes hard when it grazes any part of you every time we lay side by side."  Archangel Uriel struggled to find the right words but he shook his head, giving up. "I can't explain it and I don't know what to call it."He finally admitted but for some reason, he sounded more nervous than frustrated. "I had never encountered any Watcher for me to ask about this because they had kept themselves. Their family was in hiding after the Highest God had delivered an edict to the Angel Kind to hunt them down ."

"Alright. It's alright." Merle agreed as she attempted to end this conversation that had taken a strange turn. "You don't have to know about the rest." 

She didn't want to say it out loud either.

"You know what this feeling is?" Archangel Uriel asked. "Do you think I am close to becoming a Watcher if we go this particular route?"

His fingers started playing with her hair and his pupils had gone dilated that the black had taken over the entire whites all of a sudden. 

It didn't scare her but she understood that conflicting forces had emerged in  Uriel's soul.

He found it hard to understand what a shared bond between a man and a woman meant.

If this situation happened to someone Merle knew personally, she would have been amused. 

Alas, she couldn't have a good laugh.

It hurt to have this kind of dilemma between logic and emotion—were following his heart meant that he is committing a sin to his Creator.

On Archangel Uriel's part, his brain was trying to bridge the gap between Heaven and the Material Realm.

"No." I don't know." Merle told the truth as she waved a dismissive hand, determined to change the subject. "Not really." 

"You should get some sleep." Archangel Uriel told her.  "We need to wake up early tomorrow to go to the next village and give the magic fruits to those who caught the demon's affliction." 

It seemed that both of them had an unconscious understanding to just drop it. Merle had preferred it this way, though. 

The Archangel's wish is her command.

Sleep, it was!

Merle burrowed into Archangel Uriel's body heat.

Uriel wouldn't refuse this kind of intimacy between them because it was a requirement for her to survive.

Of course, she had a reason but she didn't have to tell him about it.

The gentleman was born to live with his sense of obligation. 

  "Sweet dreams, Archangel." She murmured as her eyes fell shut.

  Merle allowed her brain to be empty--contented to exist as she counted sheep to fall asleep. 

She had no business being aroused when both of them will have a busy day tomorrow.