Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (November 2021)

  Archangel Uriel woke her up early this morning and his imperious hawk-like nose rubbed against the tip of hers.

For some reason, it was his own way of waking her up. He didn't shake her shoulders or whisper her name in her ear.

  It was strange but he was consistent. She had already gotten used to this, though.

Being a cross-dressing knight had trained her to be a light sleeper.

A fellow Knight in Prince Balthasar's Militia had begun to suspect her gender and her identity that he almost tried to rape her just because she looked a bit feminine.

That Fae Knight got the shock of his life when he realized that she was a female. 

The Knight attempted to use that secret against her and threatened to tell their commander, Prince Balthasar, at that time if she didn't consent to the sexual congress with the pathetic Knight.

He bargained about using her body anytime he pleased while both of them traveled with the Prince and his Militia but she refused.

Merle was very careful about keeping her own secret from Prince Balthasar's Militia after passing the recruitment by showing her superb skills in swordsmanship.

Now that her real gender had been discovered by this oaf, she had to leave the Prince's Militia as soon as possible.

There was no reason to stay in the Militia. Her false pretenses will come out and reach Prince Balthasar's ears.

It was either become a prostitute for these Fae Knights or kill this pervert without telling a soul. The latter was the ideal option but it wasn't going to be easy.

  However, he quickly recovered from that fact and dragged her deep into the forest against her will so that he could violate her far from the military camp.

Nobody could hear her cry for help in that place. Her final scream would be ignored if the Fae struck her to death after the assault.

The Militia would simply mistake her screeches as those of a wild animal.

From the cold arrogance in that Fae Knight dark and empty gaze filled with lust, it was clear that the male Fae who tackled her in the wetlands had abused and raped men before since he had fewer chances to snatch a woman in the wilderness.

He must have committed this crime many times and his victims in the Militia were forced to stay silent out of humiliation.

Merle quickly realized Fae Knight can't afford to appear weak in Prince Balthasar's troops since their commander—Prince Balthasar—had demonstrated his power over them in the past.

  If that Fae made that mistake, that poor soldier would be the subject of mockery for everyone's amusement.

Prince Balthasar was known in the Fae Realm for having ruthless soldiers.

If he saw that one of his Fae Knights became an object of ridicule, trust that  Prince Balthasar would keep an eye on him, searching for that one logical reason to punish the Fae with death as the ill-treatment continued.

If the commander would signal that the weak Knight's immortal life ended at that moment, that Fae would be kicked out of the group after beating the sh*t out of them, leaving them for the wild animals to feed on.

No dead bodies were recovered beloved families, waiting for the coins they have earned as Prince Balthasar's Knight—that one job where everyone in the village looked up to which isn't that much, to be honest.

All of a sudden, they ceased to exist and no one heard from these poor Knights ever again due to this livelihood. 

The heartless prince had shown them how easy it was for him to dispose of them when and where he wanted to.

The choice was pretty extreme.

All or nothing.

Live or die.

That was how cruel he was!

The moment he found out if his Knights in his Militia weren't aligned in his dangerous goals of uniting the Fairfolk and aiding him in becoming the sole King of the Faerie Realm, he ordered the other Knights to destroy them, weeding out all the trash while it was early. 

There was no fear in the rapist's eyes—only desire— because the pervert already figured out what to do so that he wouldn't get caught.

It was either that or he had banked on the other Knights to turn a blind eye on his nasty behavior.

  Merle's memories had returned in full force and she couldn't stop it.

She felt powerless as hatred and desperation burst like an unstoppable flood full of dark emotions.

  As she squeezed her eyes shut, Merle's mind tried to anchor herself to the present and cling to the sense of normalcy.

But the image of that damn bastard was more stubborn.

Her mind had transported her back to that horrible situation where she had watched him lick his thick lips as his free hand ripped her shirt and ran his knife on the tight bandage she had worn around her chest.

He allowed the tip of his blade to stroke her neck, to her sternum, her flat stomach, and down to the spot between her legs when she clasped both of her wrists with his other hand to the ground.

  Merle was breathing rapidly as if she needed all the air she could take with every inhale. 

Panic made her feel like her head was pounding hard.

The tightness in her chest felt like someone was squeezing her heart until it burst.

Fear rendered her frozen in the bed as the scenario continued to flash in her mind's eye.

The dizziness in her head intensified and her fingers started to shake as well.

Merle struggled to defend herself from him as they brawled near a dirty swamp, rolling around in the mud with all her might.

  Neither of them wanted to give up.

She wasn't about to yield her virginity to this ugly, green-skinned Fae while she fought hard to make him surrender his life.