Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (November 2021 )

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Archangel Uriel & Merle's Arc

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Merle would like to hold on to her hatred and let it fester, to let it take root and grow into this uncontrollable green, envious monster cursing Archangel Uriel's existence.

She would let the ugly thing penetrate underneath her skin and pump dread unto her bloodstreams, rather than feeling empty and weak, and she wholeheartedly believed that if she kept this resentment close to her heart, she could escape death.

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'You deserve to be the reason why a person's heartbeat, Merle.'

'You deserve someone's everything, but that someone isn't me. '

'I do not deserve you.'

Archangel Uriel didn't say his thoughts out loud, or else he might not stop telling her that she was the most remarkable woman he had ever met.

He loved the feel of her arms around him, her sensual caresses that were more seductive than innocent to make him fall asleep in a second.

It didn't make him sleep like she guaranteed it should.

It kept him wide awake instead, and his entire body felt like he was on fire.

Archangel Uriel felt himself harden even more, especially down there.

Merle told him that he shouldn't touch it again every time it jolted inside his breeches, insisting that it would make matters more.

Sometimes, he was tempted to let her touch that strange spot again so that he could see the feminine blush on her lovely cheeks instead of her tears.

Did she allow Archangel Lucifer to do that to her as well while he was gone?

Self-preservation compelled his brain to stop his assumptions about Merle and Lucifer, but he needed to satisfy this burning question or else…

Archangel Uriel clasped her elbow, and he paused for a few seconds to process the sensation.

The abrupt contact made him feel Merle's hatred which glittered with wild power, and it already bled to her aura.

Uriel didn't know what to do, so he ignored it and focused n Merle's interrogation.  "Doesn't it make the hairs on your skin stand on end when you allow another Archangel to come inside the house I made for you?" A fire had run through his bloodstreams as he pulled her closer, but she resisted it by pulling at her arm right back. "For us?" 

The twin orbs of luminous gold on her face twinkled dangerously as she replied, "Well, that another Archangel told me he could have done a better job than you and that you really didn't think about me when you made this house in a hurry."

Archangel Uriel aimed a scowl at her, and he had to think twice whether or not this was true or a mere bluff.

He really can't tell.

Maybe, Merle got better at keeping a straight face.

"I have been talking to him for three days. " She added with a shrug. "He kept me company while you were gone." 

"You look smug. So you think you know him in just three days?" Merle appeared like she was one blow away from breaking, but he might lose her forever if he went with this jealousy route.

Mouth heavy at the corners, Uriel wouldn't withdraw from this confrontation. "You even allowed him to call you, Mermaid?"

"He is your friend for I don't know how long but you should have known what type of Archangel he was from the beginning. Then, you could have avoided the destruction of your ward instead of blaming it on me." Merle admonished him. "You are too petty if you are angry over such a stupid name calling. That Archangel seemed like someone who would not accept defeat, Uriel so I wouldn't believe that. Maybe, he let the Watchers win on purpose, anger the Highest Creator and pin you with the Garden's ruination. That sounded like something he would do when he got too bored. The Archangel  relished the chaos due to his boredom in the Heavens."

He didn't grow up as a coward but witnessing Merle's trust wane from her bright golden eyes made him run and avoid this confrontation because it hurt too much that he couldn't stand it.

Archangel Uriel suppressed the strong urge to pull her close in his fear that he couldn't push her away in their final goodbye.

It took him his bravery to let him himself go and allow himself to be loved by another like what Archangel Lucifer had suggested back at the cliffs. 

It was selfish of him to agree with it.

Blood pounded in his ears as he reflected on the implausible statements he said, and it killed him that he couldn't embrace her anymore.

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"Do you think you can live without me, Uriel?"

If Merle would close her eyes and allow the emptiness to take over her shattered mind and just shut down for good, she would lose the willpower to live as it ate her happiness like poison. 

  In her last breath, she would smile just in case Archangel Uriel watched her in secret as she ended her life after that fateless separation.

Would they go to the Realm and become an angel if Faeries died?

If not, she had to continue hating Uriel and make that unforgettable emotion her companion to get her through the night.

Her brain would start ticking and start counting. 

She would float and become nothing.

There would be no point in eating and sleeping in the future.

Why was she still breathing?

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His words were boomerangs he had thrown in her direction as a malicious attack, but it came back to him tenfold.

He could see it in her golden eyes that he had cut her deep, but his wounds were deeper.

He even pondered if his scars would ever heal. 

If only he were created by the Highest God as a Fae instead of an Archangel, he would be ready to die for her.

Nevertheless, he gave in to his desire and pulled her into his chest to feel her heartbeat.

He clasped his hand on her neck possessively and devoured her lips.

With one hand on her hip, he took her hand and kissed it with reverence.

"I still want you, Merle." A tear fell down his cheek. His medicine, the woman who made him love life in general, had turned into this toxin, and no antidote could cure him of her. "I can't imagine you gone but I must un-love you for both of our sakes."

Hopefully, Merle would follow his sensible advice and try to un-love him.

Right now, her heart might be bleeding, but he knew her to be strong. 

"I will promise not to love you too. I realized that the Archangel I considered as a lover never really cared about me." Merle replied grimly as if she had already given up on them, and every word made his brain repeat them in an infinite loop of self-hatred. "Don't worry. I would close my heart and never wait for your return, Uriel." 

"You are going to be alright, Merle."  Archangel Uriel murmured as he caressed the hand on her elbow upwards, resting on the spot between her neck and shoulder.

Merle stood still.

Her pulse fluttered against his palm as his fingers gently scratched her swan-like neck. "You can move on from me."

An eerie silence fell between them as both the snow and the drizzle of rain began to fall.

"Who do you think you are, Uriel?" Merle tried to shove his chest away from him, but he didn't release her.

"Do you really think I would do the things I told you just now?" She let out a sarcastic laugh. "You can't speak for me and how I must feel because you aren't me! Don't tell me what to do."

Merle was a gentle yet snarling creature who was ready to gut him from the inside out with her narrowed gaze.

He caused the emotional pain that scarred her, and even if he couldn't see it, Uriel was aware of it.

"You said it yourself that you don't love me and I will accept that." Uriel slightly grimaced, hearing his utterance hurled back at him like a sharp blade.

Both of their feelings were involved.

Archangel Uriel never took pleasure in betraying her love that nurtured his soul.

"You said it yourself that you don't have anything to return to since the Garden of the Four Seasons is gone. You will be punished by the Creator, Archangel Uriel. I can promise not to love you… not to need you anymore. But we can just fool around if you want?" Merle raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry you wouldn't turn into a Watcher as long as you keep your clothes on while I remove every article of my clothing." 

She had already implied this, asking—

no, demanding for his body as if she had the right to own him, but it still caught him unaware. Merle settled both of her hands on his chest, and he swallowed a groan.

Uriel wasn't innocent anymore.

"I will not have your heart, but I will enjoy your body while I can. I will accept everything you can give to me.' Merle told him as the wintry wind blustered the expanse of their skin with icy chaos.  "After this, we don't have to see each other again." 

Jaws clenching, Archangel Uriel's muscles tensed at the sensual promise in her husky voice, but his mind kept telling him to let go of her and leave the mountains—to run away from there as far as possible.

"It's not like I would chase you and make you mine.." She closed her fingers around his chin. "Make this experience worthwhile for me, shall we,  Uriel?"