Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (November 2021 )

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Archangel Uriel & Merle's Arc

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"Aren't you ashamed that Archangel Lucifer might be in the vicinity? Aren't you ashamed that he might see you?" Uriel asked, and his tone had no inflection.

Merle felt the chill in her blood, and the coldness brought her brain to a standstill. "Then, I'm going inside the hut. That way nobody had to see me including you."

If he left her to suffer then, he could have easily done it, but he chose not to.

It was his betrayal that made her weak, devastating her mind.

Still, Merle was adamant that she wouldn't lose him—that he would stay away from her life--after all they had been through.

At least this attention was better than cold indifference.

He held her so close only to stab the proverbial knife into her ribcage deeper as he whispered how much he loved her.

Her ears were full of sweet empty words, and she was tired of it.

That was all she had.

Her grief came so strong it felt like she was being swept away from it.

  Instead of fighting against the current—fighting to keep their forbidden love alive—she would finally stop and surrender to the waves of sorrow crashing on her.

She realized all her efforts were futile when it was clear that Uriel had no desire to give the same steps back. 

"You can either follow or leave." She exhaled a resigned sigh as she crossed her arms to rub her palms on the light bluish hue of her skin from the gust of wind and the snow falling over her head. "It's getting cold outside."

Merle always said the exact opposite of what she truly wanted, always convincing him to leave the mountains, as if it was easy for him to do.

She didn't have to do this—giving out ultimatums and acting like a wench with her elaborate schemes of seduction.

He would never fall for them.

Fat tears fell on her chest, and Uriel's eyes widened in alarm, taken aback. 

Merle quickly turned her back so that he wouldn't have to see them and feel burdened by the emotions that overwhelmed her.

She felt the wetness of her palms as she wiped them away from her cheeks. 

"Merle, don't you dare turn your back on me!" He yelled as he tried to reach her with his free hand, but she could avoid it. "I want you to put on these clothes right now."

"No."  Her small yet snarky response quivered from her disappointment. 

Her teardrops demanded to be felt as they continued to emerge, dropping incessantly from her open eyes.

Of course, the Archangel on the feminine wiles, wouldn't he?

He already mentioned this before.

Uriel saw it as a form of manipulation, forcing him to do things when he didn't want to.

He had no one to blame so that he would put them on her.

Merle." He called her as he took a step forward, extending his arm to curl his fingers around her wrist, hoping that she would listen. 

He imagined this scenario where he would tell her lies to make her feel better about them.

If he did and they arrived at this point, Merle would not see the logic and might even have a worse reaction than this. 

"Mer—"

Wrinkling her nose, she let out a sneeze and sniffed. 

She bent over, and it was s a poor attempt to keep herself warm and entice Uriel with her back, her butt, and her curvy shape. 

"Why don't you bring my clothes  as a keepsake when you return to the Heavenly Realms?" His lover cried out without turning to face him, and all Uriel could view was her exposed behind.

Her anger was palpable, which also made the rage and bitterness inside of him had awakened that he felt like he was about to explode."If you can't have me, then at least have something to remind you of me."

Melancholy drained him, and all he wanted was to surrender to her. 

Surrender to her body. 

"Listen to me—"

Shoulders hunching over, she whimpered, "Goodbye, Archangel. Never tell me that you didn't have a choice when it comes to me. It gets old." She fought a sob to escape from her throat. "I don't have any expectations from you anymore!" 

Archangel Uriel went silent.

Merle haunted him in ways that he couldn't explain.

It was a stubborn love he could never shake off.

Her heart was priceless, but she gave it to him for free only for him to make her feel cheap.

Wretched and cold trash.

The love she had for him quickly turned into hate, and it swallowed her whole.

Archangel Uriel could only accept them, thinking it was for her good.

He wanted to reach for the heavenly light, but Merle was like a siren, pulling his ankles down into the deep and taking him into the abyss where he wouldn't be the same anymore.

She had put a love spell on him--got him so blinded--that he couldn't see what was right or wrong when she was involved in his decisions.

Merle was already defensive after his words cornered her. 

Not only was Merle scared for her life because she was lonely and desperate without someone to watch over her.

At the same time, she traveled from village to village by foot, carrying the magic fruits in a large drawstring sack behind her back.

She also gave him this unspoken pressure to live and be with her as one of the  Fallen Watchers. Sire her a child as proof of his love.

Next, they would run away from the rest of the Angel Kind, hide, and live  happily like normal Fairies do as if they were the only creatures left in this world.

Was that what she wanted? 

Nevertheless, Uriel finally has had enough.

"Look at me, Merle.." From her  wrist to her upper arm, Archangel Uriel's fingers slid upwards and spun her around to face him.  Why don't you obey me?"