Hell’s Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (November 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Since everyone who attended the Council Meeting knew about the tragic Fate Luna would face, Queen Morgan had handed Apollyon a gift to cheer Luna up.

Later, he realized that it wouldn't make a difference when his wife was bedridden.

Hopefully, the scent of autumn flowers in this vial would make her feel better and produce some progress in her hopeless condition, even if the Three Fates had predicted the future.

For a long time,  the freezing winter nights had encouraged the Autumn Fair Folk to wear scarves underneath their cloaks along with so many layers of garments so that they could handle the seasonal transitions well.

Apollyon had felt the winter solstice's toothy bite outside Hazelnut Manor, but it was one he could endure.

He had a vampiric Summer Fae in his blood, but it wasn't the Kingdom he had grown up in.

Apollyon and his pureblood ancestors had lived in the arctic tundras of the Vampire Realm, so the seasons didn't bother him as much as the Spring and the Summer Faeries would be if they were here.

Luna, his wife, was a different story.

The sight of her being healthy during her pregnancy would have brought warmth and joy to his heart, elevating his spirit like a sun in the bright sky, but what happened was the exact opposite.

It hurt to see her like this.

He would rather stand where she couldn't see him right away when she opened her eyes.

Apollyon's vision blurred as his fingers curled into fists.

He stood beside her bed, fighting from the tears that burned his eyes.

He couldn't bear to show Luna how weak he felt at that moment.

It was fortunate that Luna was asleep.

Her closed eyelids had formed silver crescents on her pale, gaunt cheekbones that were once vibrant with her blush every time he showered her with surprise kisses in the morning.

Now, the expanse of her smooth pearly skin was grey and pallid, as if a demonic parasite had slowly sucked the life out of her.

It was true, though.

Apollyon's eyes widened slightly at what he had seen, yet he also noticed another thing, shifting his reality into its axis.

Her stomach was too big from the usual pregnant women he had seen around the Vampire Realm, which affirmed the three Fate's prophecy that she was going to birth twins.

One was a vampire babe, and the other was a demon child.

His fingers clutched his wife's blankets and lifted them so he could check out what was underneath. 

Like him, the maidservants made sure that his wife was warm.

The sight of her wrapped in multiple silk nightgowns worn over the other made him purse his lips.

'There shouldn't be a need when we are both vampires.' Apollyon frowned at the thought.

His eyebrows raised on the wool mittens that clutched the duvet loosely.

It was peculiar that Luna wore a coat and a hood despite lying in their canopied bed.

'Couldn't she stand the chills any longer?'

Apollyon glanced around the royal bedchamber, and on the right side, he found a wide fireplace almost the size of a child's coffin, lit with large logs.

He shook his collar to prevent the shirt from clinging to his sweaty chest.

God's blood!

This must be the reason why it felt stuffy in here.

A sliver of light shone unto his wife's growing belly from the heavy curtains by the window.

Apollyon had settled his palm lightly on top of it to feel its warmth, but the rest of Luna's body was as cold as a tombstone.

Pregnancy was supposed to be this beautiful miracle of life.

Disturbed by the million regrets he had, Apollyon exhaled a harsh breath.

Because of the Archdemons' doing, creating his wife had turned into this grieving process.

He released the blanket and let his clenched fists fall to the side.

Despite the pain that slowly turned into bruises, discomfort, and the challenge that came with it, Apollyon was determined to nurture and care for his pregnant wife and their child.

Luna was still here in the Material Realm, wasn't she? They still have the power to beat the odds.

To beat 'Fate' itself.

It must be challenging to endure feeling two small creatures grow within her and not have the opportunity to raise them just because of the Three Fates.

Luna had suffered because of him.

What can he do to make up for it?

She was drinking his blood for three.

As a responsible husband, he couldn't ask to feed on her because he valued her health rather than his thirst.

As he licked his mouth, Apollyon savored the taste of liquor in his tongue before he bent his head down to kiss her lips.

A few passive kisses stirred his desire to live and made him erect.

His passionate emotions surged as his loving thoughts danced around the evergreen forest of his mind with delight.

Luna didn't tell him anything, but when he kissed her, he would be fooling himself if he believed that his wife didn't notice him chugging wines in the Autumn Courts to quench his thirst before he went home to her.

Awoken by his passionate kiss, Apollyon drowned into the emerald eyes of his sleeping beauty.

"The skin around you your nape and shoulder is taking its time to heal, beloved." Apollyon murmured as his fingers caressed the said area as if she was made of fine china. It was never his intention to make her bleed so that she would suffer from these horrible sores. "I should have never drank your blood." 

"I think… I can manage." Luna croaked, her dry blue lips cracking from the effort. Her eyelids were hooded. Not because she was trying to be seductive, but she couldn't open her eyes for too long. "I just feel tired from the pregnancy, that's all." 

"I don't know how you can say that you are merely tired from the pregnancy when you look like death, itself, wife."