Hell's Consort

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The Empress Luna

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Luna glared at him as she righteously complained, "I would have preferred to be greeted 'Good Morning, Bitch!' than a knife on my throat, Luxen."

"Oh, "Luxen nodded as he narrowed his eyes at the knife on her throat as if he was seeing it for the first time.

The man acted like he didn't know why it had gotten there in the first place, piercing her flesh.

Glancing down, Luna noticed that the blade shined with glowing runes at them, which was almost blinding.

Her hand shot up immediately to her throat, and she felt a small gaping hole below her chin that made her eyes widen in panic.

Scowling at Luxen, Luna repeatedly caressed her hand on her throat to get rid of the numbness she felt.

Blood was dripping from her under her chin down to her throat, but she couldn't feel her face.

It had increased as the seconds go by.

Her Archdemon blood had leaked to the messy sheets as it left fresh red stains.

Sloth was a clean freak.

He surely wouldn't like this.

Luna could sense tingles down her spine--a burning in the area--where the tip of the blade had settled.

She wasn't healing like she was supposed to.

It was strange.

Clenching her fists, Luna shook her head to get rid of this paralysis and the poison which had run through her veins so quickly like a snake's venom.

"Luxen." With her eyes darting around the room, Luna's mouth had slackened as she tried to spit the words out of her cracked lips. " What did you do to me?"

"I apologize, Domina." Luxen pressed something at the center of his weapon, and the blade retracted from its handle. "This knife wasn't supposed to be used on you."

Pursing his lips, he paused for a minute before he continued with caution, "I guess I just had this killer instinct every time someone attacks me, and I did it unconsciously."

"I can smell bullshit from miles away, Luxen." Shutting her eyes tight, Luna replied in lethargy as she tried to relax.

She had stopped resisting the poison—whatever it was--, but it was still pure agony to endure them.

Luna gritted her every word even if it will take her a minute to get her threats across, "I. Will. Kill. You. Bastard."

Luxen tilted his head as he observed her with curiosity.

There was no need to restrain her now that Luna was weak, and the Archdemon finally realized this.

He carefully got up from the bed to stand a few feet away from her.

Luxen walked around, examining her from different angles as he held the blade in front of his face.

"This was supposed to be a gift so that you could protect yourself from Archdemons who wanted to hurt you." The Archdemon of Lust clutched the short, silver, triple edged knife as he surveyed it in the dull glow of light from the outside, surrounding the marriage suite.

Luxen shifted his gaze and said calmly, "I have smuggled a high-level weapon for you that could damage an Archdemon long term depending on how deep the blade had pierced an Archdemon's flesh."

"How? Where did you get it?"

"By fucking around some rebellious angels who needed adventure in bed." There was a slumbering heat in those sensual lips. "These lustful angels who had already sinned many times can easily fall under my spell and do whatever I want."

Did this Archdemon think that she would praise him for procuring an Angel Blade for her protection by fucking around?

Luxen smirked as he stared at her form, "--unfortunately, my allure didn't work on you. I need to level up my temptation skills."

Why didn't these Archdemon males understand that they didn't have to 'level up' their seduction?

All they had to do was care for the woman: building trust and investing in loyalty to a connection!

"You hurt me, bastard." She choked the words as she endured the burning of her throat. "And I'm not your wife."

Luna would never claim their mating bond even if there were a silver string of fate attached between them.

Once again, he pretended he didn't hear her.

"If you want to kill a demon, you stabbed it in a lethal area. Archdemons who had eaten a million souls would be immune to this kind of weapon. Lilith might be ruthless, but I doubt she had consumed a million souls enough to be impervious to this."

The Archdemon of Lust should learn his lesson the hard way to never dip his tip to any one of the crazies.

In a split second, Luxen's silver gaze turned into black ice as if he thought of something horrible. "Uncle Satan hadn't started with your training yet, and he might appear out of nowhere. You can use this blade for protection for now."

Luxen was not her husband, but he was determined to use any means necessary to protect her from that bitch Lilith—who he was also sleeping with, anyway--so Luna might as well use him to gain leverage over the other Archdemons.

"Since I'm not sure if you are a full Archdemon now or if you still a Vampire, I wanted to know if how Aangel's blade will affect you in the long run." He murmured darkly as he added with confidence, "I don't think it will cripple you too much since Sloth had mentioned that you still wanted to drink blood even if he suggested trying eating souls like what an Archdemon should do."

So this whole thing was an experiment to figure out the effects of the angel blade on Luna, then?

"Go. To. Hell, Bastard!" Luna cursed with clenched teeth, and Luxen released a dark chuckle.

"Using it on you was worth it now that I don't even have to fight you tooth and nail to bring you to my Kingdom." Luxen shrugged with negligence, "We played a game of chess, and Ravin had lost. You are mine for the first half of the year, Domina."

Luna's skin prickled from Luxen's declaration.

"We will get married first."