Hell's Consort

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The Empress Luna

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Luna sighed and got comfortable by changing her position.

Facing him, Luna whispered, "You are the Grim Reaper. The Angel of Death. You are Archangel Azrael."

Luna had a feeling this was going to be a long conversation.

She straightened her spine and sat cross-legged inside the glass bubble the Archangel had trapped her.

He didn't deny nor affirm her suspicion, but instead, he replied, "Immortals don't really care who I am, but they will when they are killed with specific weapons."

"What if you can't find that person in forty days, then what?"

Azrael's thousand eyes blinked in synchronicity that was microseconds apart, which made it look creepier.

Glancing away for a while in discomfort, Archangel paused before he replied, "It led to consequences such as these."

"What do you mean?" Luna scratched a cheek as she narrowed her eyes at him, just noticing that she had already adjusted to his thousand voices. "Would you care to elaborate?"

"Am I going to perish soon that was why you are taking my soul to—where?" She frowned even though she found the irony hilarious. "To Hell, where an Archdemon should belong?"

"It's not you." Azrael rolled his thousand eyes as he added, "I'm talking to someone else in particular."

Luna waited for him to elaborate, but he stopped at that.

"Where do you Archangels live?" Luna prompted. "Archdemons have Seven Circles of Hell, so I assume—"

"We also have the Seven Heavens." The Archangel Azrael replied. "I live at the Seventh Heaven, Araboth, where the Throne of God and the Tree of Life existed, but sometimes I stay with the other Archangels on the Fourth Heavens called Zebul."

"Are you sure that it's alright to reveal Archangel Secrets to an Archdemon?"

"Not that Archdemons would get past the lowest Heaven." Archangel Azrael's thousand smiles bore a hint of mockery and arrogance. "You should remember that I was the Archangel who had sneaked inside your chamber one time. I can enter Hell whenever I want."

"You are that white dove flying into the ceiling that shifted into that angel who led me back to the Vampire Realm." She gasped. "You guided me to that well beside Ravin's ancient hanging tree."

From his blood-curling literal form, Azrael had made her life so much simpler when he decided to morph into someone easy to stare at or perhaps, Luna had done more than staring.

Archangel Azrael became too easier to look at.

The Archangel flew inside the Bardo Sigil to stand in front of her, filling her vision with his large outstretched wings.

Her eyes widened in surprise as exhilaration raced through her.

Luna watched how incredible and strong it appeared to be despite how soft the feathers were.

Sucking in a breath, Luna leaned one palm behind the bubble in shock that she almost rolled with it.

The Archangel had transformed without warning.

Azrael raised a hand which made the glass orb stay still.

She was terrified by the sheer power of him when he had shown his true form beforehand.

Now, that he appeared like a man with angel wings, Luna's terror had been muted, but she couldn't deny the power emanating from his aura.

Archangel Azriel had shown himself in ghastly apparitions and angelic shadows, but when he resembled flesh and blood in her eyes, Luna's view on him changed.

The blond Archangel was taller than any male Luna had seen before, and they were tall in their own right.

They were Kings with muscular forms.

Warriors.

Immortals.

Archangel Azrael had long, and dishevelled ash-blond hair swept aside to reveal the sharp angles of his face.

He had high cheekbones and had gunmetal grey eyes similar to storm clouds.

His beauty was cold, detached and brooding.

It was a lethal beauty of a conqueror.

He wore a black hooded cloak on his shoulders, but it didn't cover his symmetrical abs.

Archangel Azrael's left hand had held a roll of old parchment.

He was too close for comfort in front of her.

It was awkward that the glass bubble she was in was levelled to his waist down to his sandals.

Luna glanced up to stare into his piercing eyes.

"I gave you my feather to thwart evil spirits." He waved a dismissive hand and said, "Archdemons."

"I am the Evil Spirit," Luna admitted. "I am an Archdemon."

There was a little spark of surprise in those cold grey eyes. "I meant Lilith. I bothered Luxen that night so he could protect you."

His mouth curved as if he thought about something funny. "Anyway, I thought you hated calling yourself an Archdemon."

"I accept the truth when it hit me like a slap to the face." Luna stretched her wings slightly in the tiny space of the blue orbs for the Archangel Azrael to see.

Damn it!

She couldn't even use this baggage to fly, and Luna had the gall to show it off to an Archangel.

Archangel Azrael respectfully regarded them with a tiny bit of interest as his own golden-tipped wings arched gracefully behind him.

He rubbed his chin in contemplation. "There is a difference between a mature Archdemon and a fledging Archdemon who only had the blood of Archdemons running through their veins."

"You mean there is a way to get rid of being an Archdemon?"  Her stomach tightened at the Archangel's sudden declaration.

Eyes widening in shock, Luna said, "The Creator had told me that before I arrived here."

He raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "It is an Archdemon magic given to you by Luci so it can also be an Archdemon magic taken from you."

Chills fingers trailed over Luna's spine when she heard that.

"The diabolical magic was quick to latch onto your soul because you had exchanged blood with an Archdemon which bonded you to them. The moment you break that blood bond is also the day where you will be free from this evil."

Luna's mind raced for possibilities to get rid of Archdemon's blood inside her system, "Can you help me get rid of this affliction?"