Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Her husband was patient enough to wait for her to process all of her emotions regarding the horrible events earlier, but she still couldn't help herself from getting flashbacks.

Queen Titania had ordered a Faerie Sentinel to delve through the sand with his bare hands and carry Princess Ourania's broken body in his arms.

She recalled the exact moment where she had stood there with Apollyon, Sloth, Ravin, Queen Titania, and King Oberon in the arena as they surrounded the Faerie Sentinel who lifted the Summer Princess' body who couldn't move an inch of her limbs.

Princess Ourania's wide and round blue eyes—which was similar to her husband's--stared blankly into the vast space of the blue sky as her head lolled to the side.

After Apollyon's mother apologized ten more times, she never said anything other than that after Luna covered her ears and told her to shut up.

Luna had shaken her head in loathing because she didn't want Apollyon's mother to blurt out the 'word' sorry anymore.

It felt so unnatural that it sent shivers down her spine.

Luna was aware that words would soon lose their meaning if the person had uttered them over and over.

To her, it lacked the sincerity she required to forgive the brutal acts she had done.

There would be no question that the Summer Monarchs felt more loyal to their daughter, who suffered from the marriage they had enforced upon her when she was young, compared to their estranged grandson they just met from a closed-off Realm whose father had emotionally abused his mother.

They believed the Summer Princess' old narrative that it was King Gwythyr who drove her insane.

She might feel guilty about what her Familiar had done to Princess Ourania, but she just couldn't ignore the fact that the bitch deserved it.

She had no regrets.

To be honest, Luna's heart softened when she saw how pitiful Princess Ourania's conditions were, but she hardened her resolve.

Sympathy to the opponent was considered a weakness.

Yet, she still had to be grateful that she and her baby had thwarted death.

Far into the future, her suspicious mind flashed her a made-up situation of Princess Ourania luring her in an unknown place for the second time after gaining her trust from that stupid apology.

Then, she would stab her in the stomach repeatedly while she wore that pleasant smile on her face.

Her own blood would spill on the floor while the Summer Princess apologized for the things she had done to her in the past, all the while trying to kill her again.

Since the courtier had declared it himself from the start and the delegate confirmed it at the end when she and Sloth won the duel, all of the Summer Faeries knew about Princess Ourania's murder attempt.

It felt like the loyal subjects of the Summer Realm had already given Apollyon's mother an instinctual pardon after Sloth's merciless beheading of her fiance and Princess Ourania's permanent paralysis.

Her hunch was right.

Every Summer Faerie cast roles for Luna and Apollyon to play—the Villains of the Summer Courts.

They couldn't control their perception of them since this Kingdom wasn't their territory.

The Queen had sent the Summer Princess to the royal infirmary because the stab wounds were taking a long time to heal.

Princess Ourania was one of the Summer Monarchs, and Luna was aware of her strength in Fae Magic.

They found it strange that the gash wasn't knitting together as it should.

From his satisfied smirk at the arena, Sloth wasn't merely jesting when he said that Apollyon's mother was numb from the waist down.

Archdemons always kept their promises.

Sloth also used Archemon magic on King Oberon.

Luna doubted that their royal witch doctors would find the cure for his skin rotting if Fae magic can't regenerate his cells.

Their bet healers can slow the disease down, but King Oberon's days were numbered for his insolence--slapping the Archdemon Prince of the Seven Circles.

Luna exhaled a tired sigh.

When the Summer Monarchs realize that, they would chase them to the ends of the earth to find the cure.

Can the Archdemon provide the antidote, though?

With this blond and green-eyed innocent-faced Archdemon, Sloth didn't act like the man who just unleashed a deadly illness on the Summer King as he climbed on top of the tree and played the trumpets in the apiary to his heart's content.

Large bees swarmed back to their fae-made beehives.

Each of them was the size of the gazebo at the Hedge Maze Garden.

Her victorious Archdemon Familiar halted the trumpet when he saw her staring at him and waved.

Unconsciously, Luna waved back.

His lips curved into a giddy smile before he resumed with his music.

"The Vampire King had already left you with us twice," Ravin murmured behind her.  "Was he too confident not to consider us as a  threat?"

"No." Luna abruptly dropped her smile as she placed her hands behind her back. "His decision to leave me had nothing to do with you, Ravin. This meant that he trusts me."

"Where is he?"

"You have asked that twice. You must hate to be separated from him." She retorted.

"He shouldn't let his guard down and leave his wife to two Archdemons."

"And those two Archdemons were my Familiars. Servants. Never forget that, Ravin." Luna looked over her shoulder before she turned to face him.

"You don't deserve to even stand in the same Realm with me nor breathe the same air as me. Sloth might have made up about two Princes from the Ghoul Kingdom and told the Summer Monarchs. Yet in truth, you have no status here." She said coldly.

"You have told me that, and I'm getting sick of it."

Ravin's body was so tense that it appeared as fury had possessed him.

Luna stood her ground as she tilted her head.

"What are you going to do about it, Ravin?" She smirked, "Kill your wife?"