Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Princess Sapphire's chubby cheeks turned into a darker shade as it flashed horror, fear, then disgust all in one second.

Apollyon lauded her ability to control her expression by abruptly shifting into an impenetrable mask when she regained her composure.

It was a surprise to see his half-sister react quite strongly against the Archdemons.

Apollyon thought she had seen everything as the youngest spymaster in the Summer Courts, and nothing could shock anymore.

Seeing Archdemons in front of her shouldn't faze her at all.

Yet, Princess Sapphire was as disgusted as his wife when the Archdemon of Sloth held the Fae General's decapitated head.

The Archdemon hummed a creepy tune as he swung it around in circles.

Its bloody gash on the neck had splattered blood everywhere.

It turned out that he had given her too much credit.

Apollyon abhorred the smell of the blood because it didn't belong to his mate, but the sight of it made him very aware of where his wife was seated.

As his senses turned hypersensitive, Apollyon's nostrils flared when she caught a subtle scent from his mate—warm vanilla and crushed berries.

His mouth watered.

He gave his wife a quick sideways glance, wondering if she noticed that he desired her blood right then and there.

As if she had heard his thoughts, his wife got up from her space in front of the bonfire and approached him while they laid out the paintings.

The hem of her long skirts shimmying in the breeze exposed her pale thighs.

It made Apollyon's heartbeat quicken.

Apollyon licked his lips and swallowed hard.

It seemed like it was a long time since he last drank his beloved's blood.

He realized it was just yesterday, and it made him feel pathetic.

Apollyon aimed to wait for the duel to end, so he endured his hunger a little more.

After both of them made love at the underground chamber, Apollyon offered his blood to give her new strength, but his beloved rejected him.

He didn't show his disappointment on his face.

Apollyon wouldn't admit this, but his feelings hurt a little from his refusal.

He let out a long exhale as his temples throb with an ache that wouldn't just leave.

Apollyon's hunger intensified as he massaged his brow with his fingers.

If Luna came near him… he might do something he would regret.

His dangerous craving mixed with anger and lust might lead him to hold his beloved's arm and drag her to a nearby tree to have his wicked way with her like a savage.

His frustration made him lust for her blood as if he was possessed by the Blood Beast all over again.

He longed to bite her neck and claw at her dark blue dress to expose her pale chest as scarlet ribbons trickled from the punctured wound of his fangs.

Apollyon held his breath as he fought the urge to do exactly that.

He understood that they were taking too long at the Hypogeum while Princess Ourania and Sir Tristan waited for them in the arena.

His primal instinct whispered in his mind that maybe, his wife did not require drinking his blood anymore after she transformed into an Archdemon.

Now that the dust had settled, a hideous thought had crossed his mind.

Luna could live without drinking his blood to survive while he, a pureblood vampire, remained dependent on her.

If his Familiar decided to steal her away or if she went with the bastard wholeheartedly, Apollyon had no hold on her other than the fact that she could drink no other blood other than his.

Well, she could still drink Ravin's if she longed for the taste.

Unfortunately, Apollyon hadn't found ways to cut their blood bond.

From what he had witnessed at the Massacre at Krinoniapolis, Luna can devour souls to sustain her and give her nutrition.

The unfairness of it made him grit his teeth.

No.

He wouldn't let that happen.

His wife had briefly mentioned that an unknown Archangel had aided her in cutting her soul cord tying her to the Archdemon of Lust.

It was successful.

This was also the sole reason why this Archdemon shifted in Apollyon's form and defiled her.

For revenge.

Maybe, this Archangel Ariel on his mother's wooden painting, this new Guardian of the Garden of the Four Seasons, which Sloth had talked about, can help them break Luna's blood bond with Ravin.

This gave Apollyon hope.

It would be like killing two birds with one stone.

If they successfully found this mythical garden, he could meet Archangel Ariel and asked for her help regarding his wife's soul cord with her Familiar and get rid of Lilith living in her wife's body with the special fruit.

He would save his heiress and his beloved at the same time. It was something to look forward to.

When he unclenched his fists, he willed his tense posture relaxed.

He was glad that Sloth and Ravin' antics of bullying his half-sister urged Luna to return to her seat to accompany Princess Sapphire instead.

Yet, his relief wasn't for long.

Instead of decoding these important paintings, the Archdemon Familiars casually revealed their true identities to Princess Sapphire and Xerxes as if they were discussing the weather.

It was the first time Apollyon saw the fourteen-year-old princess' brown eyes turned to steel.

"This must explain the Ghoul Princes behaved like uncultured swine earlier." Her cold gaze scanned  them from head to toe maliciously, "You, Archdemons, don't choose whom you decided to torment."

Ravin seemed to enjoy this exchange. "Don't worry about that, little girl. We equally hate everyone. I can't wait for all the Archdemons in Hell to move here and dominate this Realm."

"Brother." Princess Sapphire's tone was polite, but she might as well aimed a knife on his rib, "Can  you explain  to me why we are working with Archdemons?"

"I thought the Goddess Hecate told you everything?" Luna asked, confused.

"Well, the Goddess forgot to mention this one tiny little detail." Princess Sapphire said, "I apologize,. But I  want Xerxes and me to return to the Summer Courts."