Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Ravin wouldn't be a threat to us unless we allow him." But, unfortunately, Luna had spoken way too soon that she was forced to swallow her own words.

There were no more words to describe this tremendous blasphemy against the Creator's Archangels that Princess Ourania had unwittingly chosen Ravin, out of all Archdemons, as an instrument.

Luna felt like she couldn't breathe as she crouched alongside Apollyon as they observed the first sketch.

Her vampire eyes could make out what the drawing looked like, but her problem was the details and the colours.

Leaning closer, she instructed Xerxes to shine some light from the torch in his grasp, but her husband beat him to it by summoning the golden orbs around her.

Blue wings.

She bit her lip.

So, she wasn't mistaken.

Luna's jaws hung open, and until now, she couldn't bear to shut it.

She couldn't take her eyes off the image of Ravin imprinted unto the damp scroll.

The wrinkles on Ravin's brows appeared like they were going to stay there for good.

He was as bewildered at this image as she was that they even rubbed their eyes in unison, making sure that they had seen them clearly.

"Is that me? That old sketch resembled my face too much that it looked like the Summer Princess had seen me before."

"That's not you. You are an Archdemon, Ravin." Instead, it was Apollyon who shattered any delusions Ravin had with his savage response. "If you forgot that, I would take it as my responsibility to help you remember."

Why did the Archdemon of Gluttony have glorious angel wings of every blue shade instead of the dark and leathery bat-like wings behind his back?

Was this a sign that Princess Ourania's intuition had gone incredibly haywire that she couldn't distinguish an Archdemon from an Archangel?

Were they even certain that this was indeed Ravin when they could only a sketch of his upper body as he stood with his back turned away from the viewer?

The 'Ravin' drawn on the parchment was a great copy of the real Archdemon of Gluttony as he turned his head and looked over his shoulder to stare at them with his bright golden eyes.

His pupils turned into familiar reptilian slits.

Even his high cheekbones and sharp chiselled jawline was accurate and drawn to perfection. Apollyon's mother was a talented artist, but it didn't come closer to the real thing.

"Princess Ourania must have thought that I was an Archangel in disguise." Ravin smiled at her in amusement, "What do you think?"

Luna replied as she gritted her teeth in annoyance. "I think that she got it all wrong, and she simply made a mistake."

"How can you explain the blue feather attached to my necklace then?" Ravin showed her the necklace as if it wasn't visible enough. "In this sketch, I owned the feathers of the same colour."

"It's a mere coincidence." Apollyon's tone was final.

From his glower, Luna could tell he was close to ripping Ravin's parchment into pieces if he said another word about being an Archangel. "You said it yourself that Rere had given you that item. It didn't belong to you in the first place."

She could sense a dull ache in her temples.

Princess Ourania had done this sketch before she knew about the presence of Archdemons in the Summer Castle.

Luna shook her head about how confusing this was while her husband was quiet as he rubbed his chin in contemplation.

Maybe, Apollyon was coming up with theories or hidden meanings he could think of.

Luna recalled at the Faerie Tea Party that Queen Titania and King Oberon have recognized how Luna and Apollyon looked like because of these paintings, which she hadn't seen yet.

Her gaze skimmed on the next two pieces. to get rid of the goosebumps on her skin vanish from staring too much at Ravin's angel wings.

Princess Ourania had drawn Apollyon intricately as if she had spent a long time with it compared to the others.

He was the focal point of the parchment who buried a claymore on the snow-covered ground of the Vampire Realm.

Her husband had worn thick and heavy metal armour while his dark hair and his purple cape came flying to the right, indicating the direction of the arctic winds.

A falcon settled on his shoulder plate, and a sole winter tree stood behind him.

His Prussian Blue eyes were a shade darker than his mother.

On the last parchment was Sloth, wearing a loose and long-sleeved tunic, a cloak and a hat which matched his dark green eyes as he carried a goblet in his hand.

Sloth's blond hair was noticeably longer than the present, but his face was still the same.

How can Princess Ourania draw her husband and the Archdemons well even if she hadn't met them yet at that time where she created these artworks?

What other things was she capable of as Hecate's failed oracle and what if she made this under Caelano's influence?

She could ask that question herself a thousand times and she still couldn't answer it.

Her lips pressed together in a slight grimace when her thoughts kept bringing her back to Ravin.

The implications that this Archdemon could be an Archangel bothered her.

She thought of when Ravin saved her and took her to his Castle in the First Circle of Hell.

How else can he survive licking the potent Angel's Dust all over her skin without getting sick by the poison?

Hypothetically, if Ravin used to be an Archangel before he became an Archdemon, then that meant he had a few immunities against them.

Was that it?

She thought of another angle to explain this situation.

Yesterday, Princess Ourania hadn't welcomed the three of them at the Summer Castle except for the King and Queen.

Luna already half-expected that the Summer Princess couldn't bear to show her face after her attempted murder.