Hell's Consort

(edited this chapter and the previous one because i find it ugly)

Newest Chapter For the Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"Something about my personality must have given it away even if I tried my best copying that bitch." Lilith tossed her silver hair back and shook her head. Apollyon didn't know why but he could tell the difference between two women even if they shared the same body.  "Unfortunately, your wife can't even differentiate her husband from a shape shifter when she should have. That would have been more obvious than me taking control of her vessel. Not only was she stupid.  It meant that she didn't adore you as much as I do that she couldn't even be bothered to examine whether she was having sexual congress with her real husband or not."

Apollyon bellowed. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

How dare she insult his wife like this?

Lilith clicked her tongue and regarded him with mock pity. "You should know that when you love someone more, Apollyon, you lose."

He can clearly envision Lilith's alluring face in his mind overlapping Luna's countenance like a mask. If both women were flowers, he would describe Lilith's beauty as Venus Fly Trap compared to Luna—his wild Lily of the Valley.

Of course, he would notice if the Archdemon of Envy had taken over his wife's physical vessel.

As the King of the Vampire Realm, he was taught to observe the mood in every room he walked into and read everyone in it—every nuance of their expressions, the tone of their voices and their body languages—to create the best deals and negotiations with people--especially aristocrats and monarchs--where he surely got the upper hand.

He might be blind when it came to Lilith's possession of his wife if not for his military general and Prince Aspen.

Yet, now he knew better than letting his sexual desires prevail over his logical and objective mind.

"I remembered—" It was Ravin who just told him the same thing back at the cave, but he wasn't about to tell her that because Lilith might use that knowledge as an advantage"—someone told me what you said just now. Our love isn't a game. It's not about winning or losing. It doesn't matter to me even if I give her more  than what she was willing to give, take less than what she had taken  me. Our love for each other is mutual and reciprocated. We don't need to count every little thing. When I learned how to love, I love freely without holding back a part of me because I trust that she loved me too." Apollyon explained to her, but he doubted the Archdemon of Envy would understand.

She can't even comprehend a simple word like 'NO'…or was she too full of herself that she couldn't accept his rejection as the Vampire King when all of the aristocrats in the Vampire Realm—including his Father, King Gwythyr—was charmed by her charm and 'intelligence'?

Perhaps, it was just the fulfilment of her role as the Vampire Realm's Virgin High Priestess purely for a vampire male's fantasy—a special and untouched source of magic blood.

Most of the men in the Vampire Realm placed her on this pedestal and boxed her identity into this false innocent image— a mask she couldn't keep up for long.

Lilith raised a questioning eyebrow at that. "Sometimes, I wish that you were an idiot like your father so that I can seduce you with my charms without breaking a sweat. I only have to bat my eyelashes and then you would do everything I say."

"I wish you would shift your obsession to King Gwythyr until his death so that you would leave me the fuck alone!" Apollyon snapped at her.

Her green eyes were feverish and bright as she clapped her hands in excitement, "Can't you see that you are meant to be, Apollyon?"

Lilith's desperation added fuel to the fire raging in his veins, and all he could see was red when he said in a guttural roar.  "Go back to whatever hole you have crawled out of and return my wife!"

"Why would I?" Tucking a stray strand of silver hair behind her ear, Lilith asked coyly, "When I want to thoroughly enjoy your cock for the first time?"

Then, she tilted her head and smirked. "From our clothes I could tell we just did something interesting?"

That question gave him enough reassurance.

The switch had happened after his wife had fainted.

He was grateful that he hadn't attempted sexual congress with the Archdremon of Envy without his notice.

Still, he was so close to seeking vengeance as he moved slowly and deliberately towards her like a predator.

"You disgust me."

"Ah-ah." Lilith, inside Luna's body, wagged a finger in front of his face as she gave him a hard smile.  "It's just the same quim  your wife possessed, Apollyon."

She leaned in aggressively as if to challenge him and winked, "It's nothing to be disgusted about when Luna and I share the same physical vessel."

Gritting his teeth, Apollyon squeezed her arm to the point of bruising. "You don't have the  right to utter her name!"

"Say that again and I will kill the babe." Lilith stroke one palm over her baby bump, drawing his attention to that spot.

"Husband." She emphasized the word the way Luna used to call him as she waved a hand in dismissal. "Try me."

Apollyon kept his face blank as his lips pressed into a grim line.

His mounting frustration over Lilith controlling his wife's body almost caused his thoughts to blank.

What should he do?

Well, hurting his own wife's body was out of the question.

It wasn't like he could destroy Lilith without destroying Luna.

He scowled at her in suspicion.

There was something mind-boggling about the Archdemon of Envy not running away from him and attempting an escape.

What did she want from him?

He felt angry at himself because he couldn't do anything more except extract information from the Archdemon of Envy while she was still in the mood for a conversation.