Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (November 2021 )

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Velvet curtains were trimmed with elaborate fringes while the swags were roped with tassels, adding a casual yet sophisticated note.

Faerie paintings were embellished with gold frames.

Dwarfed autumn blaze maple trees with pink leaves were preserved in glass cases using Fae Magic.

Her lips curved upward in amusement.

Luna was grateful to the gods and goddesses that the maidservants the Queen had picked to aid her were observant enough not to coax her into wearing tight fashionable gowns similar to the Queen.

They knew better than to suggest it because they would have to answer to her proud yet menacing husband, and it wasn't like they were too blinded to see that she was pregnant.

Her gown was loose around her stomach to accommodate her growing belly.

Apollyon and Luna were royalties from the Vampire Realm.

Still, she had no idea if the maidservants treated them the way they would treat a Fall Monarch out of their own free will or maybe it's because these women had witnessed her husband as a conquering hero returning from the battlefield.

In the face of Apollyon's loss of wealth and power in the Vampire Realm, that didn't change that her husband had strong leadership abilities no matter what kind of army he led.

Queen Morgan had seen him in action, establishing a stronghold over the energetic barriers like her, and she considered that an asset if he remained in the Kingdom.

Luna and her Archdemon Familiars were just the icings to the cake.

A sea of cheering crowd followed him in a triumphant parade while he carried Queen Morgan in his arms, covering her head with the fabric he tore from his cloak when he caught her from that deadly fall.

Luna,  Ravin and Sloth were seated on their wing chairs as they watched the scenes unfold from the obsidian mirror at the tower.

Queen Morgan must have been unconscious, and her fox mask had fallen off from the accident.

If the Queen were awake at that moment, maybe she wouldn't appreciate having her loyal subjects see the Queen in such a vulnerable state while Apollyon held her as if she was one of the spoils-of-war.

She recalled how Ravin had asked her if she was jealous at sight.

Luna answered 'no'.

The Queen of the Fall Courts' beauty was otherworldly, but she wasn't threatened at all.

She had briefly explained to the Archdemon about women's instincts.

Luna could feel if someone was interested in her husband with their burning desires to seduce them and steal them away, but she hadn't perceived that with Queen Morgan.

Therefore, her emotions were secure, which kept her jealousy in check.

Ravin nodded his head, accepting her response.

Even if she was surrounded by the striking members of her Cadre, Luna thought that the Queen wasn't interested in males at all.

From the close interactions she had witnessed throughout the Council Meeting, the Queen was never tempted by their charms and well-proportioned physiques.

She found no physical attraction between the Queen and  Sylvain and neither Jora nor Kotari despite standing close to one of them.

Her Cadre can freely come and go to her bedchamber without one Fae Elder raising their eyebrows at how improper it appeared to outsiders.

Well, it wasn't like Luna was the best person to lecture them about propriety when she, an Empress, allowed her husband, the Vampire King, to flung himself to her like a sexual beast during the night.

It was a shock to find out that the Autumn Courts had no King and no heir to succeed the throne.

There was no Monarch aside from Queen Morgan here, and her Cadre was the highest generals in the Hierarchy of the Fall Militia.

The Fae Elders in their Council had served as Queen Morgan's advisers for a long time.

During the meeting, Luna could hear their awe, respect, gratitude and concern towards her even if some disagreements were inevitable.

Everyone knew their role in the Queen's selection.

All of their Council Members were aware of their boundaries, and no one had dared to go overboard with their opinions and suggestions in how to solve the problems their Kingdom had encountered.

Queen Morgan was an Ancient Fae, the heroine who saved the Autumn Fair folk from the Great War.

She had risen to power with her incredible strength, complex magic and her unwavering loyalty to protect her people.

Ravine reclined against the couch with needlepoint pillows placed behind his back to make him comfortable.

The Vampire King gave the blue veil pinned to her high ponytail one last stroke while a cascade of red ribbons extended past the length of her silver hair before his sharp blue eyes rested on the Archdemon of Gluttony.

It appeared like the Vampire King was ready to set aside his differences with the Archdemon to discuss Queen Morgan's recent decision that surprised even her Familiars.

They all must have derived similar conclusions from that shocking reward she planned to give her and Apollyon.

"If Queen Morgan followed through with giving you the status of royalties in the Autumn Courts, what would happen if she perished?" Ravin asked as he casually massaged the downward slash of his brow with his forefinger. Meanwhile, his stoic expression gave nothing away as he stared at Luna. "Do you think she would want you to succeed her throne in this Kingdom?"

For once, Ravin's tone wasn't flirtatious but factual.

Her self-proclaimed Archdemon mate didn't sound like he was trying his luck to get her attention in front of her husband.

"To be honest, I don't think she was even thinking at all." Apollyon rested his hand on top of hers as she settled it on the armrest.  "It was impulsive of her to decide that  the instant she woke up since she was unconscious for almost two days. We were there at the royal infirmary when the Witch Doctors said  that she wasn't harmed from the free fall before I caught her."