Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (November 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"—but it did, Apollyon." But, of course, her husband didn't have to the point that out because it made her feel like she was blind.

Nevertheless, a thin-lipped smile played upon her cold lips as her fingers clutched the duvet. "As an Archdemon and Vampire, Winter shouldn't affect me but it did even if the rest of the creatures around me is functioning well."

As much as he would love to see her happy again, that smile never felt right.

As resolute anger strained against his skin, Apollyon watched every nuance in her expression to see if she forced herself to do this for his sake in hopes that he might divert his worries into something else.

Was this a trick to make him feel better?

He could see right through it, and this false optimism only made him feel worse.

Apollyon immediately told his wife not to smile if she didn't feel like it.

Why would she torture herself if she didn't feel happy at all?

Despite suffering from an extremely low body temperature and anticipating her slow death, Luna still thought she was the luckiest woman in the world just because she could still speak.

'Was there any other way to improve this inner affliction with magic?' Apollyon mused as he stroked her hair gently, recreating that air of intimacy between them after his days of absence from the Hazelnut Manor.

Of course, there was none.

Upon his wife's request, their royal bedchamber had turned into a miniature version of Hell.

Apollyon could even feel how hot it was due to the large fireplace from his side of the bed.

But, unfortunately, it did not affect Luna, which led him to the grudging conclusion that it was either Lilith or the demon child who had caused this.

He would wipe that twisted smile off her face with a warm and affectionate embrace to battle the coldness she felt inside, making her feel what she was going to miss out on.

Since her womb prevented her from turning sideways to face him, Luna's entire body—from her head down to her toes—moved closer until she was clinging unto him.

In her search for shelter in his lovely heat and comfort,  Luna erased the smallest distance between them as if she was a demoness who desired to possess him and turn both of them into this one person.

There was quiet but fierce desperation when she pulled the wool mittens clumsily from her hands so that she could settle her frozen hands on his bare chest.

Perhaps, a few languid kisses could stir his Empress back to life.

His passionate emotions surged as his loving thoughts danced around the evergreen forest of his mind with delight.

Apollyon fulfilled her silent wish to connect with her on a primal level as his bare skin brushed against her thick clothes.

That way, she would never feel alone again.

In reality, she wasn't alone in their royal bedchamber while he was in the Autumn Palace, leading a group of Faerie Knights in a search party on the thick, wild forests they had yet to explore in this Kingdom.

He needed to be there and leave his wife on the Estate.

Queen Morgan had postponed the pursuit of the location of the Garden of the Four Seasons a century ago, so they needed to get their investigations back on track as soon as possible and bring as many as people to help them.

Until now, everything he had done was for her good, so she shouldn't feel alone.

Sloth and Princess Sapphire never forgot to visit her along with the whelp that wasn't a whelp anymore.

In addition to that, Luna was surrounded by her maidservants.

Her beloved husband didn't fail to devote once a week despite Hecate's mission.

"Here you are. You still had the strength to argue with me when you should be closing your mouth." Alarmed, Apollyon sensed that she was too cold to the touch the longer he talked to her after she traced the bright red cheek with the tip of his finger.

All of her movements were slow—from her heart rate, her every inhales and exhales, and the blood flowing under her skin that the green and bluish of her veins were visible.

"Conserve your energy for me, wife." A deep frown.

He had settled a hand on her growing belly, and Luna winced while his eyes widened in surprise.

In that second, both of them had felt something kick.

The thought of being a single father for his heiress terrified him.

Highly strung, Apollyon paused for a moment to calm his unusual nerves before he began, "We are trying our best to look for that magical garden that Archangel had watched over. I know the Archangel  was nearby. I told you three months ago  that I have seen that Angel save Queen Morgan. Both of them appeared out in the clear blue sky before the angel disappeared and let Queen Morgan fall, unconscious. Everything happened too  suddenly but I swore that the Creature I saw had large white wings with my own two eyes. At first sight, I can immediately tell that it was a woman. It gave me the confidence  to believe that it was the Archangel in one of Princess Ourania's paintings we had won from the duel."

"Husband. It's been three months and the condition in the Material Realm had gotten worse. If we can't find that Archangel by the next two months before I give birth, I'm afraid that we cant do anything with the garden anymore. You will have to give up on  those magical fruits if it's already too late to take care of the babies." It was a sluggish response as she burrowed unto the crook of his arm. "I know that  you will insist that you find them even if I'm gone to appease your conscience."

"Once you have it, the guilt and the shame you feel will fester and then, you would only blame yourself." Her eyelids were half-closed as if she was about to fall asleep.

Lethargy hit her hard.

Shivering, Luna whispered, "At that point, I may have gone to the other side. Even if I lose my physical vessel, I will still try my best to come back to you as an Archdemon so you must do everything in your power to take care of our child."  Her hands had stopped caressing his abdominal muscles as if she had gone numb, and it stayed there. "I would create infinite chances for myself to return to you  just as how Luxen summoned these infinite demons for his Legion. It seemed like Hell was a bottomless pit of demon army.  They created a lot of trouble to those Kingdoms that weren't protected with barriers to prevent these evil monsters from coming in."

As he leaned his elbow against the cushions, Apollyon kissed her temple to let her know that it was alright to rest as long as she could come back to him.

Always.

"Even if you are sick right now, trust me that I can change your future into something good. You will experience the best day of your life if you could just stay with me after this.." He promised.