Hell's Consort

<strong>Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (February 2022)</strong>

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<strong>Archdemon Empress Luna</strong>

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She didn't finish her words because the large hand laced with hers squeezed  her so hard before Apollyon's knees dropped to the floor beside her as if they had given up on him all of a sudden.

Before she could ask what was wrong with him, Apollyon raised his head, looked at her with Prussian Blue eyes that had turned into glowing rubies.

His claws grabbed her by her legs and she cried out when she fell with him.

Her knees hurt from her landing since she didn't want to hurt her babies in any way now that she felt so close to giving birth.

Luna could feel it in her bones.

Holding her jaw, Apollyon  brought her face close to her and she squirmed against his grip.

His expression didn't seem to look like the husband she knew from the start.

It wasn't obvious but through their link, wrath and blood lust flooded his mind to hers like lava.

In that moment, everything she knew about Apollyon.

His devouring gaze raked underneath her gown and  large paw savagely tore the the front bodice of her gown.

A sound of distress escaped from her lips as she quickly folded her arms over her chest to cover her exposed nipples in front of the guests.

Yes, he was her husband but would she really nod in affirmation if he wanted to rape her in front of everyone just because his lust for blood had ailed her out of the blue?

Apollyon didn't seem to care as his bloodshot eyes tracked her slight movements.

His wine scented breath wafted from her nose. His lips cracked into a sinister grin before his snarling fangs bit her neck.

Upon seeing this, Ravin quickly shot forward that he almost appeared like he was teleporting in mere seconds.

He grabbed her arms immediately from her rabid husband and forced her to stand before he flung her to the side so hard that Luna already braced her huge, pregnant form to shatter the floor to ceiling windows from the Great Hall.

A shiver of panic went through her.

Closing her eyes, she gritted her teeth to brace the impact.

Her scream wasn't quite released from her lips before the hard glass came close to touching her.

Luna heard an almost silent flap of Archdemon wings.

In a split second, she felt a solid chest and stomach cushioning her back.

Peering over her shoulder, she glimpsed the Archdemon who held her in such a secure and comforting grip.

Sloth arrived just in time to catch her from Ravin's seemingly aimless throw.

Frantic, she held on Sloth's shoulders for dear life while he carried her in his arms and carefully descended back to the ground.

Sloth might have felt her shame and discomfort for her exposure and he acted fast, settling her upper body as gently as he could on the  marble floors so that she could lie on her back.

Hunching  in a ball to protect her naked flesh, she found a huge shape looming over between her and Apollyon and Ravin, blocking all the light in her vision.

She couldn't see anymore.

She also didn't notice that she lost her consciousness for a second there.

His sinewy arms stretched towards her so that he could help her secure whatever was left on his gown.

Luna stirred when Sloth's cold hands cradled her ripe body as he whispered in her ear to wake the fuck up.

The mind link with her familiars weren't broken yet and Sloth's concern made fearful prickles on her head.

She was certain that the intense emotions weren't hers.

Ravin distracted his insane husband from killing his pregnant wife and  fought him.

Seizing her husband with both hands, Ravin tackled him in hopes to pummel him to death. Apollyon quickly rolled his back as fast as possible so that he could stand upright.

Confused, she had no idea who to side on in this brawl.

She would have chosen to support her husband above all else but how could she when Apollyon tried to hurt her and their unborn baby?

It was Ravin who managed to save her from the Vampire King's insanity.

What was wrong with her husband?

Seeing her from the corner of his eye, Apollyon stalked towards her and Sloth but Ravin stopped him from advancing further.

She gasped.

From Ravin's glower, it appeared like he was ready to snap her husband's neck into two.

Luna wanted to stop him before it's too late.

Ravin grappled with Apollyon flat to his back and he did it without breaking a sweat.

Apollyon was strong but his half-hooded eyes seemed to hint at intoxication.

Perhaps, it was one of the wines brought by the guests that made him feel like this.

They continued fighting to the floor and attempting to take over each other, crashing a lot of things on the process.

Ravin put all of his strength in his fists before inflicting a massive blow to his handsome face.

His iron knuckles hit his jaw and a steady flow of blood trickled down from the corner of his lips.

The strange thing about this was that Apollyon seemed to be laughing the whole time as if he was enjoying himself. Her husband had lost his mind.

Every furniture and adornments at the Great Hall was already in shambles.

Tables were overturned, the flowers inside the vases were strewn across the floor and wine glasses and bottles had shattered.

Icy tension filled the air and the shrill screams around her sent chills down her spine.

Ravin lifted her husband from the ground and hurtled him across the room to land against the old aristocrats screaming like a sissy.

Luna heard shouts of alarms everywhere that didn't  make sense to her because her blood was too busy roaring in her ears.

Her frightened scream seemed to overwhelm his mind and jar him from the dangerous compulsion.

Ravin finally paid attention to Luna's terrified cries as he let out a menacing growl.

"Take her away."