Hell's Consort

Chapter 360 - Self-Proclaimed Genius

Chapter 360 - Self-Proclaimed Genius

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"The Faerie Prince even went as far as using glamour to their entire surroundings once they leave a place so that creatures who have spied on them would lose their path and go crazy. We have used a massive scale of magic every night so that we could be successful with our mission." Apollyon began, but his smirk turned into a frown when Luna pulled her foot away, and Apollyon's soles touched the thick wooden floor of the docks.

Hmph.

His wife was no fun today, refusing to play along!

Brushing his disappointment aside, Apollyon continued with his story, "The Demonic Faeries might have killed unicorns at the start, but later on, they became more aggressive, more savage, killing other faeries for no reason in retaliation for their missing cult members we have already captured. We made it in time when we captured Lilith's Conjurer before it became a full bloody war."

Luna licked her lips as she watched his mouth, "Did Lilith come to find out your secret mission?"

"Lilith knew, but it was too late for her to do something. We had captured her conjurer before the Archdemon of Envy could get her hands on her and took over the cult to build her Archdemon Army." Apollyon grasped her fingers and lifted them through his lips, not breaking away from their intense eye contact.

He kissed each of them with a slow thoroughness that he could sense Luna's sweet anticipation at the back of his mind. "After that, King Zephyr, Prince Aspen, Cederic, and I found a way to befuddle her mind with magic. We had her chained at the basement along with our captured demonic faeries and completely at our mercy where she couldn't use Archdemon Magic."

Her skin was warm against his lips, and Apollyon's tongue dared to lick a single stroke at the back of her hand.

Luna's green eyes darkened with hunger as she glanced around them.

A surge of spring faeries in their festive floral gowns had arrived at the location for the 'Ostara' as they roamed around the docks and looking for their table reservations.

His wife pulled her hand back and held it close to her chest.

Breathless, she asked, "Where did Prince Aspen and Cederic dispose of the dead bodies?

"Honestly, I don't know, and I'm not interested in them. The fewer people who knew what had been done to them, the better. My best guess is that all of them might be carried off into a secluded place and burned to erase their horrible demonic deformities from the Faerie Realm's knowledge."

"They became sacrifices to the Archdemons," Luna replied, oblivious of the faeries hovering around their table. "They can either turn to fledgeling Archdemons or food for other demons to increase their strength and level up in the hierarchy."

Well, of course, his wife knew about things in Hell.

He could not relate for the life of him.

Apollyon felt left out and it irked him that Luna had experiences he wasn't familiar with.

Apollyon scowled at the spring faeries behind them, checking them out as if they were waiting for Apollyon and Luna's acknowledgement to pull them out of their interesting conversations in exchange for small talks.

He waved his hand at them in dismissal, hopefully informing them that he and his wife are busy seducing each other in broad daylight and they couldn't be disturbed.

Apollyon might have held his death glare back, but he magnified his unapproachable aura instead, filling the space above them in the dark, ominous wisps of smoke.

"You sounded like an Archdemon."

"You did great, husband." Luna ignored his remark. "Everything is clear to me now."

"You can ask me anything, wife." Apollyon's voice was as alluring as his caresses in the night. "I will never shy away…from your queries until you are…satisfied."

"I'm...sorry." Luna didn't seem to understand his sexual innuendo. "No matter... how hard I try, I couldn't...be transparent to you... as you are."? She glanced down on her trembling hands settled in her lap. "I don't want you to...burden you with my memories....of torment and other—"

Here they go again!

"You are never a burden." Apollyon sighed, "Please stop this before I get angry."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. You are not a burden, alright?" Apollyon said patiently. "You make it sound like I couldn't handle you and your truth."

He hated how his wife was about to cry for the millionth time this week.

Her sensitivity must be due to pregnancy.

"I can handle you, wife." It was up to Apollyon to be understanding of his wife's strange moods. "I will accept whatever memory you wanted to show me. It already happened. It's not like I can do anything about it."

"Knowing you, I'm sure you are going to blame yourself for not protecting me." She had bowed her head, her silver strands covering her face. 'I'd rather not."

Apollyon knew deep inside that he will blame himself for her suffering, but he wasn't going to mess up and admit it, or else she wouldn't want to share her memories in Hell anymore.

He responded, "Take your time. I wouldn't force you." Apollyon? said soothingly, "I'm sure you would tell me in the future if you trusted me enough."

"Thank you for saving me using Lilith's conjurer and exorcising the Archdemon soul from me. It was the best plan you could come up with at that time, and it wasn't right for me to blame you for the death of the demonic faeries when you had no other intention but to bring me back." As she sniffed, Apollyon swore he saw a single tear fell. "It might be selfish of you—of us—but we had no other choice. If Lilith had successfully taken over my body and create her own Archdemon Army in this Realm, trouble would escalate far greater than this."

"At least, you and the rest have kept this complicated situation hush-hush." Luna raised her head, peering at him beneath her long lashes,? "It was a smart decision for the greater good before it became worse."

Apollyon joked, in an attempt to make his wife smile again, "I'm a genius, aren't I?"