Hell's Consort

Chapter 838 (14)

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (January 2022)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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The dark surroundings brightened up as sconces on the wall lit up with blue fire as they strode in the long hallways.

Luna's pulse raised.

She was starting to get dizzy and claustrophobic with every step.  It wasn't wide as she would have liked despite the distance between the walls.

Goddess,  it can perfectly accommodate them enough even if her husband stretched both arms and walk together side by side.

The only thing that kept her grounded was the warm hand that had enveloped hers and the light, affectionate scratches of his thumb on her cold skin.

Something else boggled her mind as well.

Unknown Fae couples had greeted them with discreet bows and curtsies as the lovers enter and exit these strange rooms.

Were these pair who visited these available rooms, husband and wife, like Luna and Apollyon?

She guessed not. Perhaps, these aristocrats were intimate with other people, exchanging their life partners for someone else as if they were objects that had been used well and given away.

After glancing around to see if Fae aristocrats were out of earshot, Luna mused softly, "It seemed like commitment was never taken seriously in the upper class, Apollyon."

These ladies and gentlemen made 'cheating' and 'having trysts' a casual affair.

They didn't care about the scandal as if there was a written rule that it wasn't for the married individuals.

It was frowned upon but they can participate in it all they want without being torn to shreds with backlash but malicious gossip will definitely be part of it.

Sneaking around these secret rooms, afraid to be caught by their wife or husband, must be a pretty common occurrence.

At least, Luna was having a rendezvous with her mate and not anyone else as they traipsed around the place.

She jutted her chin haughtily when she realized she had nothing to feel guilty about and ashamed about being here.

"Yes. The absence of morality in these halls is astounding but should you be the one to judge and point fingers."

,m As her lips parted in astonishment, Luna hesitated, wondering if she had misunderstood before asking,

"And your point is?" She tugged at his hand impatiently, forcing him to look into her eyes.  "That I am also immoral like them just because I carried another child within me? You still hadn't moved on from that?"

Finally, Apollyon looked at her after what seemed like an eternity for he was staring at a point in the distance before that.  "Nothing."

Almost snarling, she pressed on. "What are you really trying to say?"

"Let's not talk about that anymore, wife." His tone was final.

"You better answer me properly, husband, or I will force myself to give birth right here, right now, just  to spite you." Loosening her hold, she pulled at her hand while the other one clasped Apollyon's wrist in her wish to break them apart. But her husband was stronger than her.  "These pointed accusations offend me. It will never end until  you stop." She said through gritted teeth.  "And you dare to tell me it's nothing when you angered me so?"  Her voice rose with every spat as she stomped her foot. "You will succeed to make me feel guilty at first in bringing that up but  now, I just want to leave you here."

"You're stuck with me forever so shush now, beloved." He pulled her close to his chest and bent down to kiss her forehead to pacify her flaming emotions. "If you think I am being rude, I apologize."

She buried her face in his chest as he continued to stroke her head and back.

Every inhale of his lavender and pine cone scent on his black-leather coat relieved her stress—the stress that her husband caused just now.

It would only be right for him to provide a cure to the poison. "Don't stomp around that violently or you will drop our heiress on the floor, wife."

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Luna and Apollyon had passed by a suite of rooms until he stopped at the last door, which had the crest of Hazelnut Manor and the crown insignia carved on it, at the end.

Apollyon opened it with a set of keys he carried in his pocket.

The floor was covered with rugs woven in shades of gold and gunmetal grey.

A massive mahogany bed with carved posts of deities was placed at the centre.

Exhausted from walking while carrying a large bump in her stomach, she left her husband, who had locked the doorknob just in case someone interrupted them in the middle of the conversation, while she sauntered across the room and sat at the edge of the bed.

"I had no idea that these secret rooms like this exist from that small door near the terrace." The atmosphere was spiced with candle wax, flower-scented perfume and the spice of cedar wood which made her assume that Apollyon had unwittingly shown her a high-class brothel. It also reminded her of Apollyon's Consortium in the past.

Luna heard a satisfying click on the lock before Apollyon stalked towards her the way a lion would when he saw a gazelle.  "We had a lot of rooms like this  in the Vampire Realm from the women at my Consortium."

Her response was laced with sarcasm. "And it never crossed your mind to tour the Empress in your own Castle?"

"It's not important." Apollyon knelt in front of her and removed the flat shoes she was wearing to massage her feet.  "I don't have the Consortium." Closing her eyes, Luna almost moaned from how good it felt. "I am perfectly contented in devouring you in my lair. " He drawled as his hands moved deftly on the heel of her left foot with sheer expertise. The circular motions of the pad of his thumbs sent her to heaven. "If you wish a different scenery for sexual congress, I will adhere to it after the childbirth."