Hell's Consort

[A/N] If you see me not updating, please know that there is something wrong with me. The author is not being lazy, just sickly.  I went to the doctor the other day and was diagnosed to have PCOS (Polycystic ovary syndrome)  since I didn't have my period for the last six months and I just got the courage to go to the gynecologist. I had to drink medicine for six months to train my ovary to bleed again. After five months, my period started yesterday and I feel like hell. I apologize for the inconvenience and please don't buy privilege anymore so that you don't waste money on slow updates:,(

Newest Chapter for the Highest Tier (February 2022)

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Archdemon of Gluttony

  Prince Ravin of the First Circle of Hell

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Ravin released a pained groan not until his severed arm dropped to the floor.

Yet, that was the least of his concerns. The Great Hall was soon flooded with his blood.

The weaker fae servants who had stayed with them in the large room might get exposed with demonic ichor, turning into demons themselves.

That might also include the Vampire King if he wasn't in control of his faculties.

All of his muscles tightened as his alert gaze fell on Apollyon's dazed eyes.

He appeared like he didn't care at all if he turned into a demon-like Ravin and their mate.

Due to the properties of Ravin's blood, he could heal any sort of physical injury in mere seconds, including deep cuts, organs, chunks of flesh, and even a severed head as long as the weapons used weren't angel blades coated with their sacred blood.

Demons didn't have the heart to debunk the fact that cutting their heads off could destroy the forms they had assumed on earth because their Kind's pleasure was derived from watching the horrified eyes of those who tried and failed.

It made the Demon Kind shiver with glee to eliminate such people.

The Vampire King might have sliced one of his limbs but Ravin was able to repair it immediately the same second he sliced his arm off faster than the bastard could react to.

As Apollyon continued to use fae magic spells on him while ignoring the venomous bite he had inflicted, Ravin could somehow feel that his earthly form was bleeding from the inside.

His binding oath with Amare was acting up again. Muttering a string of curses from the affliction,  Ravin willed his body to heal in a short time and advanced towards him with the Archdemon blade in his bloody hand.

He clenched his teeth as he continued to swipe at him while he dodged every attack.

The Vampire King wasn't to be underestimated. He had been drinking Amare's Archdemon blood for months but as the child-birthing neared, he had tried to lessen his urge.

As an Archdemon Familiar, he knew he had no say in things regarding his mate's decisions with his husband.

He was just there to pick up the pieces, just in case, their mating bond was cut off.

All Ravin did was observed his surroundings and fulfill his mate's every wish except leave her alone.

Ravin was aware that Apollyon didn't want Luna to be weak—His eyes widened in understanding.

At that moment, Ravin had a sudden realization.

Not only was Lilith and the babies were making her weak, but the Vampire King was also one of those people who was killing her slowly.

Maybe, Apollyon had caught unto it and allowed Ravin to sustain Amare with his own Archdemon blood despite his outrage and resentment.

While the others stood there, watching fallen charred metal, shattered glass, wall tapestries, ragged cloaks, and torn fabrics shrink and melt into thick, ink-black streaks as they lay on the ground, Ravin decided to summon Hell Knights of his own.

It was becoming clear to him that he couldn't do this alone—not when he still felt like the binding oath Amare had forced him to promise crippled him so bad.

Hell Knights were a unique breed of lesser demons born from Hellfire.

Well, he could just increase the number and make them cling their flaming tentacle limbs on the Vampire King's body and burn him that he might as well have sent the bastard to Hell.

Would he still get around it if his Hell Knights were to kill the Vampire King?

It wasn't like he would be the one who will end him since his Hell Knights would do the dirty job.

Still, he almost hesitated since he was afraid that he would be punished severely by his mate if she survived the childbirth and found out about it.

A mighty roar of flames spiraled upwards.

Before Ravin could change his mind, Hell Knights emerged from the blazing Hellfire licking the pile of bricks, walls, and ceilings that had collapsed on the cracked floor.

He had merely entertained the idea but it seemed like his demonic servants understood him without a word.

It almost appeared poetic how the forked flames formed into soldiers, moving as fluidly as water.

Apollyon continued to teleport while the Hell Knights moved in supernatural speed.

Their fiery-orange colored eyes lasered on the Vampire King before their tentacles latched unto him.

Their menacing aura evoked fearful, heavy, and thick dark red miasma to shroud them, causing the servants to bend over and curl inward from the physical pain.

If Ravin couldn't rein the Hell Knights he summoned, they might start possessing these creatures and create havoc in the Autumn Courts and if the Vampire King was a high-ranking angel or possessed by an Archdemon, he could physically overwhelm the Hell Knights.

Sometimes, Ravin wondered why the Vampire King couldn't just lose his consciousness with a simple Archdemon spell he used.

Why did this madman have to put up a bloody fight?

Maybe, he had the resilience of a weed.

The Vampire King halted from the intense collective gazes of the lower-ranked demons.

Like him, the Hell Knights also have incredible regenerative abilities far superior to the Vampire King because of what they were made of.

Apollyon screamed as his pale skin burned in Hellfire.

Hopefully, he wouldn't die and this would be enough to subdue him for yea—months before he could fully recover.

However, Ravin tried another angle and attempted to manipulate the Vampire King's mental state if he could.

He would just like to see if some of his brother, Luxen, had somehow possessed Apollyon.

Of course, a powerful demon like him could notice if the Archdemon of Lust was cloaked, somehow, unless he had tricks up his sleeve that he didn't know about.

He was certain he could evict Luxen from his host and banish him to Hell if push comes to shove.

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