Hell's Consort-Chapter 837 (13)

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<strong>Archdemon Empress Luna</strong>

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Every time Luna fought for her right to occupy what was hers, Lilith would become weaker than before— so weak—that she would cease to exist in this body and this Material Realm.

As long as she gathers her strength and does not lower it down to Lilith's current level, it would be easy to make Lilith dormant like the other baby in her womb.

She closed her eyes, repressed a frustrated sigh and opened them again to gaze at her husband. "I thought we already made peace about what happened between me and Luxen."

At this point, she wasn't even mad.

It was just plain exhausting when he kept bringing that up.

She sincerely apologized and he accepted. "How dare you bring it up again and blame me?" What else was she to do? "I will not reassure you any longer. Feel whatever you want to feel I wouldn't stop you."

Even if her chair was large and heavy, she still managed to drag it closer to the table so that Apollyon's insistent arm of ownership would drop unobtrusively from the back of her chair.

Then, she would tell him she didn't mean it and give him an innocent smile that would linger just enough for him to know that she wanted him to stop.

"I am secure as your mate but I hated to be in this mess. This whole thing." He said quietly and gestured at them who were forced to attend the wine tasting ceremony only to argue in whispers. "It's frustrating, wife."

It actually did nothing to solve their problems and it was sad that they were arguing in the middle of happy Faeries of noble blood.

At her failed attempts of manipulation, wetness had tangled her eyelashes as if she was about to cry. A part of the Archdemon Lilith must have convinced her to see if it worked on her husband. "-"A-are you angry at me, Apollyon?"

"I am not angry at you but I am mad at this situation. The predicament that got us stuck in here." He replied.

'Well, that was a relief.' Luna pondered. 'Powerful men always remember to stay calm on the battlefield but maybe, that wouldn't apply regarding the wife?

"It makes me feel powerless." Apollyon hesitated before adding in a hushed voice, "I apologize if you think I am taking it out on you."

'Again.' But Luna only pursed her lips since she didn't have the heart to say that in his face.

Well, he could tell that to the birds and to the bees or he could shove that up in his ass because it wasn't only him who was frustrated!

Gathering her wits, she wiped the tears leaking at the corner of her eyes and replied with a forced smile. "You can't control your anger about Ravin." Her trembling hands arranged her skirts deftly because she didn't know what to do with them. "Would you be happy if I just died, then?"

When he found an opening, he raised her chin and bent his head down to kiss her upper lip but she gave no reaction. His piercing blue eyes went alert as he looked at her. "Before I answer your question, we need privacy."

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Don't you dare cry here and make me look bad." Apollyon commanded in a low voice laced with glinting laughter. "We had to make a good first impression, at least."

"Where—" He heard her ask with hesitation.

Luna's wary gaze met his but he had already decided to whisk her away from the Great Hall to the balcony by clasping her arm with caution and pulling her to stand.

To avoid further commotion, she got up from her seat but one thing she didn't anticipate was her weak knees. They wobbled as if he was about to collapse at any given moment.

An impatient growl rumbled in his chest as he carried her again like a caveman who found a willing woman to ravish.

Yet, his true goal was to unseat her as the Lady of the Manor from the long table and finish their conversation somewhere else.

The spacious and extravagant room was absent of strong odours and strange smells from the food that had been prepared for the Fae Aristocrats.

All the windows were closed except for the terrace so that it would provide a good airflow inside the Great Hall. Earlier, Apollyon had asked her if she was fine with it being open for the guests to venture out there and have a great look at the vineyard and she reminded him that she wasn't that sensitive to cold anymore unless she skipped with drinking Ravin's blood.

Luna was mildly surprised that there wasn't a lot of Autumn Faeries there.

They passed by a nobleman who inquired about where they were headed when they had just been introduced to society but her husband didn't reply, his gaze shooting through the terrace as if he was an arrow who was aiming for the bull's eye.

It was a shame that out of all the few parties she attended in this Realm, Luna still wasn't used to the art of socializing and involving herself with others.

She didn't actually think that her husband had also managed to catch the same flaw. 𝘧𝚛𝗲𝘦𝚠𝙚𝙗𝙣o𝙫𝗲𝚕.𝐜o𝓂

Well, would it be really hard to act normally?

The guest waited in the middle of the dance floor with them so Luna only replied two words—'fresh air'—out of respect.

She was sorry that she didn't have the time to grace him with a full conversation but the unknown lord nodded his head but not without a sardonic smile on his face.

'The man wouldn't think that she and Apollyon would…'

Luna's skin had turned crimson from head to toe in chagrin.

It was a little embarrassing but it gave her interesting ideas.

Not letting go of her hand, Apollyon led her to a secret doorway found at the left side of the dark terrace.