Hell's Consort-Chapter 871 Baptized By Hellfire

<strong>Newest Chapter for the Highest Tier (March 2022) </strong>

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<strong>Archdemon of Gluttony</strong>

<strong>Prince Ravin of the 2nd Circle of Hell </strong>

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When Queen Morgan, Jora, Sylvain, and Apollyon returned to their camp in the woods, Ravin wasn't convinced that the Vampire King was alright.

He was skeptical that the Cave of Crystals got rid of the Archdemon energy in him completely.

Ravin narrowed his eyes at the venomous bite he inflicted on his shoulder that hadn't completely healed yet as tendrils of dark and red miasma emanated from the eye-shaped center.

He had observed the Vampire King from the corner of his eye while pretending to play with a few fae children around him in silence.

These poor little kids would be baptized in hellfire soon if the Archdemon of Lust surprised them with another demon siege.

He imagined these young faeries getting eaten by the Legion, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Their mothers' dispositions seemed to warm up to him a little after he used glamour to make the most harmless version of him possible.

Ravin shook his head because the Fair folk forgot that he was also an Archdemon.

Maybe, his interactions with Queen Morgan the other night regarding the blue feather necklace made them perceive their non-existent relationship wrong.

The Autumn Queen never dismissed him entirely, even if he was rude.

At least, Queen Morgan didn't feel the need to assert her cold-blooded reputation on him despite his refusal to give her the necklace.

He was currently seated on a large, flat, and smooth stone.

He didn't care about the fae children's little hands clutching at the fabric of his cloak like they wanted to tear it apart and focused on Queen Morgan's conversation with another Fae General instead.

She ordered him to prepare all the Chariots they had used to arrive at Hazelnut Manor.

It made sense.

Those vehicles would get them to their destination faster. Apollyon wouldn't be able to use his teleportation abilities if he didn't know the exact location of the Garden of the Four Seasons.

Hands folded over his chest, Ravin waited for the small group to approach him while seated under a pine tree.

For some reason, Ravin could read the Vampire King's aura and his current emotions—fear for his mate's condition, guilt, and shame for what he had done to her, and of course, revenge to the perpetrators.

Ravin scowled. 'This must be the effect of the demonic poison I have injected unto him.'

What would he do if he found out that his mother and Hephaestus had done it?

Now, it wasn't mere speculation after Princess Sapphire and Xerxes had gathered enough evidence.

Upon seeing the adults with grim faces, the little faeries ran away in fear and made themselves scarce.

When he finally came face to face with Queen Morgan and the others, he expected the Vampire King to explode in anger and blame him for all the circumstances he found himself in, but he didn't.

Ravin's gaze scanned him from head to toe and made it a point to snort.

Mocking him didn't work.

His face was expressionless, his stare was even, and he exuded a quiet arrogance as Queen Morgan, Jora, and Sylvain took a seat around Ravin to form a circle.

It crept Ravin up that the bastard didn't even pick up a fight for what Ravin had done to him at the Great Hall.

Perhaps, the Vampire King still couldn't remember what happened, or he was conserving his energy, somehow, to punch him later.

He realized that Apollyon wasn't fun, so he switched his attention to Queen Morgan.

She had talked about the Archangel in one of Princess Ourania's paintings.

"This is why the Order of the Selcis can see the garden, but they couldn't enter it. The Archangel won't allow it if he thinks the searchers weren't worthy." She explained patiently before throwing Ravin a glance. "Perhaps, the blue feather will help us get in."

He observed her reactions closely when Apollyon mentioned the female Archangel who rescued her when she fell in mid-air.

'The feathers in her wings weren't blue, though." Ravin interrupted, and it earned him a glower from the group.

Apollyon assumed that she was the new caretaker of the Garden of Four Seasons, and he wondered if the Order of the Selcis could affirm this.

Queen Morgan straightened her spine and replied, "I don't know yet because I haven't checked, Vampire King. I told you I have to bring the news to you first."

He glanced at Queen Morgan and suggested, "You don't have to do it personally, Queen Morgan. You could have asked the messenger or a member of your Cadre to do the job."

He could see panic crossing her pale face before it turned as hard as granite.

"How could you—" Sylvain was about to rise from his sitting position to teach him a lesson, but Queen Morgan raised a finger to stop him.

Ravin smirked, already expecting this to happen.

Yet, he was surprised that Sylvain and not the Vampire King interfered.

He usually forced him to appear as docile as a lamb in front of the Autumn Queen.

"Stay away from this, Sylvain." She said calmly without removing her gaze from Ravin. "I'll handle him myself."

Sylvain pursed his lips and remained seated on the dead log.

"I will do what I want without your permission, Archdemon." She rested her hand primly over her the skirts of her white gown.

Perhaps, the trouble he wanted to stir wasn't grand enough.

"Do you know an Archangel Uriel, Your Highness?"

A pregnant pause.

Her countenance was now devoid of emotion.

A blank slate. 𝒇r𝙚𝙚𝓌𝙚𝑏𝗻𝑜𝘷𝗲𝘭.c૦𝑚

Queen Morgan's reaction was too suspicious for her good.

She tilted her head curiously. "What about him? I haven't met an Archangel by that name."

"I saw a vision of you and him when I got this feather necklace from Rere."

Her golden eyes shone so brightly, and sharp they almost appeared like glass.

She scooted closer and whispered low, "What have you witnessed?"

Queen Morgan's intense gaze made him feel like they were the only ones there.

Clearing his throat, Ravin gave her a half-shrug. "Nothing much. Just a star-crossed love between a fallen angel and a Fae."