Hell's Consort-Chapter 879 Looking Inward

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<strong>Queen Morgan of the Autumn Courts</strong>

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The bastard had the nerve to smirk as the Dukes flew back and positioned themselves twenty feet behind him in front of his Demonic Legion.

Queen Morgan fought back her tears as she watched the torn pieces of Sylvain's black clothes as they fell over their heads like snow.

She raised one arm in the air to catch a tiny scrap of fabric and stared at the speck of fresh blood that stained it.

A roiling heat settled at the pit of her stomach.

Her fist tightened at the material, and when she unclenched her hand, it was reduced into ashes.

At that moment, it became clear to Queen Morgan that Beelzebub was telling the truth.

The Marquis calls the shots here while the high-ranking demons follow his lead.

Still, Queen Morgan couldn't believe that Beelzebub didn't even have to open his mouth and utter a single command over the Dukes of Hell to do his bidding.

Can the Marquis control their minds?

What if those powerful demons killed Sylvain of their own accord due to hunger?

Queen Morgan didn't expect Sylvain to be eaten alive before her until he ceased to exist.

They knew they couldn't leave this place alive after Beelzebub and the Dukes demonstrated their power.

After lowering his head in an exaggerated bow, Beelzebub clapped his hands together in excitement. "The Dukes didn't expect to be fed this early because they know that I don't want to indulge them yet. Still, I am grateful for Sylvain's sacrifice." ƒ𝘳𝗲𝑒𝒘𝐞𝚋𝚗𝐨v𝘦l.𝒄o𝐦

'He called that a sacrifice?' Queen Morgan thought angrily. 'It wasn't like Sylvain agreed to offer himself of his own free will to spare the rest of them.'

Her rising blood pressure made her neck and jaw stiff, but she still shut her mouth.

Beelzebub dropped his smug grin and said in a deadpan voice. "I think his soul suited their taste. Hopefully, the rest of the Fae Militia would be enough to fill their stomachs. They had been hungry for a long time."

Everyone was as silent as a tombstone.

The Fae Militia watched their Legion-like statues while waiting for the Autumn Queen to issue a suicidal command.

Queen Morgan continued to endure the Marquis' mockery.

She felt so crippled because she couldn't do anything to save a member of her Cadre.

She only had a few instances in her immortal life where she was humbled—that she wasn't as strong and invincible as she thought she was just because her beloved Archangel, who turned into a Fallen Angel and made her pregnant, taught her the magic of the heavens.

That ability helped them claim their territories against the rest of the Faerie Courts and protected them from the war between the Archangels and the Fallen, but that also made her lose Uriel and her son.

They vanished out of her life, never to be seen again. It happened a long time ago.

To ease her sorrows, she assumed they had been killed by either the Archangels or his fellow fallen Angels he had betrayed in favor of the Heavenly Realms.

After all the sacrifices they both made to be together, all their efforts were vain.

Because in the end, she had lost all her loved ones.

Queen Morgan's thoughts were filled with revenge.

She couldn't afford to be seen as weak by their enemies and all the Fae soldiers she had to lead.

Even if thousands of beings surrounded her, why did she feel so alone?

Perhaps, it had stemmed from this gut feeling that she would die next to Sylvain if she said the wrong thing.

She had tried to live for a long time as the Autumn Queen despite her loss because that was what Uriel wanted her to do, but she would be grateful if she could see Archangel Uriel once in the afterlife, whether in Hell or the Underworld.

She wanted to see what had become of him and their son, but she didn't want Sylvain's death to be all for naught. Her muscles tightened in readiness. 𝐟𝙧ee𝔀e𝐛𝓃𝐨𝚟𝑒𝗹.c𝗼𝚖

She was determined not to die that soon.

She laughed to suppress her outrage and made sure Beelzebub heard it. Let him know he wasn't the only crazy person around here. "Are you happy now, Kotari?"

Beelzebub's brows furrowed from the name she used to call him. "What?"

"Are you happy with what you have done to Sylvain? Did it make you feel good to kill someone who trusted you and considered you a brother?"

Beelzebub smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "It's unfortunate I didn't consider him as one."

She might be the Queen of the Autumn Courts, but she still considered Sylvain her friend.

All her Cadre knew what they were getting into when they entered her circle.

Their responsibility was to protect her from danger and not the other way around.

They had already accepted the truth that their death was imminent long before these legions of demons invaded their Kingdom once again, especially Queen Morgan.

Yet, why did her heartache so painfully that it felt like she was about to explode in fury and grief?

Queen Morgan sneered. "You must be thinking how stupid he was for believing in you. Blame us for our na?veté instead of your betrayal."

Beelzebub didn't respond.

"I never knew a demon's existence could be this pathetic." The Autumn Queen added. "Even if Sylvain is dead, he would still be in our hearts. But you, Beelzebub, Kotari, or whoever you are--" She pointed an accusing finger at him and shouted, "You are nothing because you don't mean anything to anyone!"

Beelzebub's expression turned grim.

"It would be a lie if I told you that I don't care, Merle, but I am content with all of your hatred directed towards me. I rejoice in your pain." He whispered.

'I will bring this devil to his knees.' Queen Morgan swore.

"Since no one wanted to answer my question, I think it would be great if that signal were for the Archdemon and the Vampire King. I don't see them around yet, so I will have to wait for them here so that I don't waste my energy."