Hell's Consort-Chapter 904 It Didn’t Work

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Archdemon of Sloth

Prince Sloth from the Seventh Circle of Hell

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"I shall bring the the Empress back as soon as possible." He promised as he returned the fruit of the Four Seasons for Archangel Ariel to hold.

Archangel Azrael didn't hitch the ends of the long, thin cloth at the back of her head, he just untied earlier from Lune, like what the birth attendant told him to do.

Instead, he covered one of her open-mouthed screams with the palm of his hand and slightly pushed her head back to the pillows.

Bending over her from the side of the bed, he brought his lips closer to the hand that shielded her mouth, looked her straight in the eye and murmured an angelic incantation.

Locking his hands together in contemplation, Sloth casted a suspicious glance at what-was supposed-to-be the most darkest Archangel in Heaven.

Why did his every movement around Lune appeared so delicate and graceful with exquisite deliberation---as if the sole aim of his visit in the birthing room was to seduce--- or did the Archangel of Death would naturally look this beautiful to earn the dead souls' trust before bringing them to the afterlife?

That would make sense.

Archangels and Archdemons' true forms were a sight to behold when it came to horror but the Archangel of Death's four thousand wings, a body which consisted of billions of eyes and mouth and legs that served as razor-sharp bridge that divided Heaven and Hell was on another level.

The Three Fates must have tasked this Archangel to take Lune's soul back to Hell like they had predicted!

Archangel Azrael straightened his spine and slowly raised his hand, emitting beams of yellow shades that was closer to color of 'cream' rather than gold over her swollen pink lips.

Lune's green eyes turned glassy and dull as if she had lost the light in her eyes.

He couldn't move.

He couldn't speak.

The only sound he could hear was his heartbeat thrashing in his ears instead of her voice.

For a second there, Sloth had thought she had ebbed away.

It tore his guts to watch her like this.

The sweat trickling down his back made his body lean forward and scrutinize the Empress' paler skin and limp figure.

Assuming that the Archangel Azrael took Lilith's soul out of annoyance and extracted his sister-in-law by mistake, Sloth was about to fly out of his seat to check up on her but it turned out he didn't have to.

Lilith opened her mouth to scream again but no noise came out.

Sloth and the birth attendant flashed Archangel Azrael a questioning glance.

On the other hand, Lune's eyes had almost bulged out of her sockets with every silent word she uttered.

Archangel Azrael made her mute.

Every sound she made had been sucked into an invisible blackhole. f𝓇𝘦𝒆𝘄𝑒𝗯𝑛𝗼ѵ𝙚l.𝒄𝘰𝓶

If Lilith had indeed screeched like a banshee on purpose because that was the only thing she could do after losing half of her Archdemon strength in the Emerald Room, Sloth was more than grateful that he did it.

The Archdemon of Envy might not be aware that hurting powerful creatures' eardrums might drive them to kill.

"I told you. We must exorcise Lilith before feeding her the magic fruit. That way, she wouldn't have the chance to spit them out. Expelling her from the Empress' vessel will take effect immediately."

Archangel Ariel didn't wait for Archangel Azrael's approval and urged the rest of the Angels to step back away from her and the Empress.

After finishing the outlines of Archangel Circle she had drawn over Lune's body, it glowed purple.

A soft whistle went past their ears, making them jolt in surprise.

The Archangel Circle burst into Hellfire and forcefully pushed her back.

How could Lilith produce Hellfire despite being sorrounded by Archangels inside this room?

Archangel Arie would have hit the wall if her companions had slow reaction time.

The birth attendant's glare in his direction was full of accusation.

What the hell?

Sloth blinked, shrugging with nonchalance, "I didn't do anything."

He was just there to listen to the conversation and minding his own business while makins sure that Lune's alive!

The old woman showed him a universal gesture that said, 'I'm watching you.'

"Archangel Azrael. It's not working." Coughing, Archangel Ariel had clutched the one of the bedpost for support while the Cherubim behind her had caught her elbows. "Perhaps, you should. Try it yourself." She breathed heavily as she glanced up at Archangel Azrael with trembling knees. "I must have done. Something wrong."

He caressed the female Archangel's sleeves thrice in his effort to comfort her.

It was an Archangel's nature to fear mistakes due to the high moral standards that they expect themselves to reach.

Archangel Ariel closed her eyes and angled her head to rest against the Cherubim's shoulders.

"The Emerald Room amplifies the magic of the Heavens." Archangel Azrael stared at Lune as if her scornful gaze hold all the answers. "It's impossible that a weak Archdemon like Lilith can fight against it."

When Archangel Azrael performed the same exorcism ritual Archangel Ariel had done, he had lost all speech.

Like Archangel Ariel, he had failed to banish the Archdemon of Envy.

He had only caused the dark clouds of smoke to envelop them after the second explosion.

Archangel Azrael had entered and exited the Archdemon Tournament, unscathed, even after breaking a lot of rules.

Not rules.

Probably, loopholes.

He had helped the Vampire King destroy the Archdemon of Lust but he couldn't even expel a female Archdemon younger than him?

If Archangels have pride, that must have been a huge blow to the ego.

Archangel Azrael announced calmly. "I can't do it. Nothing had happened to my magic circle, either."

The Archangel's words made Sloth's eyebrows raise, considering that it was his job to separate souls from their physical vessels ever since he was created.

He pursed his lips as he watch them struggle, suppressing a smirk. 'What a good time to be an innocent bystander.'