Hell's Consort

Chapter 385 - Demon Snake Spirit

Luna will eat the demons herself.

Luna did it so that she could concentrate on taking her power back inside herself while not allowing the residual strength of her aura to bleed out of her form in this Realm.

Her jaws clenched in concentration, inhaling through her nose then exhaling through her mouth.

Luna can discern the image of her form in the sable vision behind her closed lids in her mind's eye.

A silver glow encompassed her dark form, outlining her shape, as well as the red tendrils of her life force, trying to break free from her.

Luna's brows wrinkled as she bit her parched lips.

This wasn't good.

She recalled what Satan had instructed her before.

These wisps of residual energy were Archdemon magic.

It should be contained inside the figure in her mental image.

She grimaced even as she relaxed her posture, her palms open as she lifted them high.

Luna was wasting them due to the lack of focus.

In truth, she was still a newbie when it came to cultivating this higher level of Archdemon Magic.

She wasn't the best yet at the time when she fled from the Grand Torturer's prison.

Memories of what happened in Hell disturbed her in full force.

Her Master Satan might be a bastard in Hell, but his ruthless training in Archdemon Magic taught her how to increase the magical force of her soul to withstand any torment from the Grand Torturer; that was why she survived the ordeal for months.

It was a repetition of healing and hurt—poison and antidote—until her husband helped her break the cycle with the demonic faeries' death.

No—they might have helped in conjuring her back to her vessel, but somehow, her concerns with the demonic sacrifice were right.

Did Prince Aspen, Apollyon, Cederic and King Zephyr believe her hunches?

Her body tensed as her muscles quivered in anger.

Luna might have no proof yet that these unknown demonic legion were the avenging souls of the demonic faeries, but she found no other culprit aside from them.

A Legion couldn't work together with discipline without its Archdemon Master.

No Archdemon could bring their Legion to attack the Faerie Realm no matter how powerful they were, not even Satan, because all Archdemons were trapped in Hell except Luna.

Luna wasn't sure if Lilith was completely gone from the Faerie Realm when Apollyon told her that she occupied her body for years.

Did she just magically vanish from Luna's body, or was she able to possess her conjurer without them knowing when Prince Aspen already claimed he wiped out the solitary Fae's memory?

Everything all boiled down to Lilith and the conjurer.

Luna felt a slight chill at the back of her spine.

The deaths of the demonic faeries in their hands came faster than they thought.

Like a rubber band, Apollyon and the rest can only stretch the evil crime so far before it smacked them in the face.

Apollyon might have respected her decision, for he didn't bother her with small talks.

She could feel his warm presence, protecting her from the tainted faeries who might come near them as she focused on her manifestations

Yet, her mind was successful in distracting her with more notions.

If she didn't pull through with this quick, all of the inner flames of spring faeries would be extinguished—and for what reason were they murdered if the rest of the Faerie Courts found out?

Fear.

Their cause of death couldn't sound any more pathetic than this.

Maybe, there was a mistake in Apollyon's blood offering.

Perhaps, it was wrong to allow Prince Aspen to burn the dead bodies.

Luna knew how sacrifices to demons work.

The Archdemon of Sloth told her that Archdemons usually prefer creatures with pure souls such as children, virgins and unicorns because they are the most delicious gifts and the rarest to consume. What will happen if evil beings were sacrificed?

Would the ritual work well?

Would it fail?

If the blood sacrifice was faulty because they didn't follow the rules…

Panic was a knife twisting in her gut—slow and painful.

Did that mean Lilith was still inside her body and not sent back to Hell?

Another blurred imagery flashed at the back of her mind,

She let her consciousness tread forward with care, grasping the precious thing with her mental hands as she clung to it like a fish's mouth caught on a hook.

Luna wasn't sure if it was a memory of hers, but something inside her whispered that this evocative impression was important.

As if she was spying on it through a looking glass, Luna waited for the blurry mosaic to sharpen into clarity.

All the tiny hairs in Luna's body stood on its end.

Her supernatural senses heightened all the more when Lilith stirred in her sleep as she lay alone in the cold and dreary dark universe where she was the only bright thing.

With wide eyes, Luna froze and held her breath in terror, expecting Lilith to open her eyes but... she just brought her knees closer to her body as she hugged herself in her glorious dishabille.

Luna didn't waste time and checked her soul out of that haunting picture, focusing all of her consciousness to secure and confine Archdemon Magic inside her physical form.

Lilith was still inside her body, and the blood sacrifice was a failure.

Shaking her head, Luna pulled herself together and drew a deep breath.

She got rid of the rising anxiety of that knowledge by emptying her mind.

"Daemonium. Anguis. Spiritu."

Parting her lips wide, Luna's pulse raced as she finally drew out the Archdemon Magic from her body.

It came out of her mouth, forming a giant mist of a bright green snake as its shiny body went on forever, slithering into the atmosphere.

It had red eyes and sharp fangs the size of a mammoth's tusks as sparks of lightning came out of its bright scales.

When Luna's Archdemon Snake Spirit took an experimental lick on the shadow barriers trapping all of them, Luna could only tell one thing.

She was positive they were the souls of the demonic faeries.

And Lilith wasn't gone for good.