Hell's Consort

Chapter 633 - Too Distracted

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Luna sighed with relief when she saw Apollyon seated at the right side of the King.

Then, her attention shifted to Ravin, and their eyes met.

It was a little late for her to spot Ravin, leaving another empty chair between him and King Oberon.

At first, she thought that the Ravin was secretly thoughtful to provide room for the Vampire King when he returned from his task.

But that scenario was a mere fantasy.

Still, it was a sight to behold to see the two men behave even if she wasn't there at the Royal Box to stop them from tearing at each other's throats--considering the immense hatred both men had for each other's presence--although they shared the same physical body for almost a millennium.

Her brows furrowed as her left hand slightly eased her hold on the hilt of her sword.

Perhaps, Ravin didn't want to engage with the Summer King, so he created distance.

If someone from the Royal Box initiated small talks with him, well…that would be awkward. Everyone in that platform might assume that Luna and Apollyon had brought an impertinent Prince from some Realm to their Kingdom as their guest.

They would think that Ravin's silence meant that he was too high and mighty and couldn't be bothered to talk and answer questions.

That might get him into hot waters, especially if King Oberon was in a bad disposition.

She grimaced in regret, taken aback by her choice to silence his other Familiar.

Hopefully, this duel wouldn't last for more than ten minutes.

Despite their separation, Luna could tell that her husband's eyes were on her.

He talked to King Oberon, whose upper body was slightly turned towards her husband as he placed his forearms on the armrest, listening and occasionally nodding at Apollyon's words.

She didn't know what the conversation was about since she was too far from their location to hear them.

Apollyon's posture was the tensest out of all the spectators in the Royal Box since he didn't lean against the cushioned backrest.

Lost in her husband's gaze, the creatures around her slowly disappeared like a mirage from the corners of her vision, leaving the two of them in their own world.

'You're quick, Apollyon.' Luna communicated to him with their mind link, and Apollyon's shoulders jolted as if startled by the clarity of her voice echoing in his brain.

She realized that her powers became more intense the instant she acquired two Familiars—as if their presence boosted her strength as an Archdemon in this Material Realm.

'I have to be quick, or else I couldn't keep an eye on you. ' Apollyon projected his thoughts to her in an unyielding tone. 'Ravin might be your Familiar, but I don't trust any of them with your life.' Now, she knew he was still miffed by her suggestion as he moved the angel wings to another location in a hurry! She bit her lip. 'You should only trust in me.'

There was a fluttery feeling in her chest when he said that.

'I do trust you, husband. You are the only one I know who can steal the hidden Angel Wings from the Hypogeum without Ravin and Sloth knowing.' She explained.

Who knew what they would do with the angel wings if they found out about them?

They might use them for spells to break free from the binding contract, similar to how the Summer Courts had utilized them for reasons unknown.

Did they found a way to kill the angel whose wings they belonged to?

'The Archdemons must not know about the wings yet. They might use that to their advantage.' He said. 'We will let them know if we are more certain of their loyalty as your Familiars.'

'They have mastery of all kinds of Magic in the Spiritual Realm.' Luna told him.

'Then, we will corrode their true identities as Archdemons from Hell.'

She didn't know if they can manage to pull that off when their demonic identities were engraved deep inside their soul for thousands of years that no one, not even their Master, could mess with them.

'Where did you put the angel wings?'

'Focus on your duel, beloved, or I might think you are too obsessed with me here in the Royal Box even to concentrate.'

'Huh.' Luna's eyes narrowed at Apollyon before her lips quirked in amusement. 'You are the one who is too obsessed with me.'

Raising her chin haughtily, Luna sent Apollyon some snippets of naughty memories of what they did at the underground chamber.

As she sensed Apollyon's unbidden sexual excitement, her sphinx-like grin widened, even more, when her husband spread his legs apart to accommodate his--

"Lune."

Everything happened so fast.

The fuller of a sword clanged oh her 'pauldron' once, and she almost jumped, thinking that one of their opponents already attacked her.

It turned out it was just Sloth.

One of these days, the Archdemon can give her a heart attack!

'Stop making goo-goo eyes with? the Vampire King." Her breathing had accelerated from the shock. "Get ready. The courtier is about to pick up the gauntlet."

Yes, the courtier had already dropped the gauntlet, which signalled the official start of the duel.

Luna had discussed the angel wings with her husband that she couldn't hear the rest of the courtier's instructions as he waved the light spear in his grasp.

Two of his delegates dodged and danced away from his attack in a playful reenactment around the gauntlet buried in the sand.

Was this some sort of a ceremony?

Alert, her muscles tightened with readiness from Sloth's caution when the courtier bent over, his thick shoulder-length brown hair covering his face.

The moment he picked the gauntlet up and raised it in the air, bright blue lights burst above them.

She saw Sir Tristan closing in on her with his sword raised over his shoulder, preparing to strike.

The Knight had picked her as his first target.