Hell’s Consort - Chapter 853 He Is Not Your Husband

<strong>Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (February 2022)</strong>

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<strong>Archdemon Empress Luna</strong>

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He finally paid attention to Luna’s terrified cries as he let out a menacing growl. “Take her away.”

Lightning fast, Ravin pounced on him again, and feral growls ripped Apollyon’s throat.

“But she is going to be weak without you!” The instant Sloth’s voice came through, his fierce eyes cleared as if he was getting a hold of himself.

“Then, let her drink your blood so that she can quickly regain her strength. Go!” He said urgently. “Too much of her blood from his bite had already dripped on the floor!”

Her gaze flew quickly to his clenched fist and in that split second, he noticed that the back of his hand had gone purple.

The horrible condition rose to an exposed muscular arm of his.

There was a moment during the battle where Apollyon had used his magic on him.

He might have dodged the attack but it ripped almost half of his princely long-sleeved shirt in the process.

Ravin wasn’t supposed to punch and rearrange her drunk husband’s handsome face like this because he was bound to an oath.

No matter the circumstances, he was not to injure the Vampire King, his Master’s beloved, or they would be hell to pay.

The more he hurt Apollyon, the more he was going to hurt himself.

It had already begun when his demonic ichor had bled from the corner of his eyes, his ears, and the curve of his mouth.

She made the mistake of inhaling his scent in the air and her mouth watered.

Horrified, she quickly realized that it wasn’t Apollyon’s blood that she was craving.

It was Ravin’s and tonight’s brawl had proven that.

As the two powerful beings grappled viciously, Apollyon gained the upper hand this time and slam Ravin against the wall.

His back collided on the hard surface so strongly that it had collapsed and sent him to another empty next to it.

For good measure, he seized the table and threw it at him.

Ravin used his Archdemon magic immediately and the wood crumbled into pieces before it even reached him.

He leaped to him and held Ravin’s neck with both hands in a cruel grip.

Yet, she couldn’t stand seeing her familiar hurting the one she loved.

Throaty snarls and loud screeches filled the room.

Ravin’s hands closed around her husband’s throat.

Apollyon’s narrowed eyes were the only evidence of the pain he felt.

Their faces were full of cuts and wounds but hurt never crossed their countenance or perhaps, both of them simply ignored it as if they were automatons.

“Apollyon! Apollyon! What happened to you?”

Luna wanted to run to her husband’s side and pry her Archdemon familiar away from him but she didn’t have the strength.

Filled with rage, Apollyon shifted to the left and brought his blood-soaked fist to punch him in the nose.

Ravin’s Archdemon blood exploded on the fabric of his clothes.

“Amare. You can see it with your own two eyes that he had gone feral!” Ravin bellowed with gritted teeth. Groaning, Apollyon struck back and aimed for his stomach and ribs but that didn’t deter the Archdemon from crushing his windpipes. “He can’t recognize you!”

“If  you just allow me to move closer so that he could see my face, he would recognize me as his wife from my scent alone—”

While Ravin shoved Apollyon out of the way, he paused when he heard the word, husband, from Amare’s lips.

Ravin’s fingers dug into Apollyon’s shoulder as he incited his fury all the more.

From what the Vampire King had done to their mate,  nothing less than murder would have sufficed.

Sloth hauled her back when she attempted to go to Apollyon and force him to recognize her.

“Brother. Get her away from here! If you think this feral dog will recognize you, you are out of your damn mind.” Tears flowed down her cheeks as Ravin’s roar assaulted her ears with the irrevocable truth. “Sloth, take her away to the Autumn Palace.”

Her eyes widened and she couldn’t take his eyes off them as they delivered blood-splattering blows to each other.

“I can’t. The binding oath will prevent me. If she commanded me that we are not going anywhere, then I must follow her orders whether I liked it or not.”

Wanting to stop the two from hurting each other more, she tried to bolt around her Familiar but he grabbed her so hard that his hands bruised her arms and shoulders.

“Oh, no you don’t!”

It appeared like Ravin had given him to Sloth that he could fight Apolllyon without her standing in the way.

The Archdemon Familiar would protect her and prevent her interference at the same time.

He twisted her arms behind her back.

“Would you just stop struggling, Lune? You are already hurt enough!” Sloth hissed as he clamped an arm around her to haul her tight against him when he tried to pull away.

Yet, she was determined to go to Apollyon.

Sloth cursed at her and held her tighter. “Don’t strain yourself or you are really going to give birth right here right now.”

“Convince her! She can’t think straight with her head lolling around from that huge gash on her neck.” Ravin shouted.

Luna forgot that Apollyon had almost ripped her throat.

The skin around her neck had mostly gone numb except for the sharp needles prickling on the wound itself.

Perhaps,  the abundance of Archdemon blood in her body helped her to heal, albeit, slowly.

It was good that Ravin had reminded her since her mind was going in and out of consciousness.

“Do it fast, Sloth. Please.”

She lurched forward as she sobbed, terrified at the scene she had witnessed at the Great Hall.

Sloth held her by the arms and he pulled her backward as they hid into the corner, turning invisible.

Chandeliers had fallen from the ceiling and the wine glass and bottles shattered on the floor.

“Lune. If you want to keep the baby safe from her father, we had to go. He hurt you tonight. You need to wrap the idea around your head that the man who fought Ravin is not your husband. He is afflicted by blood lust. Since the rogue vampire recognized you as his mate, you possess the blood that he could only drink. Do you know what that means? The three of us are all going straight to Hell while your husband carries off your dead, heavily pregnant body so that he could drain you from your life essence. Exciting, isn’t it? I can’t wait for us three to go home. You are going to meet Lucifer and Satan again and they are going to torture the hell out of you for escaping Hell. Do  you want that?”

“No. You and Ravin had to keep your promise. It is in our binding oath that you will keep us alive.”

“Well, not unless you remove Ravin from his oath about not harming your husband in any way. That order of yours is now doing more harm than good. Ravin is a strong Archdemon with Archdemon Magic at his disposal. The oath you forced him to swear is stopping him from taking him down, Lune.”