Hell’s Consort - Chapter 861 Wisteria Blossoms

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

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<strong>Archdemon of Gluttony</strong>

<strong>  Prince Ravin of the First Circle of Hell</strong>

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He was confident he could evict Luxen from his ‘host’ and banish him to Hell if push came to shove.

There was no way that the Vampire King had gone rogue without any warning.

Unseen forces should have alerted Ravin before the Wine Tasting Ceremony even started because he could read the atmosphere and every individual guest just fine without any difficulty.

Yet, why did Ravin fail?

The Hell Knights ignored the invisible Faeries standing at the sidelines at his command.

Yet, the Hellfire had gotten so strong for some of the weak fae servants to handle that they all screamed as they dropped to their knees.

The atmosphere had turned bitter when he scented their flesh being burned to death and the nauseating stench of burning hair.

He got used to it quickly, though.

They could have escaped, but they chose to be there.

Out of loyalty or out of curiosity?

Ravin had no idea.

He planned to alter the Vampire King’s mind by controlling them and shutting him down, but something else caught his attention.

He hurriedly stalked towards the balcony after smelling a specific scent from there that made him want to cover his human-like nose when he got near the hand railings.

Glancing around, he just noticed that his heightened senses had grown dull before they sharpened again because of the sickly sweet fragrance in the air.

Ravin couldn’t ignore it.

It was akin to the stench of rotten fruit.

It appeared like it had finally lost its magic and couldn’t be hidden anymore after an hour.

Ravin’s nose wrinkled in disgust when another whiff of the scent triggered a powerful memory.

It connected him back to its source.

He couldn’t find the rare blossoms on the balcony, but he knew that their pollens were poisonous to demons, blocking their extrasensory senses if inhaled.

These plants grew only in realms where gods and goddesses lived to protect themselves against the Demon-kind.

If this deadly and highly potent mixture was ingested, it could quickly kill the lesser demons’ small dosages.

Ravin knew that someone had prepared this beforehand. He could now discern that a god had been here, specifically, the god of fire, Hephaestus.

The old gods could conceal their presence very well and could overpower any demon.

The only ones who could beat them in a fair fight were Archdemon Princes like him and, of course, the Demon King and Satan as well.

When Ravin returned to the Great Hall immediately to check up on his mate’s mate, the rogue was still flailing around.

He had removed his cloak around his shoulders and threw his weapon to the floor.

A lot of things were on his way as he batted the shape-shifting flames that came at him at once like a massive swarm of bees.

Sweat began to leak out of his minuscule pores as if he was ice melting under the sunlight.

He wasn’t called the king of the Vampires for nothing if he died from Hellfire in just a few minutes.

Ravin surmised it would take him a minimum of an hour and longer if the Vampire King were feeling particularly powerful and stubborn because of the blood lust-inducing potion laced on his wine.

At this point, the Vampire King was beginning to look unrecognizable that which kind of made him delighted but a little alarmed at the same time.

Thrashing about from the agony, Apollyon staggered backward with his eyes closed, and they got to the point where he had stepped into the red puddle—not a puddle but a pool—that had spilled from the shattered bottle of wines.

Ravin didn’t make his Hell Knights burn Apollyon so intensely that it could obliterate the entire Kingdom and spread across the whole realm, but he wasn’t about to demonstrate that.

A large enough amount of Archdemon Magic can kill any supernatural being and destroy their body.

Yet, Ravin merely siphoned a small flame of Hellfire.

Not the entire dimension, but still, he prevented the wild vampire from gaining an advantage and killed a few faes with it.

Just a few. In addition to that, they were mere servants he hadn’t known.

He couldn’t care less if they died.

It was all their fault for their inability to protect themselves from threats.

No matter what status, the Fair folk were arrogant to think they could rely heavily on fae magic as their shield when faced with Hellfire.

Their perceived immortality was useless.

The searing heat had turned them into an unrecognizable object of charred meat, wood, charcoal, and steel even after Ravin had withdrawn his Hell Knights.

The more vital fae servants who survived witnessing all the events in the Great  Hall would never forget the smell of burning corpses for the rest of their lives.

The Hell Knights began to overpower Apollyon, but unfortunately, they were sent straight back to Hell.

The Hell Knights, who went down with him when he fell, howled in unison and turned instantly into dust, leaving foul traces of sulfur in its wake.

Ravin’s eyes narrowed at sight, and it took him a moment to move from where he stood, watching everything unfold.

That situation, right there, had affirmed his suspicion.

‘Not only did someone scattered the pollen of Wisteria Blooms on the windows and the balcony, but someone had also placed a dangerous, potent drug on the latest wine that the Vampire King had drunk.’ Ravin guessed it was a  trap to make Apollyon ballistic during the Wine Tasting Party.

The perpetrator’s aim was for the Vampire King to kill the pregnant Empress by accident.

Ravin had no idea why Apollyon could fall such a simple trick or… maybe he hadn’t recognized the concoction because his vampire senses were also blocked.

But, the Wisteria flowers only worked on demons…. unless the Vampire King was already a demon before he lost his mind and attacked Amare?