Hell’s Consort - Chapter 893 I Love You But It Isn't True

<strong>Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (May 2022)</strong>

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<strong>The Archdemon of Sloth</strong>

<strong>Prince Sloth from the Seventh Circle of Hell</strong>

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“Ch—children.” Sloth stuttered helplessly as he caressed her moving stomach. “Don’t give your mother a hard time. Please stop.”

Sloth winced from the ridiculous statement spilling from his mouth.

He thought he only had to fill in the role as the birth attendant’s assistant.

Now, he had to act as the father of the babies he hadn’t even sired.

If Lune was consciously listening to him, he would use the old woman as a scapegoat.

“Oi! Children, listen to me.” He had no idea why he was scolding them like they were adolescent girls. “I am your uncle.”

“Mother is hurt and alone. Your father is not here. I will tell you when he arrives so that the two of you can come out safely. Mother will die if you keep moving around like this.” He thought his authoritative tone sounded convincing. Lune even whimpered at the right time to support his words. “Do you want your mother to die and stay there forever?”

Unfortunately, they refused to listen while their mother’s clammy hand gripped his forearm.

He allowed her to hold him tightly even if it meant she could rip them into two.

The contractions intensified that both his and Lune’s forehead broke out a sweat.

“Why don’t you tell the babies that you love them?” The old woman suggested casually while applying warm compresses on her sweaty face, neck, and chest. “Maybe, that will encourage them to listen to your request. The future fathers who accompany their pregnant wives here usually do that.”

He narrowed his eyes at Lune, the smooth boulder he was trying his best to comfort, and the old hag.

How many times had he told her that the Vampire King was the father?

“I—” Sloth pried the hand on his forearm so that he could hold it and squeeze it gently. “I love you, Lune. ” He coughed. “I love you and the twins.”

Sloth let out a low growl before scowling at the old woman. “Is that enough for you, Madame?”

His Mistress’s face turned ashen and she looked deathly ill that it was hard for him to act stoic.

Come to think of it.

Not a lot of things made him wring his hands and place a curled knuckle against his mouth.

Only the Empress could evoke such strong emotion in him that he wondered if he was still an Archdemon.

Tendons stood out on Lune’s pale neck and all of her being was too focused on the sheer agony that lasted for a minute.

Later, she blew out a series of short breaths with her eyes closed as if to gain control over her suffering and calmed down.

After uttering the magic words, the unborn babies finally quelled their rebellion.

There was no point in hurting their mother if they weren’t even ready to see her.

At that moment, Sloth remembered how to breathe again whereas the old woman checked Lune’s opening to see if her opening had dilated.

What the hell?

He was panicking but the birth attendant acted like everything was fine and dandy.

Satisfied at his unnecessary performance, the birth attendant commanded him to get two extra towels neatly folded at the bottom of the closet and tie them to the bedpost.

He wasn’t able to use his brain properly afterward and just followed the old woman’s orders like a robot.

The old woman got used to him constantly asking her questions earlier that she felt the need to clarify that the towels were labor support to assist her in pushing.

“Labor support?” He asked as he wiped Lune’s sweaty brow using an extra cloth, hoping that she will feel a bit refreshed so that she wouldn’t wake up cranky.

“She will have to hold unto these towels once she felt the urge to push at the peak of her contractions.” The birth attendant informed him.

Sloth nodded absently, pretending to understand all the useless information bombarded on his brain.

While he was massaging Lune’s limp hands so that he could at least have something to do, the birth attendant spread the Empress’ legs wide open and stretched her woman tissues with the clear slick gel on her hands to lubricate her passage.

She promised that these would help Lune not to suffer so much during the delivery.

He sat on the nearby chair while the old woman wasn’t using it and observed the—uh…sticky procedure.

Now, his sister-in-law’s lower belly down to her knees appeared like she was f*cked by a strange monster who ejaculated transparent slime.

Sloth felt like a criminal after pulling that unsolicited graphic image out of his mind.

If the Vampire King found out he had seen her like this, he would kill him.

What he had witnessed here must remain here unless the grandma wanted to snitch on him.

For the first time, the birth attendant became concerned when she saw the look on his face.

“You don’t have to panic. The false labor pains had stopped momentarily and the Princess is fine.” She reassured him. “You should take a rest.”

That wasn’t what he was thinking but he wasn’t about to tell her or she would think him a pervert.

“But—”

Sloth paused when he could sense that something else had taken over Lune’s body.

It was so subtle that he would have ignored it if he was distracted as before.

How did she manage to come out?

“Madame. Please tie the princess’ feet to the bedpost while I take care of her arms. I will explain later.”

Without waiting for her to fully regain consciousness and control the Empress’ faculties, Sloth stood up from his seat and hurriedly tied her wrists to the towels attached to the bedpost.

The Fae also noticed the change in Luna’s demeanor that she immediately backed off from the bed and did what he told her—no questions asked.

“Sloth. What are you doing here?”