Hell’s Consort - Chapter 897 Archangel Of Death

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<strong>Archdemon of Sloth</strong>

<strong>Prince From the 7th Circle of Hell</strong>

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Archers had inflicted high amounts of damage to the Demonic Legion with their long-range attacks.

Their special arrows were enchanted with dark curses that were sure to send them to the deepest pits of Hell.

He didn’t see Hephaestus in the area but it appeared like he had sent his clockwork monsters to protect Princess Sapphire while she and Queen Morgan with Luxen’s president and his minions.

He frowned when he noticed that Xerxes was gone.

His sharp gaze searched for him on the ground in his human form but it didn’t occur to him to look for his werewolf form.

Xerxes’ huge size shouldn’t be hard to miss but the snow cover was too thick.

Sloth almost realized too late that Xerxes was there, religiously digging something underground with his mouth and paws.

He had no idea what he was up to.

All the Faeries had either hovered close to the ground or flew so high to fight the Demonic Legion.

He scratched his cheek in confusion.

Was this even the perfect time to hu–

Sloth narrowed his eyes when he caught sight of the blue feather between the werewolf’s canines.

First, why did Xerxes have the blue feather that Hecate had entrusted to his brother?

Second, why was he trying to bury it when his paws finally reached the black soil?

Unfortunately, that didn’t change the fact that they were still outnumbered by these devils.

In just a few minutes, their defense lowered as the Higher Ranked Demons disfigured the Faeries in an instant.

As a casual observer, this felt like a losing battle for the Fairfolk and the Material Realm, entirely.

The ravaged arctic wastelands appeared more desolate and the Autumn Kingdom looked awful from all the torn holes in the ground caused by Hellfire.

Despite being plagued with impending doom, everyone in the Fae Militia continued to fight until their last breath.

The dead lay on the wintry ground with their blood flowing over the frosted white.

Luxen’s new president only had to stare hard at a weak Fae and they would bleed internally through their eyes, nose, and lips until they turn blue.

Their heads would explode, spraying fountains of blood on the other warriors, before dropping dead on the snow-covered ground.

A lot of Faerie Knights also made the mistake of coming in contact with the poisonous blood of specific demons that they immediately died each time a single drop would splash onto their eyes and lips.

The blade warriors had to set these toxic demons apart from the rest and choose their enemies carefully before they allow those creatures to come at them nearby.

No one could save the other Fae Warriors and Magicians when the Dukes of Hell turned into shadow wolf berserkers that tortured them and ripped them into pieces.

The Dukes of Hell devoured them the same way they did with Sylvain, leaving no crumbs.

The surviving demons in the Legion and the remaining warriors for the Autumn Courts roared their battle cry and it went on and on.

Sloth didn’t expect to be relentlessly bombarded by the sights and noises of war when he was supposed to be sleeping right now.

He noticed a pair of angelic wings in the middle of chaos and the halberd in his grip looked familiar for some reason.

The ‘Halberd’ was the most powerful weapon an Archangel can hold because it was the only arsenal that could harm the Demon King himself and slay the rest of the Greater Demons with ease.

Was that… Archangel Azrael?

A hard slap on the cheek didn’t wake him up from this dream but it did hurt.

What was the Archangel of Death doing here?

Sloth knew that Archangel Azrael meant serious business when he decided to show up here and wave the divine weapon on their enemies’ faces.

It was also possible that the demonic energies in the area were too dark and intense that they could barely feel Archangel Azrael’s presence there.

If the Archangel utilized divine stealth, only beings who had peace in their mind will be able to detect them.

Sloth suddenly recalled all the moments he had witnessed in the past when Lucifer and the Demon King tried their best to persuade him in joining them in Hell and help them rule all of the Realms.

It was a shame that no temptation that the Archdemons had offered in this world had made him change his mind.

Azrael’s responsibilities as an Archangel were almost close to the jurisdiction of Demons since he was the one who fetched millions of souls and delivered them to Hell, himself.

Sloth also heard that the Archangel Azrael had the power to duplicate himself so that he could be in multiple places in specific time frames to either clean up or leave the fuckeries, a dead person had done, alone.

If he was always a hundred steps ahead of anyone else next to the Creator, the Three Fates might have considered him the enemy of the Three Fates.

All they do is spin tales and determine the life characters, giving life and taking it away.

Archangel Azrael worked under the Highest God and had no other Archangel who had a Higher Rank than him to answer to because he was a Seraphim.

He had a reputation of being the most powerful Archangel–even more powerful than the Demon King Lucifer who used to be God’s favored Archangel but rebelled against him instead.

Until now, Sloth had no idea if it was true because they had no proof and they hadn’t seen him in action.

Was it just a rumor the Archangel had created for himself to taunt their father and poke at his pride?

Every Archdemon Prince in Hell would assume he was a Demon or a Fallen Angel if the white feathers in his wings didn’t give him away but as usual, they didn’t really care as long as Azrael never bothered them.