Hell's Consort

Chapter 507 - Left Behind

New Chapter for the Highest Tier (May 2021)

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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Ravin didn't prepare himself at the bath, taking too long to take care of his appearance for nothing.

Before he visited one of Lucifer's dungeons and located Luna's prison cell, he was determined to show his best appearance as an Archdemon.

He walked to the passage with wide, confident steps.

Wearing the blue feather necklace as he cradled the whelp around in one arm, Ravin was taken aback when he found Luna wasn't there as he stood in front of the steel bars which separated him and his mate.

She disappeared.

Hands gripping at the cold metal, Ravin narrowed his eyes at each corner, searching for his mate.

It was dark inside yet, and he can't bring himself to see Luna lying on the dirt—battered and broken from the Grand Torturer like what Ravin experienced in his hands before he turned into the Archdemon of Gluttony.

He swallowed a sour taste in his mouth as he thought about the worst.

Staying alert, his ears perked up for any groans as he scanned the cell.

The tangy scent of iron and rust permeated the air, which could mean that she was too weak to heal the wounds inflicted on her.

It wasn't just her thick, dried blood staking a claim in her cell.

They were hundreds of fledging Archdemons who were punished in the dungeons if they broke his rule.

Few fledgling and non-fledging Archdemons chose to suffer in the hands of the Grand Torturer in their daring ambition to ascend into a Higher Level Archdemon in the quickest way possible.

It was the only way!

His Amare was forced into this, and it was for her benefit.

Of course, Ravin desired her to be powerful to defend herself and kill less powerful Archdemons without breaking a sweat.

As the saying goes, 'No pain. No gain."

Clenching his fists, he was tempted to destroy his Uncle's dungeon in his rage, but that wouldn't solve anything. He needed answers right now.

Luna wasn't aware of his true feelings—how bad he wanted to rescue her from Satan's hands!

Ravin thought as he paced around the corridor like a maniac.

How many times had he convinced himself every night before he went to sleep that not interfering with Satan's plans was for her own good!

For the last time, Ravin looked out for any sudden movement in the shadows—any signs that she was there, but there was sound.

No cry for help.

As he ran a frustrated hand through his dark hair, he checked each prison cell, searching for the Grand Torturer with silent desperation.

But the Archdemon couldn't be found as well.

Where were they?

He pinched his lips together as he felt a tightness in his chest.

Ravin couldn't find her anyway in Satan's Castle—not even one of the classes for fledgling Archdemons.

Maybe, Luna was taken somewhere for a? personal lesson between her and his uncle.

Satan must have been adamant about this private meeting.

Yes.

He placed a hand over his proverbial demon heart and exhaled a harsh breath.

'Nothing is wrong.' He muttered to himself. 'His Amare wouldn't leave him not because she wanted to, but she just couldn't.

Her circumstances and her tie as an Archdemon wouldn't allow her to.

No need to panic about losing his mate twice.

Now, Ravin had to check in on them just in case he might have done something so wicked and performed some experimentation on Archdemon magic on her.

He reassured himself and nodded his head, walking towards the direction of Uncle Satan's private study.

Perhaps, he taught her about Portal Creation instead of those large open areas he chose for a group Archdemon Magic lesson.

Ravin figured out his Uncle kept 'Luna's identity and purpose' a secret to the rest of the Archdemons so that he can use her for himself and attempt both the Spirit and Material Realm in domination.

Her hidden skills about Archdemon Magic wouldn't fall into the wrong hands.

'That couldn't be.' Ravin backtracked.

If Satan was the type to betray his father, the Demon King, Lucifer must have tried everything to tear him down, like what he did to Asmodeus and Beelzebub.

Who was his Uncle's true enemy here if he was hiding Luna from everyone, including Ravin?

He must quit these assumptions running through his mind and start with the interrogation.

Ravin didn't bother knocking the door on his Uncle Satan's study and just kicked the door open, barging inside to surprise them—or whatever the Hell he was doing with his Amare.

Hopefully, there was no rape involved like what his stupid brother did.

Despite his ancient age, his uncle still pretended to be slick with the fledgling female Archdemons, manipulating them to sleep with him to gain leverage over others.

Luna wasn't the type of lady to give into Ravin—when he was officially her husband—because of the blood bond, so it would make sense that she would refuse any seduction thrown her way, especially to the one who tormented her.

Nevertheless, he still trusted that his Uncle didn't have the guts to do that, considering that his Amare was already mated to him. Everyone in the entire Archdemon Royal Family was aware of it.

"Where is my wife?" Ravin took urgent strides towards Satan, who sat at his writing desk while the light from the circle window above illuminated the entire study.

When he caught a glimpse of another person who stood near the medieval instruments, weapons, and chart of symbols placed on the walls, he smiled when he realized it was the Grand Torturer. Now, Ravin could kill two birds with one stone.

"You know that your mate was gone, Ravin." The Grand Torturer replied. "I thought she was successful in creating a portal and left us all behind."

"That can't be." Nostrils flaring in his anger, he almost forgot that he still carried the dragon in his arms.

It was fortunate that he caught himself before he accidentally squeezed his baby to death.

"I couldn't believe this is happening."