Hell's Consort

Chapter 377 - Lilith's Lover?

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Before Luna could answer Apollyon, Princess Alisabethe had disturbed their peace as she approached them with a man in her arm.

The man she had locked arms with was a faerie eye-candy with his large nimbus-grey eyes and grey hair covering his forehead.

Luna assumed the faerie was old because of the grey hair.

She had expected wrinkles on his face, but...it was actually the opposite.

The faerie had the palest face Luna had ever seen—as clear and smooth as glass skin. Luna would even get as far as claiming that the arm candy's skin was better than Princess Alisabethe.

"Empress." Princess Alisabethe called out, and Luna's attention abruptly shifted from the arm candy to her. "I am still reeling from the shock of your lack of recognition of me."

"I blamed it on your ailment at first." She scowled. "I understand that you are sick in the head because you have spent years in your slumber. I shouldn't be shocked that you are losing your memories regarding Apollyon and me."

Apollyon and her?

Gritting her teeth, Luna clenched her fists as anger bubbled like acid in her stomach. How did she have the audacity to tell her that she was sick in the head when she was the delusional one?

Luna burst into a mocking laugh as she thought of that.

'Oh, so Princess Alisabethe had no plans to give this subject up.'

If she argued with her or engaged in a physical fight—

Was that how an Empress like her should react—allowing a mere princess like her to ruin her night?

Luna wouldn't dare going down on her level.

Only rabid dogs fight with rabid dogs.

Alisabethe took a step closer towards her, and Apollyon blocked her in an instant with his large physique.

"Careful with your next words, Princess Alisabethe--" The bitch had the nerve to glance down and lay her owlish eyes on her husband's chest. "If you don't, I would make you sleep longer than my wife here."

Luna's hands itched to slap her.

"Trust my husband when he says 'longer' because what he actually meant is 'forever."

Apollyon straightened his posture and stalked forward to shove her back without a qualm.

Gasping in shock, Princess Alisabethe retreated as her hold on the faerie beside her tightened.

Her turquoise eyes sparkled with tears, and Luna bit her cheek in annoyance.

Did he bring this man as a shield, then?

Perhaps, Princess Alisabethe brought her strongest Faerie Sentinel so that if this spoiled brat angered them, another blood will shed instead of hers.

This Princess Alisabethe was a headache.

As she exhaled a heavy sigh, Luna felt the knot on her rigid muscles loosen when she calmed down, finally letting the rabid dog be herself.

She will not fight fire with fire.

"I think this is interesting, husband." Luna smiled at the spring princess. "Let's listen to what she had to say."

Hopefully, if she let Princess Alisabethe talk, she could either humiliate herself twice, or she might give her valuable information regarding Apollyon and what Lilith had done in the Faerie Realm while she was on her body.

"Empress Luna." The arm-candy abruptly spoke, and Luna's gaze returned on his soft and gentle features. His face was small with a chiseled jaw, and his lips were small. His thick upper lip was shaped like a cupid's bow.

The rest of his beautiful face was stoic and expressionless, blinking once in a while, yet he had that small smirk at the corner of his lips as if he was slightly amused.? "I see no recognition in your face when you see me."

Luna dropped her gaze to his shiny shoes, her eyes moving upwards to his trousers and his dark red dress shirt underneath his light brown suit jacket.

From the way it glimmered in the moonlight, the suit made it look as shiny and expensive as leather.

Luna's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "I don't know who you are."

"Apollyon." Luna glanced at her husband in alarm.

Of course, the arm candy was a darling to look at, but Luna's personal preference was not to be with a man prettier than her.

She could only describe Apollyon's beauty as savage, never failing to seize her attention.

There was a wildness in her husband's cold outer shell that was fascinating, but it would probably make an ordinary woman cower in fear.

She shook her head with a small smile on her face.

Luna pointed at the faerie with his thumb, as she expected her husband to explain, "This man—"

Apollyon raised an eyebrow at her, yet his expression remained stoic.

Females would never know what hit them when they have someone as powerful as the Vampire King in their arms.

Princess Alisabethe wouldn't know how to handle his husband's scorching sexual magnetism, and neither could she tame him when the Vampire King exploded when things wouldn't go his way.

That was what she had suffered at first she found a way to enslave the wild beast in him.

As Luna scanned the tall and slender faerie from head to toe twice, Luna noticed that elegance charged his every step.

How many girls had this faerie breed insecurity in their hearts just by his mere existence?

The man was both pretty and handsome similar to Prince Aspen, having that signature androgynous beauty that the males in the Faerie Realm have.

Luna wasn't jealous at all.

She had no desire to covet other creature's beauty when she had no one to impress except her husband.

Apollyon was very much in love with her, so there wasn't a need to be envious.

It was different from the other faeries at their vicinity, though, as they openly stared at their unlikely group.

A new faerie clique in Ostara had formed when Luna saw Prince Aspen holding Lady Clarence's hand as she waved at her, on their way to approach their circle.

"Empress. I am one of Princess Alisabethe's brother." The arm-candy said as he flared out his golden wings. "You seemed to have forgotten that I was your lover."