Hell’s Consort Novel

Chapter 811 - Drinking Her Mates' Blood


Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (November 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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It appeared like she liked receiving gifts and surprises.

Clamping his lips together, he let out a dark yet almost soundless chuckle so that his wife wouldn’t feel insulted. 

It wasn’t like he was laughing at her.

The excitement she kept under wraps was contagious to anyone who might sense it. 

Curious, Luna looked over her shoulder, and she winced a little when Apollyon caught her watching. 

The moment she reverted to staring at the wall,  Apollyon turned to the side to collect himself and announced, “It’s perfume.” 

“Perfume? Is it because I already look like a corpse and I will smell like one in a couple of days?”

Apollyon flinched, and all his muscles had turned rigid from the insensitive comment. 

It wasn’t aimed at him but did Luna have to be rude to herself, which insulted his husband in turn? 

Hand freezing on the cork bottle in hesitation, Apollyon clenched it into a fist and settled his arm back to the bed, abruptly deciding not to give the gift to Luna and try the scent out.

He spoke through gritted teeth.  “You must have noticed that I don’t laugh at your jests, Luna.” 

“Perhaps, I’m not funny anymore.” It was a long-drawn-out breath that he could practically hear her grimace.  “I don’t see you smile often around me.”

“Your condition is serious.” He shook his head in disappointment.

Didn’t his wife realize how nasty and inconsiderate that sounded to the people who loved her very much? Him? “This isn’t a laughing matter.”

“I don’t want my last memory of my husband in this Material Realm to be this irritable.” 

So, it was Apollyon’s fault now, then?

His jaw clenched. 

“I don’t want my last memory of of you to be like this, either.”  Never mind the perfume then.  Apollyon should immediately skip to what he hated the most, but he can’t delay them anymore if he cared about his wife. “I can’t postpone this anymore. Even if it hurts my pride to ask help from these Archdemon bastards, I will allow you to drink Ravin’s blood for you to gain your strength.” He grabbed the leather canteen standing next to the perfume, rolled back to her side of the bed, and positioned it in front of Luna’s face. “Here. Drink this. I mixed this with my own blood so that you wouldn’t forget how mine tasted.”

“You have prepared them.” She sounded surprised.

“Of course.” He replied, a matter-of-fact.

Apollyon didn’t want her Archdemon Familiar’s neck around her.

He and Ravin had discussed Luna’s condition at the Autumn Palace before their group was set to return to their Estate.

The Archdemon seemed to be mature about it as if he was willing to do anything, even agree with whom he considered as an enemy who wanted to claim his mate.

Nodding his head at the right points, Ravin had listened to him intently as if he cared whatever happened to his wife.

It would have been better if the selfish bastard didn’t care for her aside from the fact that she was their Master. 

Ravin inclined his head as he rubbed his chin in contemplation.

“Why don’t you just let her bite me in the neck? You don’t have to conduct this elaborate ceremony, you know?” Ravin told him. His fiery voice seemed to be wrapped in ice. “You could have spared yourself the humiliation, Vampire King.” 

Apollyon’s jaw tightened and kept his face blank. 

The Archdemon knew that his brother, Luxen, had invaded the Vampire Realm and replaced him as King, but he still didn’t drop his title… which was suspicious, but it made him appreciate the spoken gesture.

For now.

These Archdemons’ methods were indeed sneaky and evil, especially that bastard, Luxen.

If they couldn’t defeat the Faeries who possessed stronger souls, his demonic Legion would murder them and take over the dead and the dying to make more bodies available for minions.

Even if the odds for the Material Realm’s success were overwhelming, Apollyon and their group would work with the Autumn Courts to defeat demons and fight these demonic forces. 

Ravin must have trusted Apollyon to claim the Vampire Realm back from Luxen for the Empress’ sake. In the Archdemon’s eyes, Luna will always be the first Archdemon Empress in the Vampire Realm, and that wouldn’t change. 

Nevertheless, he didn’t object when Apollyon handed him a leather canteen to let his Archdemon blood drip on the container.

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Luna groaned from the tender aches she felt on her body as she tried to gain enough strength to get up from the bed and face him.

His fingers cupped her shivering hand on the leather canteen so that she wouldn’t spill its contents by mistake while he wiped the thin vampire saliva trickling at the corner of her bluish lips. 

Luna drank his blood mixed with Ravin’s in huge gulps until the last drop, without even allowing herself to enjoy the scent of his blood like she usually does out of habit.

Blood had almost reached the rim of the leather canteen that it almost overflowed, but it was gone in just a few seconds as if a thirsty woman, lot in the desert for hours, had slurped it away.

Apollyon snaked one arm around her back to guide her and help her get up from the bed.

Then, she returned the leather canteen to him.

“This tasted divine, Apollyon, but it tasted different.” Luna said breathlessly as she licked the blood dripping at the corner of her mouth. 

As the corner of his lips had curved upward, Apollyon felt comforted that his wife could tell the difference between his blood and the rest.

Apollyon was truly special to her, and he wouldn’t tire of giving her these little tests.

“You haven’t drank from my blood in three months, though.” He felt Luna touch his arm when she pointed that out.

She was keeping track, huh?

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[A/N]

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