(A/N) To those who are confused, 812-815 is edited

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (December 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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He walked towards the housekeeper to ask if Ravin had arrived at the Manor out of Luna’s earshot. 

As much as possible, he wanted the Archdemon and his wife to have fewer interactions.

Well, he hoped that these familiars wouldn’t meet her anymore if she liked to keep her power and dignity intact.

They shouldn’t see her this fragile.

Her Archdemon Familiars might steal this chance to take advantage of it and break their binding contract. 

Ha! It wasn’t like Apollyon would allow them.

This was the reason why he left the Archdemon of Gluttony in the Autumn Palace without saying goodbye, riding the black stallion Queen Morgan owned and allowed him to use her and left the bastard in the dust.

It was a miracle that they were civil with each other, but that didn’t mean that he had treated the bastard as a friend and considered him as his wife’s second mate.

The irritation he felt made him want to explode and fantasize about violence.

The Archdemon was nothing but a Familiar.

Ravin was Luna’s servant and nothing else.

He had clicked his tongue in his realization that every Archdemon he met, except his wife,  was simply delusional. 

  It wasn’t a coincidence that these insane demons couldn’t see reality.

Apollyon had refrained from using teleportation since it would no longer work because of the protection spells placed around the Kingdom.

However, it was considerably stronger now. 

The Autumn Fair Folk had placed its life force on the line to increase the stability of the shields and improve its resistance from the demons and evil spirits attacking at what they had perceived as weaker spots on the dome-shaped barriers.

Queen Morgan had done this on purpose.

Apollyon wasn’t the King here, so he had no problems following directives from a Monarch who had earned his respect aside from his wife. 

Apollyon can be a firm ally or a powerful enemy.

It was up to the people involved with him to choose.

In just a short amount of time, Queen Morgan had declared him and Luna as temporary prince and princess of her  Kingdom to entice the Fair Folk to trust them and follow their orders; Apollyon became an authoritative leader and commander to a group of Knights from the Fall Militia which he called Order of the Selcis.

He always made sure that each intelligent decision was based on solid logic.

The Autumn Queen and the Fae Elders had also provided him with wise counsel during their meeting, praising him for his keen mind.

Honestly, Apollyon had anticipated a negative sentiment that hearing those words made him raise an eyebrow.

The Council had collectively valued his seasoned experiences on the battlefield as a  ruler of the Vampire Realm.

In the throne’s name, he was ready to defend the Kingdom and conquer the enemy. 

Apollyon was imposing during the daily Conclave, leaning forward on the same glass table with his clenched fists resting on the glass surface where the Three Fates showed themselves to answer the Fall Queen’s Queries just in case these old Faeries in full-faced masks and velvet cloaks which covered them from head to toe, couldn’t hear or understand him.

He had worn a full suit of chained armor topped with a blue tunic, a red cape, and a scowl that made his handsome face become sterner.

Apollyon was ready to stand up and make his point as he clutched the hilt of his heavy sword and pulled them from its sheath.

The strange realization Apollyon had–that it was better to discuss their ideas and get other people’s opinions–surprised him.

At first, Apollyon thought that sharing his view about the infestation of demons in the Material Realm with the Faeries would never work since he was treated poorly by the Spring Courts.

Despite being the Vampire King and having a friend and a distant cousin and ally there, Apollyon and his wife dealt with discrimination after they witnessed what his wife could do at the Ostara Celebrations.

Nothing to see there.

At that moment, Luna was just an Archdemon-Vampire displaying her rare ability to eat souls to save the Kingdom.

Her golden heart had earned her attempted persecution, and there was nothing left to do but flee to the Summer Courts.

The Kingdom where the Fae blood running through his veins came from wasn’t a picnic, either. 

Apollyon didn’t want his brain to recall what happened from the moment they had plunged themselves to the deep crystal pool at the waterfalls and ended it with the brutal beheading of the Summer General.

He was used to this kind of bloodshed, so it didn’t phase him at all, but Luna’s disgust made him aware of his apathy and detachment of other people’s lives aside from the ones he had genuinely cared about. 

From the way Jora, Sylvain, and Kotari scowled at him when he had the chance to give them a sideways glance, he wondered whether Queen Morgan’s Cadre was jealous of the power she bestowed upon him.

Even the Archdemon of Gluttony noticed how they bore holes on his clothes with their eyes the instant he turned his back.

Ravin observed him when the Cadre who visited their camp was out of sight after delivering Queen Morgan’s message.

Xerxes warned Apollyon to be more alert around the  Cadre if these Fae Generals would persuade the Fall Queen to take her power back and strip Apollyon and Luna of their temporary title.

These men have pledged to protect her with their lives, but politics and hierarchy still existed no matter how many times they expressed their loyalty to their brave and heroic Queen.

When he succeeded his father’s throne and lived long enough as the new Vampire King, Luna quickly learned that creatures in the Material Realm will always be greedy in the face of gaining dominion over others.

Well, Apollyon admitted that he was one of those people if he was honest with himself.