Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (December 2021)

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Prince Ravin of the First Circle of Hell 

The Archdemon of Gluttony

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  Ravin caught sight of the tall glass doors of the balconies growing from the walls of the Manor, which was adorned with a patina of beautiful ocean bluish-green hues, giving a wonderful view of the horizon but then a lovely woman dressed in a soft lavender sitting on the balcony drew his gaze. 

  When he looked to the right, the Vampire King stood stiff beside her with his hand clutching possessively on the rocking chair. 

Where was Luna? 

Ravin’s eyes searched the terrace doors, and both were open. 

Even the Vampire King and this new girl were out in the open for all the Faeries and maidservants to see. 

  Aren’t they afraid that  Luna would find out? 

Was the bastard searching for another replacement now that his wife was bedridden and fated to die just because the three Fates said so?

Apollyon wanted to be with his wife as much as possible while they still had a day left for them to be together before returning to the Autumn Palace. Hence, he obviously ditched Ravin in the Autumn Palace to get rid of him and hog all their mate’s attention like the greedy bastard he was after he gave him Archdemon blood. 

Was this the price he would pay after telling the Vampire King to beg and grovel?

The Vampire King was as fierce as a snarling tiger when it came to her, but he couldn’t process that anger every time Ravin entered the picture.

  He enjoyed how his mere presence could turn the Vampire King livid every time he opened his mouth.

Their mate was obviously his weakness, and Ravin tried to take advantage of Apollyon’s jealousy and self-damaging rage.

Ravin might be the Archdemon of Gluttony, but at least he knew how to share a woman from the start of the connection.

Once he started getting attached, he would never let go, but he was always willing to compromise.

If Luna weren’t pregnant, Apollyon would have done the deed all night long while he consorted with her all day until he exhausted what was left of her energy. 

Now, that sounded like him.

Shaking his head, Ravin clicked his tongue and muttered. “That’s too bad.” 

Ravin would never make the mistake he did if he had the chance to have Luna.

Apollyon needed more time with their mate, but his thirst for her blood would never be quenched.

  How lustful must he be for her blood could if he kept this up?

The Vampire King was aware of his trickery, alright, but he kept falling for the toxic trap that only damaged himself and his relationship with Luna.

  No matter how Apollyon tried to keep his face serene and calm, he was a warrior who used his emotions as a weapon to destroy and subdue his target.

‘ What a pathetic King! ‘ Ravin mused.

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Wait a minute. 

Why was Apollyon talking to this lady while they stared at him? 

It was clear that the two were literally talking about him rather than behind his back. 

He narrowed his gaze at the short-haired woman, noticing too late that her hair was silver after Apollyon raised the umbrella enough for him to see what she looked like. 

As he focused on her face, that was when he realized it was Luna. 

Her otherworldly beauty can stand out from afar.

Ravin assumed that his mate would become prettier with her new image up close enough to charm the Archdemon of Lust as well.

  Luna wielded her powerful feminine energy like a mighty sword, clearing all the obstacles in her way, and it worked.

The evils of her life that she was after—Lilith and Luxen’s greed to own the Material Realm.

  At that moment, Ravin decided that he would never stop until the woman became his.

He was extremely patient than that Vampire King.

  If Apollyon kept up with his domineering attitude with Luna, then Ravin wouldn’t have to seize Luna from him since he would lose Luna of his own accord. 

His mate would grow tired of that good-for-nothing King soon. 

  Ravin waved his hand to ensure his mate had actually seen him. 

  Was it just a coincidence that both of them were looking in his direction? 

  From their postures alone, he was certain that Apollyon and Luna had seen him riding the brown stallion from this distance. 

At first, he had wondered what made their mate tense with just the sight of him when she should take this short chance to relax and take the first snowfall from the easy comfort in her rocking chair. 

The Vampire King gave him one last glower before he kissed the crown of Luna’s head. 

Apollyon was always with her—protecting her, watching over her and keeping her from harm’s way.

His heart melted as warmth spread through his chest.

As her mate, Ravin would have done the same.

She didn’t have to ask because that was part of his responsibility.

  When Apollyon asked him for Archdemon’s blood to mix with his, Ravin didn’t think twice about nourishing his mate.

He only acted with hesitation to make the Vampire King feel like he owed him one.

Both of them wanted the best for Luna, so they must put their pride aside and move past this. 

A white fog enfolded him, and he and his stallion rushed before the snow turned into a blizzard. 

Deep grey clouds had rolled at the sky, and it looked like a painting.

The winter trees danced and shivered into the wintry winds, with their light and lean branches appearing like wands with their warm brown trunks standing starkly in the white background.

The vibrant colour of Autumn was now replaced with white layers. 

In the pale half-orange light of the sunset transitioning into the twilight, Ravin could see that the pine trees had turned into blackish-green silhouettes.

He could also see the snowy mountain peaks of the neighbouring Winter Courts.

As his horse slowed down the thin forest, he couldn’t help but extend an un-gloved hand to feel the icicles forming unto the naked branches and autumn leaves.

Sometimes, he would raise his head towards the heavens to catch the snowflake with his tongue.

It felt like he was staying in this magical Winter Wonderland of pure white and heartwarming browns similar to Luxen’s Kingdom. 

He bet if Luxen figured that this existed here, he would invade the Faerie  Realm right away—specifically, the Winter Courts—like how he invaded the Arctic Tundras of the Vampire Realm. 

The shadows stretched their arms to bring the night as the sun fell behind him. 

The day was done. 

As Ravin revelled in the glory of silence and the awe of nature, something came out of the blue, speeding towards him like a boomerang thrown by the enemy.

He covered his head with his forearm and let it deal with the impact, but there was no collision, nor did his demon blood spill into the snow. 

It surprised Ravin that the whelp could actually use his scaly wings despite its youth.

How smart of him to learn it quickly on its own that it was almost impossible!

“Rere.”  He called it in a low voice and beckoned the whelp to fly closer to him with a finger. You flew outside to greet me.” Hmm. This was interesting. Rere kept up with his stallion’s pace, and that was even more amazing. “Sloth must have trained you really well while I was busy at the Autumn Palace. I should have  watched my mate instead of  the sleepyhead, but that Apollyon wouldn’t allow me to.” 

“REEEEEEEE~”

“Shh.” He placed a forefinger over his lips. “Be quiet, Rere. You don’t have to scream.” He whispered and grabbed Rere while it was flying in mid-air so that it could rest in the horse’s neck. Fortunately, the other animal didn’t mind the small dragon and continued trotting in the dark with little to no guidance coming from him. “You will wake up the entire Estate for nothing.”

“REEEEEEEEEE~”

“Where is the Archdemon of Sloth?” He petted its wrinkled head. “Is he sleeping?” 

“REEEEEEEEEE~” Rere screamed, escaping from his clutches and returned to the air if saying ‘This way!’ and finally led him to Sloth. 

Ravin followed the whelp, and he witnessed the Archdemon of Sloth lying on the snow like a lazy star with his eyes closed and outstretched limbs.

Dried, unidentified bones rested beside him.

He got off his horse and let his sandals touch what was left of the grass, uncovered by snow underneath, while pebbles crushed with his every stride.

He had draped his body with the wolf fur and put its head behind his back, but he found no good reason to wear this since he could withstand extreme cold and heat as an Archdemon, but he did it to humour the Queen whom she had been curious about.

Queen Morgan gave it to him as a gift and muttered that this ancient item was returned to its rightful owner.

His response was a nonchalant shrug.

Ravin didn’t know how to react to a Queen obsessed with giving gifts nowadays.

He recalled that the Queen had handed a  perfume to the Vampire King, and he had no idea what to think of it.

What had his brother done now? 

Princess Sapphire answered him after the whelp landed on her arm as she stood in a well-manicured garden. “He fell asleep.”

Then, she ordered it to jump on her leather-gloved hand as if she had trained the whelp herself.