Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (January 2022)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Luna had given up mulling over the the demonic Legion while she focused on the babes’ nourishment. There were times when she refused drinking Ravin’s blood out of guilt for her true mate.

Yet, it was Apollyon who forced her to, sticking the small mouth of the leather canteen to her parted lips while one of his arm circled around her back to elevate her head.

Her husband didn’t waste time, making it clear that he would only provide her with two choices.

Either her nose and mouth would drown in their mixed ichor while she dealt with an autocratic male nurse who snaps at her or… she would swallow the concoction and end her suffering.

She felt like a naughty little girl suffering from the ire of her father, being forced to take her medicine before bedtime.

It was strange that she had conjured that image when she had no memory of the one who sired her.

Apollyon aimed to make her stay out of bed since it wouldn’t be good to her physical vessel. 

‘Honestly, I wouldn’t really say that it was hard to consume…’ Luna managed to convince herself after the third time Apollyon forced her to drink it.

It just taste too good that she had feared that she had come to love it too much that she became dependent on it. 

“In this royal bedchamber, I would be the ruler—a leader–when it came to your health.” Apollyon demanded that she shall simply follow his directives, no questions asked.

Luna pointed out that a pregnant woman’s word would rule above all else—anywhere and anytime, reminding Apollyon that he stated that before.

It was a mistake to do that because he had snapped at her. “That statement—” He emphasized with a growl, “—shall not be counted. It’s for your own good, beloved.” The sharpness of his tone was like a slap that she had gone stiff in his arms. 

Luna had gasped in shock while her protest died away in her thoughts, buried and forgotten.

If she didn’t surrender to his will, Luna would risk his displeasure. 

Her husband’s lips were already pinched into a disapproving frown as he hovered over her.

Luna realized, with a sense of foreboding, that she was hanging by a thread before he exploded.

She feared she had already expired to see it if she pushed him to his limit… or maybe that was an exaggeration. 

‘Poor Apollyon!’ A wave of concern for her husband almost brought her to tears as her fingers stroked the hard angle of his jaw. ‘How long will he suffer from the consequences of her transgressions?’

As her husband sensed her distress, the obvious impatience in his countenance disappeared as if he was never even angry at her, couldn’t bring himself to. 

Without another word, Luna decided to listen to him and swallowed the delicious liquid—a secret pleasure that she wouldn’t admit even to her husband.

If it weren’t for Ravin’ Archdemon blood, she would be dead by now. 

Honestly, it was very shameful for her to be in this predicament since the Archdemon in her was starting to crave Ravin’s blood than Apollyon like she was an addict.

Apollyon let her drink his blood mixed with Ravin’s once a day from the container, beforehand, and she used to recover within an hour, regaining the healthy colors on her cheeks.

Not only did Ravin and Apollyon’s blood turn into this magic drug which made her fragile bones and sagging flesh return to normal in just a snap of a finger, but she couldn’t get out of bed and take a step across the room without drinking that heavenly concoction. 

As the time went by, the threshold of her satisfaction of had risen to alarming heights.

Instead of once a day, the frequency of the past dosage had increased by four.

Apollyon had to assist her throughout the day, compelling her to consume the concoction every six hours. 

It got to the point where drinking from a leather canteen would not suffice since the urge to take it fresh from the veins made her vomit from desperation. With her husband’s permission, she drank ichor from both Apollyon and Ravin’s wrists but she savored the delicious taste of Archdemon blood in her tongue more.

On the other hand, Luna had swallowed Apollyon’s blood hard, pretending to be enthusiastic about it while praying to the goddess that she would never get caught. 

Ravin’s blood made her feel something she hadn’t felt in months than she would care to admit.

Good. Stronger than ever.

Head-in the-clouds kind of ‘happy’.

Her rational mind have rejected that positive effect and replaced with insistent warning bells ringing in her head but her body had expressed the opposite. 

Apollyon’s blood tasted good, but it felt like it couldn’t be compared to Ravin’s.

Perhaps, it was the soul of the parasitic baby demon inside her that made her feel like this?

 Luna could clearly differentiate them in her taste buds even if Apollyon had already mixed them together and she badly wished she wouldn’t.

Because in Apollyon’s eyes, that would imply that Ravin was special to her and that might just be the last straw that break the camel’s back.

Luna never thought it was physically possible for Apollyon to catch her morning sickness, too.

He started vomiting whenever she offered him to drink her life essence.

Did he not like her blood anymore because she was drinking Ravin’s ichor, and it disgusted him to do so? 

Even if she couldn’t do anything about it, this was all her fault.

If she kept this up, her mating bond with Apollyon would be overpowered by Ravin, and her physical vessel might reject Apollyon’s blood. 

The birth attendant told them that they were very rare instances where the husband would experience this malady especially when his every waking thoughts and emotions were too involved in his wife’s pregnancy.