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The Empress Luna

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These Archdemons were fucked up.

Luna had this fear that she might become one of them if she stayed here for too long, trapped in Hell forever.

'Hold up.' She was already one of them except for the twisted mind.

Luxen had placed her in a clean white space that was as sterile as the room Cederic had settled her with the first time she was captured.

It could look like a sick room for people who need a witch doctor or an asylum for girls like Lilith.

The bedsheets, the curtains, and the canopies were the color of ivory, except, her blood still dripped from her unhealed wound to the blankets.

She wouldn't be surprised if Luxen—with his silver hair, silver eyes, and the thick white wolf fur which covered his entire body which only showing his head, hands, and shoes--would blend so quickly in the background.

Luna recalled what had happened in the room where Luxen had deposited her.

She kept that amazing secret and would guard the memory with her life.

At night, the room turned into something different when the lights went out.

The space was pitch-black.

The chamber glowed with the geometric patterns and runes on the ceilings and the walls, as orange and white linear lights flashed like the sun and the stars in the sky.

Luna wasn't sure if she was hallucinating because of the effects of the angel blade, but she swore she could see the shadow of a dove encircling a diamond on the ceiling which was the center of her focus.

That was when the magic started.

She saw the apparition of the Angel who had once helped her, but it quickly disappeared.

Her only proof that the angel was there with her was a single white feather falling slowly until it landed on Luna's chest.

Clenching her fists as she fought the force of gravity, Luna struggled to lift her hand and held them in her fingers.

It gave her a sense of relief, knowing that she was protected, somehow.

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The next morning after her fateful encounter with an Angel, Luxen tried to lighten her dark mood using his 'charming wit' and his 'seductive voice', to hide how chaotic her situation was, mixing them like a love potion.

He probably thought that it would work on her, but it was all in vain.

It had elicited an opposite effect, instead.

The manwhore might think this he was hilarious and spirited with his puns, but she will not forget that this Archdemon was sarcastic, harsh, and brooding when he was angry.

Luxen had been attempting to make her laugh with his jokes as if that would bring her out of the darkness.

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Luna was in Archdemon of Lust's Kingdom: the windiest, coldest, and iciest spot in Hell that Archdemons who were used to Hell Fire would probably die.

Luna also noticed that these Archdemons take pride in their aesthetically pleasing sceneries.

She knew Luxen was trying to soothe how stressed she was about their upcoming wedding, but no matter how delightful the devil was, these charms will not work on her because Luna has heard the worst from the Archdemon of Sloth about this manwhore.

Every time she recalled Sloth's tales, Luna had the sudden urge to shiver in disgust and puke her guts out… or was it just the headache and frostbite she had experienced from the eternal cold which had already seeped into her bones?

Her teeth chattered even if Luxen had covered her form with the warmth of the thick wolf fur coat.

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The Archdemon of Lust had taken advantage of her forced silence every time he visited to check up on her with concern.

He talked a lot about himself, and from time to time, the bastard had asked her if she was feeling better.

'Of course, she wasn't alright!' Luna's nostrils flared as she cursed him in her mind, 'This Archdemon was mocking her, for sure!'

Now that she wasn't laughing at her jokes, Luxen had resorted to insulting!

It came out as sarcasm to her ears that Luna felt the turbulent fury of her anger rising, but she could only mumble her hatred and watched the man with protruding eyes.

Every time Luxen got bored because Luna couldn't argue back, he got on the bed with her and placed his hand around her back, making sure that her Archdemon wings were correctly folded.

She would think that this was better compared to being raped.

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After three days, she could finally move a little and roll around the bed.

That night, Luna slept on her right side facing the wall.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Luna opened her eyes as she felt someone gathering her silver hair and playing with the strands.

Calming down, Luna tried to even out her breaths.

At first, she thought that it was the Archdemon of Lust, but the slow humming of an ancient lullaby clearly indicated that it was Lilith.

The hair had lifted from her nape and arms as she felt rooted on her spot.

It felt like the Archdemon of Envy was singing gently to a baby, and it was probably the end of the world if Luna had seen and heard of the female Archdemon's maternal instincts in her presence.

Luna's body told her to run, but Lilith hadn't harmed her yet.

Closing her eyes shut, Luna waited, her lips trembling in fear.

What would Lilith do next after her sickeningly sweet lullaby would end?

Did Lilith know that Luna was awake?

"I know you are awake, Luna." The Archdemon of Envy replied, answering her question as if she had heard her thoughts.

Her voice was husky and seductive with a hint of amusement as if she had been roused from sleep, always down to make love with any one of the opposite sex.

She was a succubus who was one of those females who would do anything for Luxen… or was it the other way around?

Heartbeat racing, Luna remained silent.

"I finally know why I couldn't possess you, wench." A giggling laugh that was out-of control. "You have Apollyon's baby inside you."