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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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With every lick of Ravin's tongue of Luna's skin, the Angel Dust cleared out from her face and chest, leaving a minimal taste of poignancy in his mouth.

When he swallowed the tiny silver particles coating his tongue blending with his spit, it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

Ravin was a strong Archdemon, so he wasn't fazed at all or…was he bluffing to help Luna from suffering and would rather face the consequences of ingesting Angel's Dust himself?

He can't help but satiate his curiosity, but if he could play as Luna's knight-in-shining armour and have his wicked way afterwards, then he would take the risk.

He was the Archdemon of Gluttony.

Ravin can endure the flavour without grimacing as he carried on.

Parting his lips to trace her sternum, he stared at the three small red triangular shapes carved on her ivory skin just below her collar bone and settled above her breasts.

Ravin's hand flew to her chest as he rubbed his fingers hard against it in panic, hoping it was just his imagination.

His muscles went rigid when he couldn't remove the marks.

If these were new runes, he hadn't recognized who this belonged to.

He swore it wasn't there earlier.

Mayhap, the Angel Dust had caused him to hallucinate.

When he bent his head to examine it closer, he realized that the triangles were equidistant to each other, perfectly aligning from the centre.

There was an inscribed circle at the largest triangle in the middle, while the remaining triangles at the side have inscribed crescents facing opposite each other.

Ravin cocked his head to the side as he scratched it gently with his nails, probing for its authenticity.

He had this eerie speculation that this was the mark of the triple goddess showing the moon phases, starting from the waxing crescent, the full moon, and the waning crescent.

Hecate.

The Mother.

The Maiden.

The Crone.

Why did the Goddess of the Underworld's symbol reveal itself?

Was this a warning for Ravin not to push his luck with her any further?

Ravin's demonic runes had vanished along with the Angel Dust with every lap of his tongue only to be replaced by Hecate's emblem.

Luna wasn't Hecate's High Priestess, and she wasn't a virgin anymore, either.

What was happening?

Why would an Archangel and a Goddess claim this lady as if they couldn't wait to get their hands on her?

Was there something Ravin was missing here?

His eyes narrowed in confusion. 'What was Luna capable of?'

Certain goddesses had the gift of sight—who can see an individual's future.

Was this about Luna's ensuing potential and the role she would play in the Last Judgement?

Will Luna gain more power in the future as an Archdemon and hold a High Position in Hell?

The Underworld was the boundary separating Heaven and Hell.

They had remained neutral despite having the best of both worlds.

They must want Luna to be on their side against the Archdemons.

Those creatures who derived power from the Underworld could practice black and white magic with little to no consequences because they know how to balance—just enough execution of dark magic that wouldn't send practising priestesses, alchemists witches to Hell.

They knew perfectly well not to draw the line.

If the Underworld acquired Luna as theirs, then the scales between good and evil wouldn't be tipped to either side.

Glancing down at Luna's new ink patterns, Ravin pressed his lips together and smirked.

If Hecate wanted to dip her pretty nose where it shouldn't belong, Ravin would not consider it a warning but a challenge.

Luna was an Archdemon and his blood mate, so she was a property of Hell.

Ravin wouldn't let anyone take her away from him.

He would see to it that anyone who might attempt, he will destroy without remorse.

Drawing in husky breaths, Luna glanced up at him briefly with hooded eyes before shifting her gaze to the ceiling in a poor attempt to downplay her arousal.

"What is wrong, Ravin?" Luna's face flushed somewhat when Ravin decided to play with her erect nipples by rubbing them slow, distracting both him and her from the unexpected revelation.

Luna closed her eyes and murmured, "Why did you stop licking?"

His fingers brushed her silver hair out of the way to the back, and the knuckles stroking the mark of the triple goddess sent her heart beating wildly.

Ravin liked making her nervous with anticipation. Ravin said, "Your chest."

Hands clenching into fists, Luna's pale face showed the epitome of calm as she asked, "What is wrong with it?"

"Nothing." He replied in amusement.

Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspicion before glancing down.

She removed her fingertips from Ravin's shoulder blades to brush at the triangular shapes on her chest.

"What is this?" Luna's eyes widened in shock. Brows knitting together in confusion, Luna glared at them in scrutiny. "I don't know where this came from."

It appeared like Ravin was in for another surprise when his gaze zeroed in on the red rings, as thin as a thread, on her pinkie, ring, and middle finger as Luna rubbed at the red-ink patterns on her chest.

Now, this?

He didn't know what it meant.

Ravin clasped her hand and observed the rings.

The redness on the ring and middle finger was still bold and vibrant, while the one on the pinkie had started to turn pink as if the red colour had started to fade.

Scowling, Luna pulled her hand from his and folded her arms. "What is wrong, Ravin?"

The Goddess of the Underworld wasn't important right now.

He had to resume his seduction with his Amare.

Shaking his head, Ravin changed the subject. "I want to try something."

He caught her by surprise when his hand landed on her breasts, massaging them fully.

Luna gasped when Ravin increased his palms' speed and pressure, pressing into her nipples in a circling motion.