Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (July 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"Get out." Apollyon bellowed, warning the guards at the Vinca Inn. "Let me handle it."

Apollyon stretched an arm as he stalked forward towards Luna, blocking them from her just in case these Fae attack her with Fae Magic out of terror.

Their eyes were wide with fear, but thankfully, they didn't need to be told twice.

Both of them advanced towards the terrace as if the devils were at their heels.

Soft whirs of their thin yet transparent light green wings, fluttering quickly in the air, resonated around the room until there was silence.

Apollyon looked over his shoulder and saw the terrace empty with the occasional gauzy curtains floating in the winds like blue water.

He realized they were gone as if they were never there in the first place.

Both of the guards have jumped from the balustrade at such a high altitude.

The spider coming out of Luna's open mouth scampered at the floor the moment it landed on its feet.

Red sore cuts suddenly appeared on his wife's exposed throat, collarbone, and chest from the boat neckline of her bright yellow dress.

Just from the mere sight of it, Apollyon could already feel the burning pain in his chest and throat as he clutched his heart.

Apollyon's hand covered his mouth in shock as more round, black spiders, the size of half of his fist, came out of these small wounds as they crawled to the fabric of her dress.

Some were light that they could surf in the breeze before landing on the carpets.

Now, they were too many of them scuttling around with their eight hairy legs.

Chills ran down his spine, freezing in place as if he had seen Medusa himself.

All the spiders moving around the carpet gathered at the center as they climbed on top of the other, morphing into a single monstrous black spider with hairy legs.

Stepping backward to give the creature more space, Apollyon craned his neck to look at the monster with eyes exceeding the number of fingers he had.

It loomed over him, watching him with blinking eyes before it opened its mouth to reveal fangs and silken strands of webs.

Since when did these arachnids live in his wife's body?

Was she cursed… or was this the manifestation of Lilith's darkness inside her?

So, was the active pool of blood cleansing his wife from all these impurities?

Apollyon held his breath as he heard the sound of his heartbeat thrashing in his ears.

This was the first time he had witnessed something this outlandish, and he was tempted to rub his eyes and punch himself in the face to make sure this was real.

Clenching his fists, Apollyon widened his stance as he prepared to fight the monster with a magic spell. But the blood overflowing from the grimoire beat him to it.

It slowly exuded from Luna's skin to attack the monstrous creature from behind.

The thick, gunk of blood stretched itself to its limit to accommodate the monster as it wrapped around the large spider-like how a piece of paper would do to a stone.

He had other questions in mind as he narrowed his eyes at the two beings fighting for dominance.

This formless, faceless, brainless thing also did this to Luna to release all these toxic spiders inside her form.

He even dodged a stray bloodstain when the spider tried to break free from the trap, munching and tearing the slime with its teeth.

Yet, it was hard to catch them since they can bend their form like water at will.

Nevertheless, Apollyon let himself relax and sighed with relief as he observed from afar, allowing Hecate's minion—whatever this was- to do all this work.

To Apollyon, a minute felt like forever.

After all, he was a mere audience to this clash, but he was glad he didn't have to fight them and break a sweat.

He waited until the spider had given up.

The gunk of blood completely encased the spider in a seemingly hardened chrysalis until the spider's battle cries went silent as a tomb.

After that, the gore shrank all of a sudden.

He could hear the loud crunch of the spider's broken bones until it was reduced into the size of a small pearl as it dropped into a soft 'clink' on the floor.

Hecate's grimoire's fluttered its pages again despite the absence of wind in the room.

The red pearl ascended and advanced towards the book, radiating as bright as the sun, and the small thing vanished among the leaves.

Apollyon heard a loud thud at his right, and he witnessed Luna falling to her knees, and he immediately advanced in her direction to assist her.

It appeared that his wife was unconscious.

Apollyon held her gently, adjusting her to lean against his arms.

Her eyes were closed, her lips were pale, and her skin was pallid as if she was about to dissolve in the wind, appearing as fragile as fine china.

Apollyon took a deep breath twice to make his trembling voice even. "Luna. If you are in there, somewhere, please don't surrender. Not now."

Or else, he would regret it.

Ages of life-long regret of being apart from a mate.

Of times forever lost, stolen by just giving up until it all slowed down into nothing.

"Please come back to me, beloved. Hecate had helped in bringing you to the forefront. Please take control of your vessel." Apollyon pleaded as his quivering hand caressed her forehead in a comforting gesture. "Every single moment… one second… one minute… I always notice that you aren't the one who is by my side. Come back to me. Now. Don't welcome the darkness and let it consume you."

Apollyon can't let her go.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped the room like a blanket.

Just when Apollyon thought that it wouldn't end, it disappeared in an instant.

A circle of brass came out of nowhere and shone brightly in front of Apollyon with thin silvery threads hanging unto them.

Hecate's herald appeared just in time—when the battle between the spider and the grimoire was done.

"Perfect timing," Apollyon said in sarcasm as he glanced up at him quickly before returning his attention to Luna.

"We successfully subdued Caelano."