This chapter and the latest chapter were rewritten because it was so ugly I am sorry for publishing that abomination it is fine now. start of volume six on the next chapter.

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (August 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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It was a clear night but a bit cold which was a surprise considering they were in the Summer Courts.

The bright moon shone its silver beams in the quiet night.

Owls hooted on the branches as a wolf howled in the distance.

He observed his wife's chest rise and fall with every breath as new white-puffed clouds emerged from her lips.

Apollyon's sensitive ears perked up at the soft crunch of somebody's boot stepping unto dried leaves.

Why did it feel like someone was watching them?

There was a soft rustle from the bushes before they heard a child-like murmur, "Brother."

Apollyon couldn't move abruptly, or else he might disturb his wife's sleep, so it was the Archdemon of Sloth who was the first to move to check who they were.

"Beloved. You must wake up." Apollyon whispered as he caressed her cheek. "Xerxes and Sapphire are here."

He even pressed his palms on her ears to shake her gently, but her eyes were still closed.

Sloth had peeked behind the trembling shrubs and spoke aloud, "Who are those two brats?"

Finally, princess Sapphire revealed herself from her hiding place."I'm not a brat Prince, whichever Kingdom you belong to."

"Insolent brat." Sloth clicked his tongue, "If you do not introduce yourself this instant, you are a brat in my eyes."

"Who are you?"

"I am the Prince of Ghouls." Sloth said proudly, "I thought everyone would know me by now after the duel."

"Sapphire," Apollyon called out.

He gently cradled his wife's head and lowered her to the grass so that she would sleep a bit longer and Apollyon could talk to his half-sister properly instead of Sloth, "Is Xerxes alright?"

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~" The whelp squealed when Apollyon teleported in their circle in an instant.

"He is. He had enough strength to stand up and meet all of you with me." Princess Sapphire's gaze ricocheted to Ravin and Sloth as she cradled Rere in her arms. It was fortunate that she didn't forget to bring the whelp. "Where did these two men came from?"

"Trust me. You don't want me to answer that, little girl." Ravin smirked.

"Princess Ourania's paintings?" Apollyon gave Xerxes' wolf eyes a questioning glance as it glowed in the darkness.

His gaze fell to his hand, which held a poor sack that looked like he had dragged it across the mud, "Did you bring our reward as what the Summer Monarchs told you to deliver?"

"We, Summer Faeries, always honor our agreement, brother. But you should know that I'm not alone." Princess Sapphire stepped forward, and Apollyon froze.

The rest of the creatures in hiding followed suit.

At this moment, it felt like Apollyon had exchanged places with Luna in the arena instead of the forest.

Torches surrounded them while the rest of the sentinels were isolated against the inky black background covered by the trees.

"You must surrender the Ghoul Princes to the Summer Militia, Vampire King!" The Fae General roared.

"My wife and her second won the duel without any magical aid in front of thousands of spectators in the colosseum. It was about time you leave us alone."

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~" The whelp screeched like it was its own battle cry.

"We will leave you and the Empress alone if you hand the second over!"

"We led the Ghoul Princes to the Summer Castle as our guests, General, so it would make sense that they come with us the moment we got out of here," Apollyon said calmly.

"Then you left us with no choice but to do it by force. This will be that last location that the four of you will be—"

Apollyon turned his head towards his half-sister and flashed her a sardonic grin, "I couldn't believe you lured the Summer Militia into this, Princess Sapphire."

"Of course, I would." Princess Sapphire held Xerxes's hand as they walked closer towards Apollyon and Sloth.

She spun around and faced the Summer Militia while wearing a wide grin, "I am on your side."

"You are a traitor to the Summer Courts!"

Apollyon snapped a finger, and a ring of flames shot out, surrounding them in an instant to protect their group from the Summer Militia's attacks.

It felt like a public execution all over again, and he couldn't wait to fight back from all this pent-up frustration inside him.

He finally had an outlet.

Apollyon teleported behind the Summer General to decapitate him before he gained the upper hand.

As Apollyon circled one forearm across the Fae General's shoulder in a tight headlock while his other hand clasped the hilt of his sword, a hint of alcohol infiltrated his nostrils when he pressed the edge of the blade on his neck.

Princess Sapphire gave him a knowing look. His gut told him that the young spymaster must have found a strategy to get some of the sentinels drunk.

"One wrong move from you, and I will let this sword decide."

Apollyon scowled at Luna when he saw her standing in front of the General as she held another blade on his chest.

"This is treason!" The Fae General turned his head towards Apollyon and exposed his neck, making him even more vulnerable.

His weapon was as clear and decisive as his mind.

Apollyon didn't waste time.

He took hold of the general's dark hair, separated his head from the torso, moved it slightly to the right, and slew him.

His wife stepped backward immediately before the blood could splash on her dark blue dress.

Her countenance was a mix of determination and repulsion, as if she was trying hard not to vomit. The impact on the remaining soldiers as they watched their commander's gruesome death was dramatic.

Their mouths hung open in shock.

Frozen.

The choice was made.

All else had fallen away, including the general's head as it rolled to the grass.

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~"

Rere jumped from Princess Sapphire's arms and flew over their side to catch and eat the General's soul in its mouth.

"This sword had shaped the destiny of the Vampire Realm and the Summer Monarchs." Apollyon declared, "I will give you five minutes to vanish in this forest if you don't want to suffer your poor general's fate."