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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Apollyon!" Luna whispered as the blanket she clutched on her fingers dropped on the wooden floorboards in a soft rustle, her hand covering her open mouth in shock.

He busted the thick and heavy wooden door, detaching it from its hinges as it dropped in a loud bang.

Swallowing hard, Luna's eyes ricocheted from the pathetic door on the ground… to her husband's cloak smeared with blood standing at the threshold as he carried a huge shiny ax then back to the thick door frame.

The Vampire King appeared like he was ready to fight!

But who?

Her?

Will her husband kill her with the ax in his grip just because he was tricked into having sexual congress an Archdemon?

Flinching at the loud crack, Luna's eyes searched around the room, and when she glanced down, she realized that the sound came from the thick ligneous door abruptly splitting into two as if it was a delayed attack.

Come to think of it.

Luna didn't have to make sure if their massive door was still there when the strong gusts of stormy winds and the large, condensed clouds with the color of gray in every shade and depth were an indication that their small cabin welcomed the storm.

The atmosphere was so thick and humid that she could probably swim it.

Thunder followed lightning in a few seconds, and Luna curbed a gasp.

There was nothing to fear with nature when the real threat was right in front of her.

Rainstorm can't hurt her aside from getting her wet.

Well, Apollyon must have learned something from the rain.

Luna's fingers unconsciously flew to her mouth as she bit her nails in anxiety, peering at Apollyon, whose face was covered by the cape.

He remained still, his legs separated in a wide stance.

"Apollyon." She squinted at the object in question. "Why are you carrying an ax with you?"

Apollyon threw an ax to the side, and the sharp edge hit the wall deep, clinging so tightly as if it was a house decoration.

Luna's gaze helplessly followed the ax, and she couldn't figure out if she were glad that it wasn't embedded on her forehead and slit her skull open or should it make her upset that it damaged their house.

She thought it was her who was going to demolish the house in shambles from all the glass vases she had thrown.

It turned out that she was also competing with her husband.

"I'm not carrying an ax with me, wife." Apollyon smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes as he removed the hood of his cloak to reveal his chiseled face smeared with blood. "Not anymore."

Her nostrils flared.

That blood wasn't his.

The scent seemed like it belonged to a group of people.

"Apollyon." Luna's hands limped to the sides as she thought about Apollyon killing faeries without remorse just so he could get rid of his rage towards her —so that he wouldn't hurt her when he came back into her arms. "Apollyon." Gritting her teeth in frustration, Luna wanted to point out the obvious. "You destroyed the door."

The Vampire King shrugged without care.

Frozen in place, Luna murmured, "Have you been drinking?"

He walked towards her sluggishly as the raindrops falling outside turned into big fat drops of water as it flooded inside the small cabin.

"That's not important right now, beloved." Apollyon's breath smelled like alcohol with a mix of fragrant herbs.

As her husband mantle fell to the floor in a heap, the clothes he wore still reek of spirits—and the blood…

There was blood all over his shirt.

"What about all this blood on your clothes?" Her hands flew to his clothes as she frantically unbuttoned the shirt, "Who did you kill?"

"Wife." His voice was gruff.

'He is calling me wife, again.' Luna mused. 'That must be a good thing.'

Luna noticed that when they argued this afternoon, Apollyon called her Luna the whole time as if in his mind he already renounced her as his wife.

That scared her a little bit now; her heartbeat slowed to normal, knowing that her husband was back for good.

But this husband in front of her—she wasn't sure if she still recognized this psychopath.

Did she really love a man who enjoyed killing without sense?

He watched her with hooded eyes. "There is something I wanted to destroy in this house aside from the door."

The static in the air sent chills running down her spine, making the tiny hairs on her back stood on their end.

Apollyon stood so close to her, and she breathed like she was running out of air.

She rasped. "What is it?"

Smirking, Apollyon tilted cocked his head towards it, "The bed."

Her eyes widened in shock when blue lightning flashed behind her husband--at the empty rectangle where their door should have been.

Luna witnessed how his cold, hard Prussian blue eyes brightened into light blue as his dark pupils narrowed into slits. "The bed looked pretty great tonight."

Was there a possibility that this wasn't her husband?

Nobody moved in the darkness for a minute.

Dealing with the Archdemons had truly affected her psyche, making her doubt her reality.

Ever since Luxen's deception occurred, Luna was careful in handling and meeting people.

She didn't want to be tricked by a demon again.

Her Archdemon Magic increased, and it became easier for her to read people's aura beforehand, making sure it matched with the form.

One can never be too careful in the Faerie Realm because, like Archdemons, they were known for their glamour.

She might see through them if one attempted, but she never knew if a Faerie can shapeshift.

Shutting her eyes tight, Luna took a deep breath before allowing her consciousness to converge with the outskirts of his mind.

Her mental hands probed him with grace as she settled her open palms in her husband's chest.

It wasn't a forceful assault but as graceful as the ebb and flow of the tidal waves on the shore.

When she heard the resonance of her name in his mind, Luna sighed with relief and opened her eyes to see him fix his gaze at him.

She could sense his body heating up, and when she glanced down at his erection—

It made her feel alive with excitement, curious for what was to come.

"I will make love to you."