New Chapter for the Highest Tier (June 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Apollyon allowed himself to drown in the thoughts of an abandoned son who his mother had left to dally with treacherous men who couldn't stay with her for a long time.

There was this dark, murky feeling lingering through the expanse of his skin.

A sharp blade twisting into his gut. Apollyon couldn't understand why but it felt like there was something about his wife.

He looked her over once or twice.

Then, Apollyon glowered at the male fairies near her just in case they might try something funny.

But no one was acting suspiciously.

Suddenly, Apollyon heard a strange ringing in his ears before a scream pierced through his brain like the strongest of claymore, giving him that clarity to drive the clouds away from his mind.

It hit him like a lightning bolt to the tower of clawing resentment he had and smashed them into a million pieces.

He froze in place, standing still and quiet as a tree grounding itself to the roots.

Apollyon blinked slowly as if he was under a self-imposed trance.

Then, he allowed his ears to pick up the chatters of the audience regarding Princess Ourania and Sir Tristan.

He perfectly heard what they said, but he didn't try to understand what they meant.

Apollyon let it pass to his other ear without personal judgment, treating it like a one fine breeze passing by him. It was nothing.

The amazing sound of the jester singing his heart and soul out with his loud yet deep baritone, along with the murmurs of the crowd, sent his goosebumps to rise.

But there was this urgency at the back of his mind.

Distress bubbled inside him, but it was an emotion that felt like it didn't belong to him personally. When he became more aware of his element and focused on the present, he heard a high-pitched screaming in his head in that familiar voice of his wife, compelling his entire being to face Luna on the other side of the carpet.

He was taken aback by the vision in front of him.

There was another man who held Luna in his arms.

Blood pounded in his ears his vision clouded with red.

He just let her out of sight for a few minutes only to witness this?

The stranger's hands were locked on her hips, and she didn't push him away like how a loyal married woman should.

His hands shook from the force of his anger as he gritted his teeth.

How easy would it be for her to almost bring him to the edge with all those provocative touches? Sometimes, she gave those priceless caresses for free but so quick to take them from him to tease him further. To edge him until he went mad and can't take it anymore.

Luna wouldn't flirt with him for the rest of the night and do something like this on purpose to make him jealous.

Apollyon couldn't accept it!

Before he went ballistic, Apollyon had to squint at the two figures, making sure he wasn't hallucinating about her wife embracing another man in front of him without feeling an ounce of shame!

His wife's hands were settled on the man's body.

Upon closer look, Apollyon saw that she was clawing at his chest with her long sharp nails.

She wasn't caressing him at all but she was pulling him closer.

His brows knitted in confusion at sight.

Had she been held hostage if they were standing so close like that?

What if his wife was in danger, and she was compelled to do this because she was controlled?

Apollyon couldn't see the stranger's face because he was looking down at his wife and sniffing the crown of her head.

The man's thick raven hair was short, silky curtains on his forehead.

His eyes widened while his lips parted in shock.

Apollyon became alarmed when he realized that the man she was with wore similar clothes like him and even assumed the same build Apollyon had seen himself when he looked into the mirror this morning before he left with his wife to visit the Summer Castle.

Before he could even wonder why Apollyon was surprised when his gaze shifted to the stranger's countenance when he raised his head a little.

They have the same face!

Was it the Archdemon of Gluttony doing this in hopes of stealing her right under his nose?

Apollyon moved forward, but he was immediately scolded by one of the Summer Guards for shoving other aristocrats out of the way and taking a step forward on the edge of the carpet.

Without removing his gaze on Luna, he tried teleporting at the same spot where she and the other Apollyon stood, but something blocked him from doing using Fae Magic.

The strong electromagnetic field shielded the two of them from any attempts of rescue, and it seemed to be not his wife's doing but the man she was with.

Luna was staring at him over her shoulder with wide misty green eyes, appearing torn.

It almost sparkled under the golden orbs floating on Princess Ourania's head as she slowly walked in that white gown.

Apollyon knew that look.

She was pleading with him not to cause a commotion and trust her to handle it herself.

Heat flushed through his body as muscles jumped under his skin.

Never again!

Apollyon can't stand on the sidelines and let her deal with a threat.

He can't lose her again to Luxen if he was that Archdemon and not a Fae aristocrat who was pranking them for fun.

Apollyon will make this trickster wish he was dead.

After a few more tries, Apollyon found the weakest spot of this magic nullification field at the right timing and destroyed it and grabbed Luna's forearm.

For that split second, he saw a red stone being dropped on the floor on Luna's feet.

He didn't wait to find out what it does and teleported his wife to safety.

The explosion seared the air so strong that all the windows in the Ball Room shattered, ripping the Summer Faeries apart until they were nothing but charred flesh and specks of dust.