New Chapter for the Highest Tier (June 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"Would you still love me if I become a ruthless Archdemon?"

"Of course." Luna murmured. "But, you will not be ruthless because I would rein you in."

Her dainty hand lifted in front of their faces to land on his brow so that she could smooth it with her thumb before it would knit into a scowl. "We will be the first good Archdemons in the History of Hell."

Apollyon nodded with satisfaction, but then he had another question in mind.

"If I have become an Archdemon and my vampire body had turned into ashes, would you still love me even if I have possessed a different body than I have?" Apollyon asked.

Luna had to narrow her eyes at that because she found it ridiculous.

Was this a trick question?

"Apollyon." Luna hated what Apollyon had implied, wishing it wouldn't happen. Not even in an alternate reality. "What are you on—"

"Just answer me."

"Of course, I would love you. It's your soul I fell in loved with—" Luna replied. Her husband might have a volatile temper, but he was still capable of being gentle and understanding. "--when you changed yourself when I didn't trust you before. It was never about your appearance."

"I knew it was never about my appearance." The corner of his lips quirked with wry humour. "It wasn't enough to bend you against my will."

"Having a handsome husband was just the icing to the cake." Luna smirked as her thumb moved to stroke the dark lashes of his left eye. "You are the only stroke of good luck from my never-ending misfortunes. I must have saved a King in my past life."

"You did in this life, beloved." Leaning forward, Apollyon's mouth brushed leisurely against hers as he breathed in her red velvet lips.

Apollyon's touch was so gentle that it made her melt.

Apollyon stretched one leg over hers and hugged her.

The warmth was similar to sitting next to a lit fireplace in the cozy parlour.

"I love you." It was a candid, sleepy sound escaping from him. "I was surprised we even made it this far."

"If I told my past self that there was nothing to fear when it came to your husband and that he would respect, listen and support your decision even if he doesn't necessarily agree with it, she would have laughed in my face." Luna smiled as she pictured talking to her past self regarding their strange husband.

"You don't get harmony when everybody sings the same note. We made it work because we disregarded our differences and move forward, trying to stay in tune with each other." The enticing scent of pine cones, lavenders and chocolates drifted through her nostrils when he was this close to her. "And trust me, wife. If I turn into an Archdemon, I will only kill evil people who will try to mess with us. That's it." He shrugged with nonchalance. "I promise."

Luna gave him an odd look. "That smile is something sinister, husband. I think determining the bad from the good people is difficult—"

Apollyon's head flinched back slightly in surprise. "What do you mean, difficult? If a person is caught in the act doing something evil, we must kill the criminal on sight. We couldn't let him run amok because he might do something worse to the rest."

"What if we are the villains in everyone else' story?"

"Becoming a bad person in someone else' story is inevitable. We can't let the Archdemons win even if we are one. We make mistakes because we aren't perfect. But we should never forget to always come back to the light."

"You are right, Apollyon."

"Of course, I am right." Luna's hand on her husband's cheek fell to the bed when he rolled onto his back and got up. "You should listen well and follow what your husband said." The next moment, the bastard was on top of her as he locked his arms on each side of her head. "Just lie back and don't move."

"Husband." Luna's eyes widened when he began stripping, which made her heart pound at her throat. "Why are you taking your clothes off?"

"I thought we are going to have—" He trailed off, a bit unsure.

Luna narrowed his eyes at him as she jutted her chin, daring him to say the word.

Apollyon snorted, yet he continued to slide his biceps out of his tunic.

"Sex?"

"No!" Luna screeched. Then, breathing hard, she pushed his washboard muscles away, even if they made her mouth water.

"You s-still w-wanted t-to—" Luna sputtered, scandalized, "The deaths didn't faze you at all?!"

Apollyon blinked at her in response.

"Tell me the truth."

"Tch." He pouted. "You, women, always care about feelings."

"Yes, I care about your feelings!" Luna admitted. "How are you feeling right now?"

"Oh, my lovely wife." Groaning, Apollyon surveyed her face in disappointment. Then, he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. "Is this another inquisition aside from the one we just left?"

"Tell me the truth because that bothered me."

"Hmm. I don't want to lie and I will not sugarcoat the truth to soften the blow. I am disconcerted at the explosion and the Summer Nobles who have died along with it. This isn't something new to me as I have seen something worse in the past." The smothered reply of deep baritone vibrated against the skin on her shoulder. "I am just glad that the impostor hadn't taken you away from here and I have grabbed you before he could."

"Now about his identity, I am not certain if he was the just a bored god who frequent the Summer Realm just so he could burn faeries and check how much they can tolerate before they die." The warm yellow lights of her golden orbs in the observatory spread over his masculine features like a soothing balm. "Maybe, it was a strong Fae Magician, blending among the crowd of aristocrats to Princess Ourania's engagement party."