New Chapter in Highest Tier (June 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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"What is the commotion all about, husband?" Luna asked with a soft nonchalance that made Apollyon turn his head side to side to see where that voice came from.

When Apollyon looked over his shoulder, he found that his wife was right behind him, her expression unreadable.

Luna's face was calm and composed, but her scarlet lips were pale as they pressed into a tight line.

Nevertheless, Apollyon was relieved to see her beautiful face, knowing Luna was safe and wasn't in imminent danger.

He closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled a huge breath, shaking off his vision about her, falling, with her heart ripped out of her chest as blood gushed from her limbs.

He even had this dark assumption about his mother, pushing Luna off a balcony or any higher place in a fit of rage.

From his observation of his mother's behaviour with everyone, Apollyon knew that Princess Ourania wasn't short of doing exactly that.

His assumption was wrong and would have cost his mother's life--an innocent one.

But, maybe, Apollyon allowed his fear and panic to creep into his skull and control him after seeing that image.

His reaction was instantaneous---make the criminals suffer before killing them.

It was a primal thing, and it operated from the base of his dark subconscious--especially if his wife was involved.

"I don't understand why you are attacking your mother, Apollyon. You should release her now." Luna commanded, but the powerful effect was reduced when Apollyon felt her hand caressing his lower back.

Few seconds of physical contact with his mate made his tensed muscles relax, and his anger towards Princess Ourania diminish.

"You are hurting the poor woman." Luna crooned as he felt her hands settled on his shoulders.

He could feel her cold breath blowing near his ear.

Her sudden light, airy tone made him blink slowly as if he was under a hypnotic spell, calling out to him like a siren. "Princess Ourania hadn't done anything wrong to us."

He blinked in surprise, taken aback.

Princess Ourania hadn't done anything wrong when she made it her mission to remember insulting them more than five times a day?

Apollyon released his hold of Princess Ourania even if her hands still circled his wrists like iron manacles as he gently placed his mother down.

With her back sliding against the wall, her mother dropped to the floor like she was a puppet with her limbs snipped out of its strings.

Her legs had given out on her, and he wondered if this wasn't just an act.

Apollyon towered over her as he glowered at her with scrutiny while she coughed and spluttered from the harsh treatment.

Should Apollyon say sorry to his mother for thinking about detaching her head out from her neck if she attempted killing Luna for her selfish reasons?

No.

Perhaps, not.

It was fortunate that his wife arrived at the scene before the murder occurred from a mere misunderstanding.

Apollyon snapped a finger and released Sir Tristan and the rest of the Faerie Sentinels from their invisible bonds when he froze them earlier.

These people began fading away when he ignored his surroundings.

Nothing existed except for him and her in this world.

As he settled his hands on top of dainty ones resting on his shoulders, Apollyon murmured her name in a deep, hoarse voice.

"Luna." Then he turned around to face her, and his eyes made a quick scan from head to toe to assess injuries.

When he was satisfied, Apollyon hugged her so tight all of a sudden before she can even utter a word.

She gasped at the contact as if it pained her.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" Apollyon tilted his head a little and whispered in her ear, "I thought... I thought..."

"Nothing. I'm alright." She finished.

Luna's shoulders caved as if she didn't want Apollyon's chest to touch hers.

Did her chest hurt?

Was her heart really ripped out of her ribcage, or... was it because he was connecting every little detail to make his early vision real and justify his evil actions towards Princess Ourania?

It made him pause.

He must try to be more logical and strategic when it came to revenge and not allow emotions to make the best of him.

'"I thought something had happened to you. I had seen a vision when you called my name." Apollyon added.

My wife is standing in front of me right now.' Apollyon reminded himself. 'She isn't dead, and my mother didn't kill her.'

The black gown his wife wore didn't miss his notice.

He was the kind of husband who paid attention to Luna's clothes before he undressed her.

Apollyon swore she donned a light pink gown of cherry blossoms before they visited the Summer Courts.

Even Princess Ourania had a change of clothes too-- changing from a gown of rose petals to having elegant white lily skirts.

Frozen in place, Luna's elbows seemed to be stuck to her ribs while her forearms were raised in the same level as if she didn't know where to put her hands.

It was unnatural.

Did she suddenly forget what to do when her husband hugged her?

Keeping her hands on her waist, Apollyon pulled back to see her face and observed her warily, "Why did you call me and screamed my name?"

"I apologize, husband," Luna replied in a soft voice and lowered her head in a respectful bow. "I didn't mean to cause you distress."

"It was a false alarm." Her cold green eyes felt dull and empty as she raised her chin towards Princess Ourania, "I was just a girl who cried wolf, you see."

He tilted his head at her as he frowned in confusion. 'What did his wife mean by this?'

She smiled as she withdrew from Apollyon.

Apollyon's gaze followed his wife's eyes when those emerald orbs fell on Princess Ourania, who stared back at her in bewilderment.

Her limbs quivered in fear as Sir Tristan crouched beside his mother, struggling to help her get up on her feet.

Luna stepped forward and reached out a hand. "Why do you look like you have seen a ghost, Princess?"