Newest Chapter in Highest Tier (July 2021)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Sloth and Ravin couldn't do anything.

The barriers around the magic circle wouldn't budge due to the multiple layers of locking spells Apollyon created over them to make sure that the Archdemons wouldn't escape.

Attacking the strong invisible fortress will do no good except searing their flesh during contact.

Ravin was held by gravity while Sloth, the lazy Archdemon that he was, didn't even bother to try. Luna recalled that she told her husband about when she accidentally opened a portal to Hell and summoned the Archdemon of Lust.

It was the most epic mistake she had made, drawing the wrong magic circle she found on Hecate's grimoire because she was in panic and in a hurry to solve her problems.

Not reading the forbidden section properly wasn't a valid excuse.

At least, she learned later in life that she had to calm down and think clearly even if she was under immense pressure.

Now, she had an embarrassing bedtime story to tell her heirs and heiresses after all of this bullshit was done, and Lilith, the Archdemon parasite, had been removed from her physical vessel when they got hold of the fruit from the Tree of Four Seasons.

"In the name of the Goddess of the Underworld, Hecate as my witness, Ravin and Sloth are my Archdemon familiars in the Material Plane."

She planted one step in front of her in a wide stance and aimed the sharp blade at the magic circle with strong precision.

Lifting a hand quickly, he was able to lift the locking spells momentarily so that Hecate's ceremonial dagger could pass through.

Fortunately, it worked since It didn't bounce off from the barriers and clanged to the walls.

Instead, the dagger plunged through the thick and heavy protective bands until it penetrated inside like how a wooden bullet could puncture layers of flesh until it reached the heart to get a kill.

The purple magic circle exploded into dark blue and black until the top floor of Vinca Inn was annihilated.

Wooden floors and furniture flew everywhere, and some portion of the ceiling dropped as if the sky had fallen on them.

The binding had shocked her to the core.

Now that the three of them were connected, Luna didn't expect to suddenly understand the needs of her Archdemon Familiars like cognitive attacks bombarding her mind—left and right.

She tried to take it easy and diminish the intense, overwhelming emotions drowning her heart.

Their intent to kill creatures were wild, and she tried so hard to rein them in so that it wouldn't drive her crazy.

Luna will need to spend time with Familiars who weren't of this Realm and take care of her them.

Yes, Ravin and Sloth were her servants, but the three of them still have to forge a connection so that it would be easier to command them.

This must be similar to how a Knight trained his destrier.

She wondered what she might command these Archdemons first once she made them hers.

"You, Archdemons, deserved this for making me suffer." Luna declared brutally as her voice echoed in the quiet of their room, "Turning both of you into my slaves is my revenge for making me feel weak."

"Don't blame others for stealing your power if it was your choice to give it away in the first place."

Luna was taken aback as she wore what might be a scandalized expression: wide green eyes, open-mouthed shock and a palm over her chest. "My choice?!"

It triggered something at the dark corners of her brain.

Was the Archdemon of Sloth right—implying like all of this happened because she did it to herself based on her choices?

"F*ck you, Sloth!" She jerked an accusing finger at him as her voice rose in frustration, "You have no right to diminish what I have been through and invalidate my suffering. You think I brought this upon myself?"

"Not doing anything or by allowing others to decide on your behalf is a choice, Lune." He replied cryptically.

The blond and green-eyed Archdemon Prince was so full of himself and so out of touch with other people's reality and experiences that Luna loathed his words like they were dirt.

Anyhow, she halted and pinched her lips together in hesitation.

The Archdemon of Sloth had a point.

Why was she clinging in the past?

It was time to face up that the past was gone for good, like water slipping away from her cupped palms.

The memory of what she had gone through in Hell was a repetitive cycle of suffering that she must grow out of and bid it farewell.

This wasn't who she was.

Memories shouldn't make her feel powerless.

It was absolute stupidity, making herself miserable. It was time to let it go.

"You think I didn't do anything to improve my condition when those senile First-Made Archdemons joined forces to make me suffer? If that is what you think, then I don't care. Your opinion is none of my business." Scowling, Luna stalked closer towards the magic circle and raised her chin with all the arrogance she could muster. "I will let your insolence slide, Familiar. Now, for my first command, Sloth. Kneel in front of me. Your Master."

Sloth knelt as his knees automatically weaken and dropped to the ground.

"REEEEEEEEEEEEE~" Rere, the whelp, squealed from the straw basket behind Ravin's back as if it was announcing to all the people inside the dilapidated royal suite that it was alive and well—that it had survived the blast in one piece.

It faced her with a huge grin on its snout, revealing a wicked pair of sharp fangs before he crawled out of his leaf-knitted cage and used the back of Ravin's head as momentum to jump high… but it miscalculated.

Luna knew that the whelp was excited to fly and leap into her perceived mother's arms.

However, it forgot to stretch its wings in preparation for its flight.

Rere didn't go very far and fell face-first to the ground with a short, worrisome, "Urk."

"Oh, goddess." Luna found herself stepping towards the magic circle, which had tendrils of smoke emerging from the bloodstained outline to fetch the delighted yet clumsy whelp, but she remained in her place in respect of Apollyon,

He might think that she was too attached to the Archdemons and the animals she associated within Hell.

She fought the urge to help the strange little creature who loved devouring dark souls from Obsidian Lake.

Luna clenched her fists on her dress and asked no one in particular, glancing down at it. "Is it dead?"

"Don't worry, Amare, it just hit its face on the ground like the one you put me through," Ravin responded as he raised his head from the carpet to stare at her, giving her a condescending smile. "I never thought you wanted me so bad enough to summon me from Hell and make me your slave. Our surrogate baby in Hell is always disobedient. Just leave it be. It will wake up soon."

Apollyon's Prussian blue eyes were deadly when he regarded her, "Surrogate baby?"

"You are not the only husband who had a baby with the wife--"

"Ravin—" Luna cut him off before he said something that might upset her husband. "My third command for you as my familiar is to stand up and shut your mouth for an hour."