Hell's Consort

Chapter 38 - Revenge*

"Ravin." Luna had acquired the archdemon's true name.

There was power in a name, especially to summon entities.

This was how a summoner could control the spirits they called in because they had gained their true essence.

Their true name is a spell itself, having the privilege to control one in exchange for your soul.

Had Luna unwittingly exchanged her soul to the Archdemon of Gluttony, or was it because her soul was already tied to him because of the Blood Bond?

Luna squeezed her eyes tight as she finally understood the implications of that knowledge.

She had complete control over the Blood Beast – and in this situation, she would use it.

"Exi, seductor, plene omni dolo et fallacia, virtutis inimici." The magic spells tripped on her tongue like music.

The Blood Beast stopped thrusting at her and lurched forward with his hands on both sides of her shoulders as if someone had punched the lights out of him.

His big heavy body fell on top of her, and she pushed him off so that she wouldn't suffocate, but to no avail.

Luna caught her breath in heavy pants as she squirmed sideways, but it only brought her closer to his muscled forearms.

Luna had found it impossible to escape.

The Vampire King's eyes were closed, his mouth ajar, his breathing deep and even.

He looked even more attractive than Luna could ever imagine, looking so different asleep.

Without an effort on her part, her body would automatically arch against him.

Her ears were tuned into the slow, subtle sound of his heartbeat, and she couldn't help but bask in his presence.

The moonlight disarmed the more dangerous planes of his face, softening the fluid lines into relaxation as he stayed unconscious.

That set her heart to hammering against her ribs.

A breeze of his scent wafted towards her, and Luna was filled with the light, tangy smell of him and his blood, which made her mouth water once again.

Luna swallowed as her fangs bit into her lower lip.

My goddess, the Blood Beast, had turned her vampire.

His mate.

Luna was tied to him for eternity.

Was there another way for her to get out of this Blood Bond?

Escape was still the first thing that came to mind.

The Vampire King was as unmovable as a mountain boulder while Luna was still chained by the bed, held by the King's upper body.

Gritting her teeth as she wrenched on her cuffs, her wrists had turned sore as she tried to get out from this wretched position.

Luna scanned Hecate's grimoire in her mind and paused when she found the perfect spell for unlocking her shackles.

She envisioned a white ball of light entering her body as she released the black cloud of negative energies out of her.

She had to perform a purification ritual from Hecate's teachings to keep her safe from possessions and evil entities.

She didn't want a repeat of what had happened in the caves.

As a newbie, she had to do it, or else she might suffer disastrous consequences from these magic spells like the first High Priestess did.

She closed her eyes and directed her attention in her entire body, letting the white energy flow through her and then darting to the metal of the manacles on her wrists.

Luna whispered, "Liberatio Immunis."

It didn't work at first, but she didn't panic.

Luna didn't let her mind drift through other objects, fixated on unlocking the cuffs open.

She enunciated the spell three times before the locks click open.

Thank the goddess.

Luna needed to study these spells with nobody else disturbing her and causing trouble. The pressure wasn't a suitable environment for her to learn. Working on her own, Luna decided, was her best bet in becoming the most powerful High Priestess.

Luna pushed the naked Vampire King off her and rolled him over as he laid on his back. As if in slow motion, he well-defined muscles of his abdomen came into her view.

A sprinkling of hair narrowed into a neat V just below his navel like a cherub's arrow pointing the way to either heaven or hell. Luna's eyes widened when she saw his engorged cock, and she quickly diverted her gaze at the wall, at the Vampire King's angelic face, his broad chest, or anything besides it.

Luna picked the blankets from the floor, and gently tucked the sheet around him, draping it to his more pertinent parts.

She need not stare at it for the rest of the night.

Luna would often find herself captivated by seemingly inconsequential things. Every sound became more magnified than before.

When it came to heartbeats and blood, her ears were particularly sensitive.

There were an occasional owl hoot and a solo coyote's song punctuating in the stillness of the forest. From the floor to ceiling windows of the Vampire King's lair, Luna could see the light from a waning moon filtering through the canopy of needles and cascades across the forest floor.

Sometimes, the pine trees obscure the moon as they stayed green throughout the winter.

The moon was a gossamer glow and provided illumination.

The Valley of Kings was surrounded by oceanic water, and the massive island had its own unique, verdant ecosystems with its mountainous terrains.

This place must have risen from the sea through volcanic activity.

Many races had attached mystical symbolic meaning to it, thinking they were resting places of gods and thus are used for sacred purposes.

Well, the Vampire King choosing this place as his haven isn't that shocking anymore.

Luna positioned the unconscious Vampire King at the centre of the bed and chained him on either side instead of her revenge.

Now he will know how it felt like to be powerless, especially when she placed different spells on each of the manacles.

Luna laughed as she chose the right clothes and footwear for her to slip on from the Vampire King's concubine's treasure chest.