Chapter 635 - My Champion Is A Maniac
Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (August 2021)
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Vampire King Apollyon
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Apollyon noticed that something was amiss with his wife but the ground erupted from out-of-the-blue.
No!
That wasn't the only reason.
Squinting, he stood up from his chair at the Royal Box, hoping that could give him a clearer view.
The grains of sand danced with the wind like a shape-shifting fabric of turbulence which made them lose the ability to see ahead since their vision was obstructed by the explosion.
As the wind gathered at the arena, even more, the brilliant blue sky above the colosseum dulled into golden dust.
"Luna!" Apollyon bellowed as he called his wife's name to see if she was alright.
His heart started to burn when he heard no response.
He ran a jerky hand through his hair and closed his eyes.
With bared teeth, Apollyon was about to teleport inside the arena but he couldn't.
His eyes opened again to focus on the barriers around the colosseum.
It was blocking any outer resources of magic from the spectators.
It was too thick and potent that he found it hard to interfere.
"Return to your seat, Vampire King." King Oberon said. "Nobody is allowed to interfere in the duel."
"My wife is in trouble!" His hands were fisted as he loomed over the Summer King. "She got the upper hand over Sir Tristan but someone is using magic on her as an attempt to make her lose."
That was the last thing he had seen before another gust of strong wind blew loose sand and dirt from the surface.
The dust rose to the highest tier of the colosseum—the Aristocrat's Podium and the Royal Box—that everyone in there had to cover their faces beneath their collars.
Some of the women were luckier since they had a scarf around their neck to cover their nose and mouth from the dirt as the Faerie Sentinels guarding the Royal Box kept them under control with Fae Magic for the Summer Monarchs.
At least, he could still sense their mental link so he was certain she was alive, however, he had no idea about her condition.
"It's just your imagination" The King responded calmly as he kept his gaze focused on the arena as if he didn't mind the disturbance around them.
"Magic isn't allowed." Speechless, Apollyon's mouth parted in disgust as he glowered at King Oberon.
His grandfather dared to say that to his face when it was clear as day that someone at the arena had cheated!
Their opponents were the only culprit—Princess Ourania and Sir Tristan. "The courtier hadn't declared anyone using magic to win the duel."
He growled, "But—"
He halted when King Oberon gave him a death glare as he inclined his head at him. "You have no proof."
Apollyon said with conviction, "I will have proof if I am actually there."
This time Queen Titania had interfered, "Obey your grandfather, Apollyon, and just watch the arena."
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Archdemon Empress Luna
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As Sir Tristan moved in for the kill, Luna squeezed her eyes shut, resigning everything to fate.
Her legs weakened as she fell to the ground.
The next thing she heard was the sound of swords clashing thrice followed by the scent of Fae blood permeating in the atmosphere.
When she opened them again, she found Sloth's head emerging where Sir Tristan's head should have been.
She realized in shock that the Archdemon Familiar had slashed his sword on Sir Tristan's neck and successfully beheaded him.
The entire colosseum fell silent when the Fall Knight's headless body landed on the ground on the dull thud.
"Sloth." Luna's hands were trembling as she quickly pulled the helm from her head.
Her lips quivered in a mumble as she peered at the Knight's detached head rolling at the bloody sand.
"What the fuck did you do?!"
Her Archdemon Familiar let go of his bloody sword and shield to remove his helm—only to reveal a messy blond hair and a smile that was cold and void.
Evil.
A sort of emptiness that cared whether one had suffered from the conscience of his actions.
"I am slow in normal situations, Lune." His forefinger raised her chin to make her look at him, "From what purpose do I conserve my energy for?"
Ravin and Apollyon appeared beside her in an instant and Sloth took a step backward, creating as much distance between them now that her husband was there.
"Why are you here?" Luna demanded.
Overwhelmed, she felt like she couldn't breathe. "Princess Ourania—"
"The duel is finished." Apollyon offered a hand and pulled her to her feet as his probing gaze quickly scanned her from head to toe. "Are you injured anywhere?"
"No. No." Shaken, Luna shook her head, staring blankly at her husband's chest. "I'm alright."
"The Knight is dead," Ravin informed her.
Of course, Luna knew about it!
Sir Tristan's blood was sprayed all over her visor that tiny drops of them penetrated her eyes.
What about Apollyon's mother?
As the gravity of the situation finally sunk in, she searched for him frantically and called his name in rising panic,
"Sloth! Sloth!" Biting her nails, she shouted as she looked around the arena, "Where are you—"
She found Sloth attacking the courtier with his bare hands to gouge his eyes out while his two delegates screamed bloody murder.
A sudden coldness hit her core and she froze with her mouth hanging open.
The Archdemon of Sloth laughed like a maniac as he cupped the bloody eyeballs in his hand before he shoved them in his mouth.
Luna felt like she was trapped in her own house of horrors—one that she should have gotten used to as an Archdemon.
Apollyon tried to block the savage Archdemon from her view when he saw her reaction. Yet, her fingers dug at his shoulders to stop him from trying.
"He is not a Prince from this Realm!" Someone yelled from the second tier reserved for the high-ranking Faerie Sentinels. "That man is a savage demon from Hell."
Her second raised his gaze to the spectators after hearing that.
His forest green eyes sparkled as if it was a compliment, reflecting a sick form of joy by his cruelty.
Sloth laughed. "Will using a spoon and fork would not make me a savage in your eyes then?"
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Vampire King Apollyon
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Apollyon noticed that something was amiss with his wife but the ground erupted from out-of-the-blue.
No!
That wasn't the only reason.
Squinting, he stood up from his chair at the Royal Box, hoping that could give him a clearer view.
The grains of sand danced with the wind like a shape-shifting fabric of turbulence which made them lose the ability to see ahead since their vision was obstructed by the explosion.
As the wind gathered at the arena, even more, the brilliant blue sky above the colosseum dulled into golden dust.
"Luna!" Apollyon bellowed as he called his wife's name to see if she was alright.
His heart started to burn when he heard no response.
He ran a jerky hand through his hair and closed his eyes.
With bared teeth, Apollyon was about to teleport inside the arena but he couldn't.
His eyes opened again to focus on the barriers around the colosseum.
It was blocking any outer resources of magic from the spectators.
It was too thick and potent that he found it hard to interfere.
"Return to your seat, Vampire King." King Oberon said. "Nobody is allowed to interfere in the duel."
"My wife is in trouble!" His hands were fisted as he loomed over the Summer King. "She got the upper hand over Sir Tristan but someone is using magic on her as an attempt to make her lose."
That was the last thing he had seen before another gust of strong wind blew loose sand and dirt from the surface.
The dust rose to the highest tier of the colosseum—the Aristocrat's Podium and the Royal Box—that everyone in there had to cover their faces beneath their collars.
Some of the women were luckier since they had a scarf around their neck to cover their nose and mouth from the dirt as the Faerie Sentinels guarding the Royal Box kept them under control with Fae Magic for the Summer Monarchs.
At least, he could still sense their mental link so he was certain she was alive, however, he had no idea about her condition.
"It's just your imagination" The King responded calmly as he kept his gaze focused on the arena as if he didn't mind the disturbance around them.
"Magic isn't allowed." Speechless, Apollyon's mouth parted in disgust as he glowered at King Oberon.
His grandfather dared to say that to his face when it was clear as day that someone at the arena had cheated!
Their opponents were the only culprit—Princess Ourania and Sir Tristan. "The courtier hadn't declared anyone using magic to win the duel."
He growled, "But—"
He halted when King Oberon gave him a death glare as he inclined his head at him. "You have no proof."
Apollyon said with conviction, "I will have proof if I am actually there."
This time Queen Titania had interfered, "Obey your grandfather, Apollyon, and just watch the arena."
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Archdemon Empress Luna
***************************
As Sir Tristan moved in for the kill, Luna squeezed her eyes shut, resigning everything to fate.
Her legs weakened as she fell to the ground.
The next thing she heard was the sound of swords clashing thrice followed by the scent of Fae blood permeating in the atmosphere.
When she opened them again, she found Sloth's head emerging where Sir Tristan's head should have been.
She realized in shock that the Archdemon Familiar had slashed his sword on Sir Tristan's neck and successfully beheaded him.
The entire colosseum fell silent when the Fall Knight's headless body landed on the ground on the dull thud.
"Sloth." Luna's hands were trembling as she quickly pulled the helm from her head.
Her lips quivered in a mumble as she peered at the Knight's detached head rolling at the bloody sand.
"What the fuck did you do?!"
Her Archdemon Familiar let go of his bloody sword and shield to remove his helm—only to reveal a messy blond hair and a smile that was cold and void.
Evil.
A sort of emptiness that cared whether one had suffered from the conscience of his actions.
"I am slow in normal situations, Lune." His forefinger raised her chin to make her look at him, "From what purpose do I conserve my energy for?"
Ravin and Apollyon appeared beside her in an instant and Sloth took a step backward, creating as much distance between them now that her husband was there.
"Why are you here?" Luna demanded.
Overwhelmed, she felt like she couldn't breathe. "Princess Ourania—"
"The duel is finished." Apollyon offered a hand and pulled her to her feet as his probing gaze quickly scanned her from head to toe. "Are you injured anywhere?"
"No. No." Shaken, Luna shook her head, staring blankly at her husband's chest. "I'm alright."
"The Knight is dead," Ravin informed her.
Of course, Luna knew about it!
Sir Tristan's blood was sprayed all over her visor that tiny drops of them penetrated her eyes.
What about Apollyon's mother?
As the gravity of the situation finally sunk in, she searched for him frantically and called his name in rising panic,
"Sloth! Sloth!" Biting her nails, she shouted as she looked around the arena, "Where are you—"
She found Sloth attacking the courtier with his bare hands to gouge his eyes out while his two delegates screamed bloody murder.
A sudden coldness hit her core and she froze with her mouth hanging open.
The Archdemon of Sloth laughed like a maniac as he cupped the bloody eyeballs in his hand before he shoved them in his mouth.
Luna felt like she was trapped in her own house of horrors—one that she should have gotten used to as an Archdemon.
Apollyon tried to block the savage Archdemon from her view when he saw her reaction. Yet, her fingers dug at his shoulders to stop him from trying.
"He is not a Prince from this Realm!" Someone yelled from the second tier reserved for the high-ranking Faerie Sentinels. "That man is a savage demon from Hell."
Her second raised his gaze to the spectators after hearing that.
His forest green eyes sparkled as if it was a compliment, reflecting a sick form of joy by his cruelty.
Sloth laughed. "Will using a spoon and fork would not make me a savage in your eyes then?"
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A/N:
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This is how you aid the author share her story with the world and help her gain recognition.
Thank you for reading my stories.
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I love you guys. :)
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Don't force yourself to spend if you don't have it in your account!
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