Chapter 651 - Out Of The Bag
Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (August 2021)
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Vampire King Apollyon
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Since the painting on the wooden panel was the largest and the most unique of all, Xerxes brought the torch closer so that the four of them can focus on each artwork individually and ponder about it together before moving on to the next.
Apollyon thought this painting on the wooden panel might be the most accurate depiction of the Garden of the Four Seasons, even if he hadn't seen it before.
Cracked circular stone paths trailed towards the domed roof gazebo, made of white marble at the centre.
The beautiful structure glowed like it was a miniature version of heaven as flower carvings embellished the surface of the walls.
The gazebo was situated behind thick foliage and light purple and orange blossoms that almost covered half of the columns, and it served as the focal point of the portrait.
Long palm fronds hang at the edges of the painting.
The white sky above the garden had bluish undertones, making the rainbow bird stand out at the left side of the image with its retrices akin to pink and green ribbons behind it.
With her eyes closed, the angel was the embodiment of nature as pink light surrounded her presence.
Tiny grapes and cherries cradled on top of a bunch of leaves crowned her long blonde hair while her small lips hovered a pan flute.
"It's an angel." Xerxes bent his neck to get a better look and pointed out, "Princess Ourania had painted this angel at the foreground."
"Hmm."
"Ravin," Apollyon demanded, and it came out as a growl. "Do you recognize this angel?"
He didn't mean it truly, but maybe, his outrage for the bastard will never be appeased until eternity.
The question had captured the shape-shifter's curiosity, "How could a Ghoul Prince recognize an angel from a painting straight out of Princess Ourania's imagination of this mythical garden?"
"This might come from Princess Ourania's imagination, but we couldn't ignore the fact that my mother was Hecate's oracle," Apollyon said dryly.
"Hecate's Oracle?"
Princess Sapphire got up from the bonfire and stood across them in an instant. "Yet, Princess Ourania had failed the test. I told you about my dream, Xerxes. It wasn't a jest."
She might have the image of the artwork upside down, but that didn't stop her from giving Ravin a calculating gaze in which he had no qualms on returning its intensity—golden eyes to her dark brown ones.
Luna's head was turned in their direction as she narrowed her eyes at him, awaiting his response.
There was long, tensed silence before Ravin replied, "I don't recognize that Archangel."
"How did you know that it was an Archangel?"
"Ravin." Luna's voice was as sharp as a sword. "I command you to tell us the truth!"
"They call her the Lion of… God." Sloth answered before Ravin could even open his mouth. "Archangel Ariel."
"You know her?"
Well, of course, they should know who their enemies were!
"She is one of the Archangels I recognize. The Archangel Ariel is a patron of wild animals, supervising the realm of nature's spirits or the Fair Folk. It would make sense that we could find her in the Faerie Realm. She isn't that ancient as the Fallen Angels. The Gregori."
"What do you know about the Gregori, Sloth?"
"The Gregori were angels who watched over earth's inhabitants. They had turned into Fallen Angels after having sexual congress with females in this Realm. In exchange for the pleasure the females made them feel, the Gregori taught them magic, thereby breaking their covenant with the Creator. It was against the Law of the Heavens, so they were punished. In Hell, we call the Gregori the First-Made Archdemons. These females involved with the angels on earth birthed giants—who were powerful and superior to the creatures in this Material Realm. When they figured that out, the creatures living in the Material Realm hunted the giants and slew them, making the Gregori's offspring even stronger now that they had turned into spirits—demons. Thus, they were called the First Born Demons."
Apollyon knew about it since he had also read the Ancient History of the Fae and the Summer Kinga and Queen also told him specific details during the Faerie Tea Party.
All the information he had gathered proved to be useful.
"I find it amusing that in every ancient History I have heard in the Material Plane, it was always women who tempted the men to break the promises to whomever they swore to," Ravin remarked, and that earned a glare from his wife.
"Women were always blamed for every sin men had done. Don't men had a mind of their own?" Luna refuted that statement as she scowled at him with hatred. "Do they only think with your tools between your legs?"
Smirking, Apollyon liked that the Archdemon was digging a hole in his own grave in front of his wife.
The Archdemon will never be close to stealing Luna with his insensitivity.
Apollyon could have never been happier!
"If men are so easily controlled by women if they used their libido as a weapon, then I would say men with no self-control are weak. "
Luna was right.
Apollyon was weak for her, and she took advantage of that which he liked.
His wife could use his body to her satisfaction.
Her pleasure was also his.
"But since these weak men, no, man-child, couldn't take responsibility for their actions then, I would blame the Archdemon of Lust for driving them to sin." Luna tipped her head back as she raised her chin haughtily.
Her striking emerald eyes glittered with streaks of gold.
"Why would you bring us to the picture?" From his snarl, Apollyon could tell that his wife's opinion had rubbed the bastard the wrong way. "Our temptation is a just mere suggestion. You still had the power to accept or refuse. It depends on how strong a creature's willpower is."
"You had the power of compulsion that only a few can resist." Apollyon seconded.
"Of course, we, Archdemons, are hard to resist." Sloth shrugged. "Archdemons can offer a creature's greatest desire in a silver platter in exchange for the person's downfall."
"Archdemons?" Princess Sapphire's jaw dropped. "These two Princes from the Ghoul Kingdom are demons?"
"Well, I guess the secret is out of the bag."
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Vampire King Apollyon
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Since the painting on the wooden panel was the largest and the most unique of all, Xerxes brought the torch closer so that the four of them can focus on each artwork individually and ponder about it together before moving on to the next.
Apollyon thought this painting on the wooden panel might be the most accurate depiction of the Garden of the Four Seasons, even if he hadn't seen it before.
Cracked circular stone paths trailed towards the domed roof gazebo, made of white marble at the centre.
The beautiful structure glowed like it was a miniature version of heaven as flower carvings embellished the surface of the walls.
The gazebo was situated behind thick foliage and light purple and orange blossoms that almost covered half of the columns, and it served as the focal point of the portrait.
Long palm fronds hang at the edges of the painting.
The white sky above the garden had bluish undertones, making the rainbow bird stand out at the left side of the image with its retrices akin to pink and green ribbons behind it.
With her eyes closed, the angel was the embodiment of nature as pink light surrounded her presence.
Tiny grapes and cherries cradled on top of a bunch of leaves crowned her long blonde hair while her small lips hovered a pan flute.
"It's an angel." Xerxes bent his neck to get a better look and pointed out, "Princess Ourania had painted this angel at the foreground."
"Hmm."
"Ravin," Apollyon demanded, and it came out as a growl. "Do you recognize this angel?"
He didn't mean it truly, but maybe, his outrage for the bastard will never be appeased until eternity.
The question had captured the shape-shifter's curiosity, "How could a Ghoul Prince recognize an angel from a painting straight out of Princess Ourania's imagination of this mythical garden?"
"This might come from Princess Ourania's imagination, but we couldn't ignore the fact that my mother was Hecate's oracle," Apollyon said dryly.
"Hecate's Oracle?"
Princess Sapphire got up from the bonfire and stood across them in an instant. "Yet, Princess Ourania had failed the test. I told you about my dream, Xerxes. It wasn't a jest."
She might have the image of the artwork upside down, but that didn't stop her from giving Ravin a calculating gaze in which he had no qualms on returning its intensity—golden eyes to her dark brown ones.
Luna's head was turned in their direction as she narrowed her eyes at him, awaiting his response.
There was long, tensed silence before Ravin replied, "I don't recognize that Archangel."
"How did you know that it was an Archangel?"
"Ravin." Luna's voice was as sharp as a sword. "I command you to tell us the truth!"
"They call her the Lion of… God." Sloth answered before Ravin could even open his mouth. "Archangel Ariel."
"You know her?"
Well, of course, they should know who their enemies were!
"She is one of the Archangels I recognize. The Archangel Ariel is a patron of wild animals, supervising the realm of nature's spirits or the Fair Folk. It would make sense that we could find her in the Faerie Realm. She isn't that ancient as the Fallen Angels. The Gregori."
"What do you know about the Gregori, Sloth?"
"The Gregori were angels who watched over earth's inhabitants. They had turned into Fallen Angels after having sexual congress with females in this Realm. In exchange for the pleasure the females made them feel, the Gregori taught them magic, thereby breaking their covenant with the Creator. It was against the Law of the Heavens, so they were punished. In Hell, we call the Gregori the First-Made Archdemons. These females involved with the angels on earth birthed giants—who were powerful and superior to the creatures in this Material Realm. When they figured that out, the creatures living in the Material Realm hunted the giants and slew them, making the Gregori's offspring even stronger now that they had turned into spirits—demons. Thus, they were called the First Born Demons."
Apollyon knew about it since he had also read the Ancient History of the Fae and the Summer Kinga and Queen also told him specific details during the Faerie Tea Party.
All the information he had gathered proved to be useful.
"I find it amusing that in every ancient History I have heard in the Material Plane, it was always women who tempted the men to break the promises to whomever they swore to," Ravin remarked, and that earned a glare from his wife.
"Women were always blamed for every sin men had done. Don't men had a mind of their own?" Luna refuted that statement as she scowled at him with hatred. "Do they only think with your tools between your legs?"
Smirking, Apollyon liked that the Archdemon was digging a hole in his own grave in front of his wife.
The Archdemon will never be close to stealing Luna with his insensitivity.
Apollyon could have never been happier!
"If men are so easily controlled by women if they used their libido as a weapon, then I would say men with no self-control are weak. "
Luna was right.
Apollyon was weak for her, and she took advantage of that which he liked.
His wife could use his body to her satisfaction.
Her pleasure was also his.
"But since these weak men, no, man-child, couldn't take responsibility for their actions then, I would blame the Archdemon of Lust for driving them to sin." Luna tipped her head back as she raised her chin haughtily.
Her striking emerald eyes glittered with streaks of gold.
"Why would you bring us to the picture?" From his snarl, Apollyon could tell that his wife's opinion had rubbed the bastard the wrong way. "Our temptation is a just mere suggestion. You still had the power to accept or refuse. It depends on how strong a creature's willpower is."
"You had the power of compulsion that only a few can resist." Apollyon seconded.
"Of course, we, Archdemons, are hard to resist." Sloth shrugged. "Archdemons can offer a creature's greatest desire in a silver platter in exchange for the person's downfall."
"Archdemons?" Princess Sapphire's jaw dropped. "These two Princes from the Ghoul Kingdom are demons?"
"Well, I guess the secret is out of the bag."
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