Chapter 734 - Karmic Debt
Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021)
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Vampire King Apollyon
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The Moirai praised her and affirmed Antropos' earlier advice about Luna's need to maintain her strength and drink his and her other mate's as well.
Apollyon forced himself to meet Ravin's silent gaze as he tried to discern the meaning behind his grim expression.
Should he even allow his wife to drink blood that wasn't from him when he was her one true mate?
His chest tightened, and the thought felt like his cold heart that beat just for his Empress was wrapped in thorns.
It was unadulterated agony to think about it, but Apollyon wouldn't want to be too selfish about his mate to the Archdemon of Gluttony.
He didn't want to compromise the safety of his wife and his heiress for the sake of something stupid as male ego, even if it killed him to share for the third time.
If Apollyon truly loved her, it was the least thing he could do as her loyal husband.
"What about my heiress?! I don't understand." Luna sounded both terrified and furious, but he would rather choose the latter as her current emotion. Being furious meant that they still had hope—that they wouldn't give up and fight for her and their heiress' right to live. "Why would she become a demon when she was conceived by parents who aren't?!"
"There are actually two of them, Empress. One is a vampire and the other one is a demon. One must die to preserve the other." Antropos explained further, "Not only will the Empress' physical vessel deteriorate if she tried to keep both but both of these daughters will siphon each other's power and will face the consequences of dying at such a young age."
Apollyon's imagination supplied him the image of a white-haired, blue-eyed ghost who visited him at the top of the tower while he watched over his sleeping wife's form.
The girl had claimed to be Luna's daughter, but she told him she had no idea who he was.
She didn't call him father during that quick visit—not even once.
Was that the child Luna had given birth to who travelled to him from the future?
Was that the Archdemon of Lust's daughter, then?
If so, why did she have Apollyon's Prussian blue eyes?
Was Luna even alive from the era where the kid had come from?
If only he could turn back the time to go to that past where he had met Luna's daughter, he should have asked her important questions.
The answers of that particular child would have mattered now, erasing all of his doubts about Luna's life being numbered by the Moirai.
It was too late for regrets.
He should have asked that child, so he didn't have to spend his perceived immortality living in paranoia.
Lilith and the bastard were almost successful, but Luna and Apollyon refused to let go of each other because they were mates and they belonged to no one but each other.
Even if they separated, it wouldn't be long before they chose to come back to each other.
It was a pity that his mate had fallen in love with someone who wasn't good for her. But, even if it hurt, Apollyon wouldn't stop going back to his mate.
Living happily ever after with the Empress in the Vampire Realm?
It made him snicker with bitterness.
It was wishful thinking on his part.
His shoulders slumped, and Apollyon ran a hand through his hair as his shoulders.
After falling into the proverbial cliff of hopelessness, what came next was the weakness in his muscles.
His mind felt empty and numb.
"This will be your ultimate test, Vampire King, as the descendant of the Selcis Bloodline." Apollyon's stared at the Moirai's floating heads on the table in a daze as Klotho said, "All of your ancestors had long lists of karmic debts by the Erinyes that needs to be paid especially from the ghosts of the women who loved them. These precious women had died, staining their dirty hands with their blood. You should be honored that you will be the one to break this cycle so that the ghosts of the murdered will leave your future heirs alone." Klotho slightly tilted her floating head back and closed her large eyes, "What are you willing to sacrifice?"
He was trapped between two difficult decisions.
Who should he sacrifice— his precious wife or his unborn child who had a baby demon clinging unto her like how the Archdemon of Envy had attached herself to Luna's physical vessel?
Apollyon slowly rubbed a hand over his face, not as an expression of dilemma.
He had to inconspicuously hide the tears leaking at the corner of his eyes while everyone's attention in the Council Room was on him, waiting with bated breaths on what he would do next.
Apollyon felt like a clown—a circus performer—and he was prepared for the ridicule that would soon follow if they found him unstable.
He couldn't believe that he had to make a hard choice between two conflicting ideas that his emotions couldn't handle to deal with for too long.
The Archdemon of Lust not only touched her, but he was successful at impregnating her after he violated her using Apollyon's form. Apollyon's nostrils flared in recollection as his stance widened.
He wouldn't be surprised at all if the Archdemon of Envy had assisted the Archdemon to do it to her while they were in Hell to break them up and ruin their marriage.
It devastated him when Luna told him about the secret she had been keeping for months while she smiled in his face, not knowing what she had gone through.
He grounded his teeth together when he remembered that.
She had refused to answer his questions and told him half-lies until she finally decided not to keep him in the dark too long.
Apollhyon's fingers flexed once again on the rim of the tub as he glowered at them, "So, this is the revenge of the Furies to make our blood line pay from all their wrongdoings by taking my mate away from me. Do you think I would just do stand and allow them?!"
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Vampire King Apollyon
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The Moirai praised her and affirmed Antropos' earlier advice about Luna's need to maintain her strength and drink his and her other mate's as well.
Apollyon forced himself to meet Ravin's silent gaze as he tried to discern the meaning behind his grim expression.
Should he even allow his wife to drink blood that wasn't from him when he was her one true mate?
His chest tightened, and the thought felt like his cold heart that beat just for his Empress was wrapped in thorns.
It was unadulterated agony to think about it, but Apollyon wouldn't want to be too selfish about his mate to the Archdemon of Gluttony.
He didn't want to compromise the safety of his wife and his heiress for the sake of something stupid as male ego, even if it killed him to share for the third time.
If Apollyon truly loved her, it was the least thing he could do as her loyal husband.
"What about my heiress?! I don't understand." Luna sounded both terrified and furious, but he would rather choose the latter as her current emotion. Being furious meant that they still had hope—that they wouldn't give up and fight for her and their heiress' right to live. "Why would she become a demon when she was conceived by parents who aren't?!"
"There are actually two of them, Empress. One is a vampire and the other one is a demon. One must die to preserve the other." Antropos explained further, "Not only will the Empress' physical vessel deteriorate if she tried to keep both but both of these daughters will siphon each other's power and will face the consequences of dying at such a young age."
Apollyon's imagination supplied him the image of a white-haired, blue-eyed ghost who visited him at the top of the tower while he watched over his sleeping wife's form.
The girl had claimed to be Luna's daughter, but she told him she had no idea who he was.
She didn't call him father during that quick visit—not even once.
Was that the child Luna had given birth to who travelled to him from the future?
Was that the Archdemon of Lust's daughter, then?
If so, why did she have Apollyon's Prussian blue eyes?
Was Luna even alive from the era where the kid had come from?
If only he could turn back the time to go to that past where he had met Luna's daughter, he should have asked her important questions.
The answers of that particular child would have mattered now, erasing all of his doubts about Luna's life being numbered by the Moirai.
It was too late for regrets.
He should have asked that child, so he didn't have to spend his perceived immortality living in paranoia.
Lilith and the bastard were almost successful, but Luna and Apollyon refused to let go of each other because they were mates and they belonged to no one but each other.
Even if they separated, it wouldn't be long before they chose to come back to each other.
It was a pity that his mate had fallen in love with someone who wasn't good for her. But, even if it hurt, Apollyon wouldn't stop going back to his mate.
Living happily ever after with the Empress in the Vampire Realm?
It made him snicker with bitterness.
It was wishful thinking on his part.
His shoulders slumped, and Apollyon ran a hand through his hair as his shoulders.
After falling into the proverbial cliff of hopelessness, what came next was the weakness in his muscles.
His mind felt empty and numb.
"This will be your ultimate test, Vampire King, as the descendant of the Selcis Bloodline." Apollyon's stared at the Moirai's floating heads on the table in a daze as Klotho said, "All of your ancestors had long lists of karmic debts by the Erinyes that needs to be paid especially from the ghosts of the women who loved them. These precious women had died, staining their dirty hands with their blood. You should be honored that you will be the one to break this cycle so that the ghosts of the murdered will leave your future heirs alone." Klotho slightly tilted her floating head back and closed her large eyes, "What are you willing to sacrifice?"
He was trapped between two difficult decisions.
Who should he sacrifice— his precious wife or his unborn child who had a baby demon clinging unto her like how the Archdemon of Envy had attached herself to Luna's physical vessel?
Apollyon slowly rubbed a hand over his face, not as an expression of dilemma.
He had to inconspicuously hide the tears leaking at the corner of his eyes while everyone's attention in the Council Room was on him, waiting with bated breaths on what he would do next.
Apollyon felt like a clown—a circus performer—and he was prepared for the ridicule that would soon follow if they found him unstable.
He couldn't believe that he had to make a hard choice between two conflicting ideas that his emotions couldn't handle to deal with for too long.
The Archdemon of Lust not only touched her, but he was successful at impregnating her after he violated her using Apollyon's form. Apollyon's nostrils flared in recollection as his stance widened.
He wouldn't be surprised at all if the Archdemon of Envy had assisted the Archdemon to do it to her while they were in Hell to break them up and ruin their marriage.
It devastated him when Luna told him about the secret she had been keeping for months while she smiled in his face, not knowing what she had gone through.
He grounded his teeth together when he remembered that.
She had refused to answer his questions and told him half-lies until she finally decided not to keep him in the dark too long.
Apollhyon's fingers flexed once again on the rim of the tub as he glowered at them, "So, this is the revenge of the Furies to make our blood line pay from all their wrongdoings by taking my mate away from me. Do you think I would just do stand and allow them?!"
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