Chapter 848 (24)
<strong>Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (January 2022)</strong>
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<strong>Archdemon Empress Luna</strong>
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The faerie's thin transparent wings fluttered as fast as a hummingbird as she made a beeline towards the open doors of the terrace.
Luna jerked and pushed Apollyon away in desperation while his hands clasped her wide hips a little too tight for someone who had a pregnant wife in front of him.
For some inexplicable reason, Luna's body swayed from the gesture as if her half-dead body was floating in the middle of the ocean.
It made her feel dizzy and claustrophobic that she had to close her eyes to get her bearings once again.
The urge to throw up was strong and she swallowed really hard to repress it.
It would be bad for the guests to see her vomit blood--the only thing she can consume as a vampire—and witness the messy puddle on the floor with wide eyes when some of them hadn't even eaten yet.
Too distracted with the black-out, the guests collectively sighed in relief that Luna doubted if anyone actually noticed the creature much less the red wine staining its leaf-like garment.
Well, what was Luna going to do about it anyway, chase after the peculiar creature while lugging around this additional weight?
She wouldn't go that far and the Fae must have probably disappeared by the time she reached the metal banisters.
Well, she should try, at least.
"Release me, husband." She commanded, her eyes flashing at Apollyon in defiance.
His expression hardened and she quickly realized that he didn't appreciate the imperial tone she used on him.
She pursed her lips.
It wasn't like she could take it back.
Luna waited, expecting him to obey, pronto, but it seemed like she had forgotten that she married someone as stubborn as her.
"And, where do you think you are going?" Apollyon growled menacingly and her ears turned red, indignant from his strange suspicion.
As she looked over Apollyon's shoulder, her eyes could only trail after the faerie when her limbs couldn't until it was nowhere to be found.
Luna closed her eyes and moaned in both agony and regret. 'It was too late.'
Unfortunately, even the simple gesture sent her mind into a downward spiral.
"Luna—"
"Apollyon." Leaning closer to the warmth of his body, which was the only stable thing she could hold unto, she muttered irritably as she clutched at his biceps, "Can you please stay still?"
To which, her husband responded with, "I am as still as an inanimate object, wife. What is the problem?"
He caressed her back and that calmed her a bit. Yet, her surly mood didn't change.
The pulsating throb in her head and her womb seemed to be connected and it became more and more intense.
Catching how rude she sounded from earlier, she gritted her teeth and said, "It felt like the world is spinning and I can't…' She paused helplessly, "I can't bring it back to normal."
"Wife." Apollyon's brows furrowed with concern as he cupped her jaw carefully and made her look up at him, staring deep into her eyes as if he was trying to figure her out. "You are still Luna, right?"
Her eyebrows lifted sardonically, "What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer me and don't argue with me any further." He enunciated patiently but his tense posture was nothing but the opposite of it.
Her eyelashes fluttered close and she breathed, giving up, "Yes, it's me."
"Alright," Apollyon grunted and she was relieved of his quick acceptance.
If they had another long argument about this because he didn't believe her then perhaps, she should just faint to get out of the situation.
There was no need to do that, though.
Still, Luna expected him to contest her word a bit longer just in case she wasn't herself but tonight wasn't the time.
Not when she was feeling out of sorts but she tried to get herself together.
"Are the babies still there?" Apollyon glanced down and narrowed his gaze at her bulging stomach. "By chance. They weren't snatched during the black-out, right?"
Feeling a bit defensive, Luna felt the need to protect them from his intense scrutiny so she immediately covered it with her hand, "Do you see my stomach deflating?"
It took Apollyon a moment to respond.
Placing a small palm on her tummy, he waited until he felt the tiniest movement as if that would reassure him that they weren't stolen from the blackout.
Luna knew that her babies were still inside her but nobody had any ideas about the limitations of dark magic especially if Archdemons were involved in it.
Apollyon was terrified at the possibility, it seemed.
Suddenly, both of them felt a rather powerful kick from where her husband's palm had connected to her stomach underneath all the white fabric of her gown.
Doubling over, Luna gasped in both pain and surprise.
It felt like some spoiled brat had punched her with her little fist and it hurt so bad.
Her fingers curled unto Apollyon's forearms to keep herself from falling face flat on the floor.
Now, she felt like vomiting.
"There is no doubt that the babies are still with us and you are still here with me, wife." Apollyon grinned in satisfaction before he hugged her. "Thank the gods."
Luna stopped the urge to roll her eyes while she caressed her bulging stomach in an attempt to self-soothe. "I'm still alive and well, husband."
Apollyon's Prussian Blue eyes were tender, almost close to devastation, "I was so scared that something had happened to you." Glancing around to see if anyone had listened in to their conversation, he switched the conversation in their mind link, 'Do you think you will give birth tonight? Tell me the truth or else—'
Luna didn't want to return to the royal bed chamber not after what she saw earlier.
She needed to tell him something important.
'Husband. I should tell you about something that I have seen.' Luna told her urgently.
'What is it?' Apollyon inclined his head curiously before he took a swig of the wine in his free hand, 'I think I need this drink to prepare myself.'
"Servants, lock all the exits in this Household!" Someone shouted.
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<strong>Archdemon Empress Luna</strong>
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The faerie's thin transparent wings fluttered as fast as a hummingbird as she made a beeline towards the open doors of the terrace.
Luna jerked and pushed Apollyon away in desperation while his hands clasped her wide hips a little too tight for someone who had a pregnant wife in front of him.
For some inexplicable reason, Luna's body swayed from the gesture as if her half-dead body was floating in the middle of the ocean.
It made her feel dizzy and claustrophobic that she had to close her eyes to get her bearings once again.
The urge to throw up was strong and she swallowed really hard to repress it.
It would be bad for the guests to see her vomit blood--the only thing she can consume as a vampire—and witness the messy puddle on the floor with wide eyes when some of them hadn't even eaten yet.
Too distracted with the black-out, the guests collectively sighed in relief that Luna doubted if anyone actually noticed the creature much less the red wine staining its leaf-like garment.
Well, what was Luna going to do about it anyway, chase after the peculiar creature while lugging around this additional weight?
She wouldn't go that far and the Fae must have probably disappeared by the time she reached the metal banisters.
Well, she should try, at least.
"Release me, husband." She commanded, her eyes flashing at Apollyon in defiance.
His expression hardened and she quickly realized that he didn't appreciate the imperial tone she used on him.
She pursed her lips.
It wasn't like she could take it back.
Luna waited, expecting him to obey, pronto, but it seemed like she had forgotten that she married someone as stubborn as her.
"And, where do you think you are going?" Apollyon growled menacingly and her ears turned red, indignant from his strange suspicion.
As she looked over Apollyon's shoulder, her eyes could only trail after the faerie when her limbs couldn't until it was nowhere to be found.
Luna closed her eyes and moaned in both agony and regret. 'It was too late.'
Unfortunately, even the simple gesture sent her mind into a downward spiral.
"Luna—"
"Apollyon." Leaning closer to the warmth of his body, which was the only stable thing she could hold unto, she muttered irritably as she clutched at his biceps, "Can you please stay still?"
To which, her husband responded with, "I am as still as an inanimate object, wife. What is the problem?"
He caressed her back and that calmed her a bit. Yet, her surly mood didn't change.
The pulsating throb in her head and her womb seemed to be connected and it became more and more intense.
Catching how rude she sounded from earlier, she gritted her teeth and said, "It felt like the world is spinning and I can't…' She paused helplessly, "I can't bring it back to normal."
"Wife." Apollyon's brows furrowed with concern as he cupped her jaw carefully and made her look up at him, staring deep into her eyes as if he was trying to figure her out. "You are still Luna, right?"
Her eyebrows lifted sardonically, "What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer me and don't argue with me any further." He enunciated patiently but his tense posture was nothing but the opposite of it.
Her eyelashes fluttered close and she breathed, giving up, "Yes, it's me."
"Alright," Apollyon grunted and she was relieved of his quick acceptance.
If they had another long argument about this because he didn't believe her then perhaps, she should just faint to get out of the situation.
There was no need to do that, though.
Still, Luna expected him to contest her word a bit longer just in case she wasn't herself but tonight wasn't the time.
Not when she was feeling out of sorts but she tried to get herself together.
"Are the babies still there?" Apollyon glanced down and narrowed his gaze at her bulging stomach. "By chance. They weren't snatched during the black-out, right?"
Feeling a bit defensive, Luna felt the need to protect them from his intense scrutiny so she immediately covered it with her hand, "Do you see my stomach deflating?"
It took Apollyon a moment to respond.
Placing a small palm on her tummy, he waited until he felt the tiniest movement as if that would reassure him that they weren't stolen from the blackout.
Luna knew that her babies were still inside her but nobody had any ideas about the limitations of dark magic especially if Archdemons were involved in it.
Apollyon was terrified at the possibility, it seemed.
Suddenly, both of them felt a rather powerful kick from where her husband's palm had connected to her stomach underneath all the white fabric of her gown.
Doubling over, Luna gasped in both pain and surprise.
It felt like some spoiled brat had punched her with her little fist and it hurt so bad.
Her fingers curled unto Apollyon's forearms to keep herself from falling face flat on the floor.
Now, she felt like vomiting.
"There is no doubt that the babies are still with us and you are still here with me, wife." Apollyon grinned in satisfaction before he hugged her. "Thank the gods."
Luna stopped the urge to roll her eyes while she caressed her bulging stomach in an attempt to self-soothe. "I'm still alive and well, husband."
Apollyon's Prussian Blue eyes were tender, almost close to devastation, "I was so scared that something had happened to you." Glancing around to see if anyone had listened in to their conversation, he switched the conversation in their mind link, 'Do you think you will give birth tonight? Tell me the truth or else—'
Luna didn't want to return to the royal bed chamber not after what she saw earlier.
She needed to tell him something important.
'Husband. I should tell you about something that I have seen.' Luna told her urgently.
'What is it?' Apollyon inclined his head curiously before he took a swig of the wine in his free hand, 'I think I need this drink to prepare myself.'
"Servants, lock all the exits in this Household!" Someone shouted.
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