Chapter 872 Almost An Archdemon
<strong>Newest Chapter for the Highest Tier (March 2022) </strong>
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<strong>Vampire King Apollyon</strong>
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Apollyon breathed heavily as he bent over and rested his hands on his knees from this strange exhaustion.
He glanced around the arctic wastelands.
It had no signs of life aside from the Fae Militia gathered in this location.
Visible puffs of air came out of their mouths as the strong winds howled and lacerated their thick cloaks.
It was strange for a powerful vampire like him to feel sluggish.
Was it because he just turned into a rogue vampire, or… did cleansing himself of demonic energy in the Cave of Crystals leave him weak because his system had relied too much on his mate's Archdemon blood?
Yes.
What he did to his wife was unforgivable: death was the only punishment he deserved.
Apollyon never took his gaze off of her, and he was in his wife's presence the entire time before he turned into a rogue vampire.
Everything was great before they encountered problems he, at least, dismissed as irrelevant.
With Hephaestus' help, Princess Ourania almost snatched his step-sister in Hazelnut Manor. Honestly, he couldn't care less if Hephaestus and Princess Ourania succeeded in taking her away and forcing her to return to the Summer Courts for her safety.
Nobody could deny that his half-sister belonged to her birth parents.
In addition to that, both Autumn Courts and the Vampire Kingdom were positioned in the eye of the storm, where demonic activity was the strongest.
Apollyon had no right to stop them except that it was Princess Sapphire's wish to remain here with Xerxes.
It was also his soft-hearted Empress wish for his half-sister to stay with them in Hazelnut Manor, using Hecate's words as an excuse.
Due to extreme competition for the Vampire King's love, his wife had no female friends ever since he met her in the Consortium.
Lady Clarence, Prince Aspen's fiance, and Luna were close enough to call each other acquaintances.
Yet, Princess Sapphire was the closest girl his wife could rely on whenever she felt alone without him.
His wife was fond of the girl, and it was a huge mistake when he chose to humor her instead.
According to Ravin, his sister's presence in Hazelnut Manor had caused troubles, heartache, and agony to all the people involved.
However, Apollyon had no way to confirm Archdemon's lies.
He hadn't even reached the point where the Fae soldiers he ordered to disperse around the area were able to catch the culprits.
Apollyon was aware that Hephaestus and Princess Ourania were not to be underestimated… but why did these two choose to inflict violence on the innocents at such an important event?
The last thing they did was drink wine, and then he blacked out.
'There must be something about that f*cking wine!' Apollyon thought with gritted teeth.
G*ddamnit!
How the hell didn't he manage to scent the foreign substance before the rim of the goblet could touch his lips?
He clenched his fists so hard that his hands trembled from his frustration.
Ravin did tell him that there was something about the wine, but he didn't care elaborate.
He raised his head a little to watch him flap his leathery bat-like wings from afar.
The urge to strangle the Archdemon intensified
The Archdemon only told him to blame everything that happened to Hephaestus and her mother and not think about it too much.
They couldn't afford to be distracted now when they were just a step closer to having access to the Garden of the Four Seasons and stealing the fruit right out of the Archangel's nose.
He could no longer hold back his anger.
Apollyon shook the sweat off his forehead and straightened his spine. "It's empty out here," Apollyon growled loud enough for everyone to hear, and a string of curses followed. "I don't see any entrance, much less see the damned garden!"
Upon hearing his complaint, everyone in his vicinity whipped their heads in his direction.
They need to get the fruit of the Four Seasons before their mate loses her physical vessel.
Lilith's Archdemon soul had gotten stronger in Luna's body, and her interference over the childbirth could either hasten or slow down their ends.
A Fae soldier with bluish hair flew towards him and responded urgently, "We swear it on our life that we saw it, Prince Apollyon. It's around here somewhere but the moment, all of you arrived--"
Of course, a massive place like the Garden of the Four Seasons wasn't hard to miss unless it suddenly turned invisible.
The soldiers had already walked in circles for a few minutes with no Holy Garden in sight.
There was nothing to see there aside from vast piles of pristine white snow almost reaching their thighs, forcing everyone to hover above or drag their feet. Fortunately, the snow had stopped falling for the night.
"There is an Archdemon in our midst." Apollyon muttered under his breath before he shouted aloud, "How do we expect to find it easily if you are here, Ravin?!"
"Now that we are here, do you want us to return to Hazelnut Manor, then?!" Ravin shouted even louder.
The poor blue-haired fae beside him covered his ears, and Apollyon's sense of smell could already scent blood dripping from the holes.
He forgot that Faeries had sensitive hearing.
Hands-on on either side of his waist, Apollyon scowled at the Archdemon in disbelief and bellowed. "You're not making sense!"
Apollyon had heard him loud and clear, but he didn't understand why the stupid bastard would suggest they go back to where they came from!
What was he even up to?
The speck of an Archdemon with colossal bat wings hovering at the end of the pale horizon disappeared.
He blinked his heavy lids thrice, and Ravin materialized in front of him.
"I doubt that I'm not the only Archdemon around here. When you attacked your wife at the Great Hall, you thought you turned into a rogue vampire out of the blue. But what if I told you that you almost awakened the Archdemon blood running through your veins?"
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<strong>Vampire King Apollyon</strong>
<strong> *************************</strong>
Apollyon breathed heavily as he bent over and rested his hands on his knees from this strange exhaustion.
He glanced around the arctic wastelands.
It had no signs of life aside from the Fae Militia gathered in this location.
Visible puffs of air came out of their mouths as the strong winds howled and lacerated their thick cloaks.
It was strange for a powerful vampire like him to feel sluggish.
Was it because he just turned into a rogue vampire, or… did cleansing himself of demonic energy in the Cave of Crystals leave him weak because his system had relied too much on his mate's Archdemon blood?
Yes.
What he did to his wife was unforgivable: death was the only punishment he deserved.
Apollyon never took his gaze off of her, and he was in his wife's presence the entire time before he turned into a rogue vampire.
Everything was great before they encountered problems he, at least, dismissed as irrelevant.
With Hephaestus' help, Princess Ourania almost snatched his step-sister in Hazelnut Manor. Honestly, he couldn't care less if Hephaestus and Princess Ourania succeeded in taking her away and forcing her to return to the Summer Courts for her safety.
Nobody could deny that his half-sister belonged to her birth parents.
In addition to that, both Autumn Courts and the Vampire Kingdom were positioned in the eye of the storm, where demonic activity was the strongest.
Apollyon had no right to stop them except that it was Princess Sapphire's wish to remain here with Xerxes.
It was also his soft-hearted Empress wish for his half-sister to stay with them in Hazelnut Manor, using Hecate's words as an excuse.
Due to extreme competition for the Vampire King's love, his wife had no female friends ever since he met her in the Consortium.
Lady Clarence, Prince Aspen's fiance, and Luna were close enough to call each other acquaintances.
Yet, Princess Sapphire was the closest girl his wife could rely on whenever she felt alone without him.
His wife was fond of the girl, and it was a huge mistake when he chose to humor her instead.
According to Ravin, his sister's presence in Hazelnut Manor had caused troubles, heartache, and agony to all the people involved.
However, Apollyon had no way to confirm Archdemon's lies.
He hadn't even reached the point where the Fae soldiers he ordered to disperse around the area were able to catch the culprits.
Apollyon was aware that Hephaestus and Princess Ourania were not to be underestimated… but why did these two choose to inflict violence on the innocents at such an important event?
The last thing they did was drink wine, and then he blacked out.
'There must be something about that f*cking wine!' Apollyon thought with gritted teeth.
G*ddamnit!
How the hell didn't he manage to scent the foreign substance before the rim of the goblet could touch his lips?
He clenched his fists so hard that his hands trembled from his frustration.
Ravin did tell him that there was something about the wine, but he didn't care elaborate.
He raised his head a little to watch him flap his leathery bat-like wings from afar.
The urge to strangle the Archdemon intensified
The Archdemon only told him to blame everything that happened to Hephaestus and her mother and not think about it too much.
They couldn't afford to be distracted now when they were just a step closer to having access to the Garden of the Four Seasons and stealing the fruit right out of the Archangel's nose.
He could no longer hold back his anger.
Apollyon shook the sweat off his forehead and straightened his spine. "It's empty out here," Apollyon growled loud enough for everyone to hear, and a string of curses followed. "I don't see any entrance, much less see the damned garden!"
Upon hearing his complaint, everyone in his vicinity whipped their heads in his direction.
They need to get the fruit of the Four Seasons before their mate loses her physical vessel.
Lilith's Archdemon soul had gotten stronger in Luna's body, and her interference over the childbirth could either hasten or slow down their ends.
A Fae soldier with bluish hair flew towards him and responded urgently, "We swear it on our life that we saw it, Prince Apollyon. It's around here somewhere but the moment, all of you arrived--"
Of course, a massive place like the Garden of the Four Seasons wasn't hard to miss unless it suddenly turned invisible.
The soldiers had already walked in circles for a few minutes with no Holy Garden in sight.
There was nothing to see there aside from vast piles of pristine white snow almost reaching their thighs, forcing everyone to hover above or drag their feet. Fortunately, the snow had stopped falling for the night.
"There is an Archdemon in our midst." Apollyon muttered under his breath before he shouted aloud, "How do we expect to find it easily if you are here, Ravin?!"
"Now that we are here, do you want us to return to Hazelnut Manor, then?!" Ravin shouted even louder.
The poor blue-haired fae beside him covered his ears, and Apollyon's sense of smell could already scent blood dripping from the holes.
He forgot that Faeries had sensitive hearing.
Hands-on on either side of his waist, Apollyon scowled at the Archdemon in disbelief and bellowed. "You're not making sense!"
Apollyon had heard him loud and clear, but he didn't understand why the stupid bastard would suggest they go back to where they came from!
What was he even up to?
The speck of an Archdemon with colossal bat wings hovering at the end of the pale horizon disappeared.
He blinked his heavy lids thrice, and Ravin materialized in front of him.
"I doubt that I'm not the only Archdemon around here. When you attacked your wife at the Great Hall, you thought you turned into a rogue vampire out of the blue. But what if I told you that you almost awakened the Archdemon blood running through your veins?"
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