Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter For Highest Tier (May 2022)

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The Archdemon of Sloth

Prince Sloth from the Seventh Circle of Hell

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When they came across each other in the forest, Queen Morgan had promised that she would send for Ravin and Apollyon as soon as possible once they got themselves together.

​ But so far, it hadn't been fulfilled yet.

He couldn't feel Apollyon and Ravin around, and Sloth was getting impatient—which was so unlike him.

He was used to living a snail-paced routine in the seventh circle of Hell, and now he was forced to do these unnecessary things?

He hadn't even had a good night's sleep yet.

Sloth was close to fainting, but he kept staggering like a zombie while carrying a woman who couldn't appreciate what he had sacrificed for her.

All she did was bombard his ears with never-ending complaints.

What was he supposed to do if the Empress' stomach hurts?

Killing the babies was the only method to end her suffering, but all of them might be sent back to Hell.

He can't win in this situation.

Sloth exhaled a heavy sigh and decided to wait for them while he followed the birth attendant's orders.

She was the superior one in this scenario.

It would be better for him to get on her good side.

The Fae grandmother had a lot of experience helping women give birth to tiny, ugly, and wrinkled creatures.

The night sky seemed darker than before.

The full moon had faded except the crescent shining on the right side.

He didn't notice that the color of the sky had changed to yellow and purple as he and the birth attendant continued to walk to their destination—albeit slowly.

Sloth didn't even know where they were going, and he didn't bother asking the lady.

Suddenly, folded pieces of paper flew over their heads as doves continued to drop them on their spot.

"There must be news from Her Majesty that the Fairfolk needed to know." With one hand settled at her lower back, the birth attendant slowly bent over to pick one up.

The doves had rained too much parchment on them, and Sloth bet that it continued the same message.

She didn't say a word for a few seconds, and Sloth wondered if the letter's contents were too long to read or if the grandmother's poor eyesight couldn't see them.  He watched her back stiffen with concern.

"What does the letter say, grandma?" Sloth slurred gently.

The birth attendant wanted him to address her as grandma, and he humored her… but only now.

She turned to face him and said, "Here. Read it. If I reread it, I might have a heart attack."

Sloth's eyes narrowed at the contents of the letter as her gnarled hand showed it to him.

"DEMONIC SIEGE. SAFEROOM. NOW." He read aloud.

"Oh, alright." He shrugged. "Please don't have a heart attack." Sloth closed his eyes shut, exhaled a sigh, and opened his eyes again after deciding to come clean. "I'm a demon as well. You will be safe from them as long as I'm here."

"Whadidyousay?" The old woman demanded so fast that each word sounded like they were tumbling over each other until she got her tongue twisted.

"The Princess in my arms is also a demon too. Her Majesty accepted our identities just fine. There is no need to worry." Sloth tried to reassure her, but the clearer he tried to speak his ideas, the more that the crow's feet around her eyes wrinkled in suspicion. "My Mistress and I are High-ranking Demons in Hell. We are Archdemons." He explained further. "We used to be royalties there."

"Wha—"

"Sloth, do you think that information would help us right now?" Lune asked with her eyes closed.

Was she moving in and out of her consciousness, or was she eavesdropping on them without being too obvious?

Sloth glanced down at her pale face as her thick silver lashes formed half crescents on her lids. "I thought you were unconscious."

"To be fair, I don't want to regain my consciousness and wake up to this conversation either," Lune whispered hopelessly, sounding like she was already on her deathbed. "You always want to f*ck things up."

"Please help us, madame. We are on Her Majesty's side. She wouldn't make this woman into an honorary Princess in the Autumn Courts if she didn't trust us." Sloth announced proudly as he looked the birth attendant in the eye. "We helped her win the demon siege the first time, so she did that out of gratitude. She owed us a lot of favors, and so do you."

"Don't threaten the lady, Sloth," Lune warned as she worriedly caressed her moving stomach that was too busy screaming bloody murder inside.

"Could we head to the safe room now, please?"

"Argh!" She squirmed again and screeched in agony, "The labor pains are driving me crazy! "

'You deserve it, bish~' He thought as he fixated his gaze on the soul mate ring that her husband had given her. 'I hope you give birth to more babies.'

"Make it go away, please," Lune begged as she began clawing at him again. If he weren't Lune's Archdemon Familiar, he would stop putting up with this and drop her without hesitation. "You make my headache every time you open  your mouth!" Sloth would only shut up if she kept quiet first, but he wasn't going to tell her that. "I wish there was a way for someone to suffer on my behalf."

Sloth pursed his lips after that.

There was a way to pass all that agony to an Archdemon Familiar, and he wasn't going to tell her about it.

Lune forcibly released an arm stuck between her body and his chest and propelled her body upward a little so she could circle them around his shoulder.

Then, she turned her head to the side and bit him on the shoulder hard without warning.

"Ouch! What had I ever done to you?"

She gave him a death stare and murmured, "Move and do what the birth attendant tells you to do."