Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (May 2022)

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Archdemon of Sloth

Prince Sloth from the Seventh Circle of Hell

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Archangel Ariel snapped her finger when she finally got his point.

"Maybe that is the reason she wasn't leaving her body despite feeding her the fruit by force!" She exclaimed, exchanging glances at everyone present in the Emerald Room as if willing them to agree with her, except for the Archdemon of Sloth.

Sloth glowered at the female Archangel with gritted teeth. 'These Angels were ignoring him again.'

"We should stop and think about this for a while." Archangel Ariel went on. "Now, that Lilith doesn't pose any danger to the Empress for the meantime, perhaps, we should switch into pulling the babies out instead while she is unconscious."

"I think it would be possible for her to wake up while we sliced her stomach open. Once she did that, we will feed her the magic fruit immediately and get rid of Lilith." He said darkly before adding a snide remark. "That Archdemon is cowardly and had no tolerance for pain."

Sloth cleared his throat and decided to join in on the conversation. "What if she wouldn't wake up in the middle of it?"

Leaning his elbow on the armrest and resting his chin on the palm of his hand, Sloth's gaze flitted to the Angels present in the Emerald Room so that he would know who to kill if all of them tried to run away from their responsibility over Lune's life.

Archangel Azrael met his scowl and replied without any hint of arrogance. "She will. I am more powerful than the Three Fates."

'Did he truly believe that as unbridled truth?'

Azrael's confidence was astounding.

The Archangel of Death couldn't even expel Lilith by himself and resorted to asking his fellow Angels for help?

Sloth snickered.

Pathetic.

The birth attendant standing with her back against the wall and arms folded over her chest, stepped forward and pushed the Angels aside so that she could look after the Empress.

The Angels had tried what they could but it was all in vain.

"I agree with the female Archangel. What she just repeated was my plan from the beginning. I just waited to see what kind of tricks you, Archangels, can pull to save the Princess. I can't believe that you lots weren't able to exorcise the foreign Archdemon." She shook her head and clicked her tongue. "I can say that I am thoroughly disappointed."

Swallowing hard, Archangel Ariel avoided her gaze to stare at the floor.

Archangel Azrael merely sighed.

Who in their right mind wouldn't be dismayed by the outcome when even an Archdemon like Sloth had expected the Archangel Circles to

work on Lilith?

"Now, that the Archdemon is out of the way, we shall no longer postpone saving the babes any longer." Maybe, the birth attendant had realized it was her chance to seize the reins and take over the childbirthing event. "The clock is ticking."

One of his legs shook with impatience.

The birth attendant's voice had changed when she made hissing and humming noises in one breath.

His brows furrowed in confusion, at first, but then he finally understood.

Just as Sloth had thought, the emerald python had followed the old woman's path after she summoned it with the vibrations her throat had produced.

The Angels gave the emerald python a wide berth when it made its way towards the Princess.

Even if Archangel Azrael had expressed his loathing at the emerald python, it didn't care at all as it slithered near him, unafraid of his presence.

Sloth's posture had stiffened when the snake's triangular head and upper body rose in little waves before it struck and bit Lune's arm with its long, sharp fangs.

Then, the old woman calmly offered the Angels, who wanted to help Lune give birth, with a basin full of whiskey to wash their hands as if that damned snake didn't just inject the venom to paralyze her.

She was very particular with sanitation that she didn't even allow the Vampire King, the Empress' husband, to lie on the floor close to Lune's bed just because he looked as if he was on the verge of death.

Even, the sulfur-scented pus stuck on his bandaged wounds had already taken a brownish hue instead of bright red.

Physical damages acquired from demon attacks using Archdemon weapons, magic and Hellfire always smelled like that.

Sloth glanced down at his feet where the Vampire King had laid on his back, arms limp at each side.

The birth attendant had commanded Sloth to heal him instead since he was adamant on not helping her with extracting the babes out of Lune's stomach.

As Lune's Familiar, Sloth had no choice but to take responsibility in repairing the Vampire King's severe injuries he got from Luxen's blade and he did it.

For a few moments, the old woman's thoughtful gaze rested on Lune before she waited for the venom to work its magic.

He pursed his lips as he watched the sanitized birthing instrument that the old woman had prepared inside the pot she had boiled earlier, posed no resistance when she sliced Lune's stomach open.

Archangel Ariel placed her hands to the slash that the birth attendant made and Lune's blood had gushed between her fingers, oozing under her hand.

Sloth couldn't bring himself to just sit there and watch Lune bleed as it spread into the damp blankets.

Archangel Azrael's countenance was devoid of any emotion as he watched them.

Meanwhile, Sloth was the opposite.

He had turned his head away to avoid looking at them.

He didn't think he could go through with it.

Feeling restless, Sloth had sat and stood up from his seat while taking deep breaths at the same time.

It would have been fine if he watched it happen to someone he didn't know at all.

Sloth tried to remain as stoic as possible but he had failed miserably.

His anxiety made time itself become irrelevant.

Everyone had stopped what they were doing when they sensed demons around the Autumn Palace's vicinity.

It appeared like thousands of demons had found their hideout and planned to attack.