Newest Chapter for the Highest Tier (March 2022)
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Archdemon of Gluttony
Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell
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What could she possibly get from tearing a page from a goddess' grimoire aside from the magic that it contained and the fact that Caelano, her dark and loyal harpy, got trapped in there?
The sound of pitter-patter floated on the cold breeze, and rain began to fall on the ruins of Hazelnut Manor, gently beating down on the surface that the Hellfire had ravaged.
The plethora of ghostlike demons watching them outside the Autumn Courts had released disturbing and unholy snarl in the night.
It made the lesser Faeries cower in fear.
Together with the rainclouds and the trees standing as tall and as proud as the knights, thousands of demons had blocked their glimpse of the moon and the stars like a murmuration of birds, whirling and changing patterns at a moment's notice.
Other than that, the tranquility in the deep dark woods seemed to relax the remaining Fairfolk after the earlier chaos.
All of the survivors had gathered and exited what was left of Hazelnut Manor, evacuating to a preferably large area to accommodate many people.
The crowd traveled in silence as they passed by frozen clumps of bushes, dead tree trunks, and pine trees stretching up like arrows in the sky, leaving padded footprints along their path.
The trails were almost invisible in the thick velvet of snow, but Xerxes and the trackers in the Fae Militia were exceptional.
Ravin could hear the occasional howls of wolves and owl hoots in the background.
As the Vampire King's commander, Ravin was now in charge of the Order of the Selcis.
He had to discuss with Queen Morgan their next goals as the servants and the soldiers were busy setting up tents in their outdoor camp.
Ravin also noticed that one of her three loyal Cadres was missing, but he didn't bother asking since he forgot the Fae's name.
As the Autumn Queen said, they had a lot of matters to attend to.
Everyone was waiting for the Vampire King to recover inside the Cave of Crystals before returning to the Autumn Palace and checking up on Luna and his brother.
The footmen stomped out a flat spot and constructed a platform of logs so that the fire would rest directly on the deep snow.
Lighting the bonfire had produced large shadows from the trees.
Queen Morgan's musicians had brought to perform on the Wine Tasting Party had used their skills to make the atmosphere light-hearted to break the tension.
Some of the pages and maidservants have gathered a group of sweet forest animals for them to play with.
A daughter of one of the maidservants from Hazelnut Manor, a girl of seven, had stared at him with curious, innocent eyes and approached him boldly with her horrified mother's protest.
She had tried to make friends with him without knowing his true nature.
From what she must have heard, Ravin was a hero who defeated a rogue Vampiric Fae.
The chubby child glanced up at him and raised her little arms as a silent demand to lift her to his chest.
Since he had nothing else to do aside from wait for the Vampire king to get better, he bent down to pick up the girl like she was made of fine china.
He was careful not to crush her with his Archdemon strength---not when the girl's mother watched them looking as if she was about to pass out from the sight.
He cradled her short thighs and spread a hand behind her tiny back to support her.
The child cupped his face, and he allowed its gentle touch to soothe him.
Five minutes later, the girl had fallen asleep, and her mother ran up to him and immediately snatched her away from him as if he was a predator.
If Ravin and his mate's daughter from another man managed to form such a thin and fragile bond, would they also do the same?
Capable fighters in Queen Morgan's Militia had practiced sparring with their fellow soldiers with their Cadre's leadership.
Everyone was determined to learn how to defend themselves, learn new abilities, and train the young ones while they were at it.
This Realm is changing, and it wasn't for the better.
The Fae also tested their abilities in shapeshifting and glamour, taking a variety of demon forms as a way to test their skills.
They must understand the inner workings of the enemy.
Queen Morgan strolled the forest in her white cloak with silver peacock feathers around her shoulders.
Even in a tragedy, the Autumn Queen was the epitome of opulence.
She appeared so out of place when she stood near the fae blacksmiths to infuse magic in their weaponry.
Blacksmiths were busy forging civilians just in case they were needed in the war.
Ravin couldn't sleep that night, and Queen Morgan took advantage of that.
She continued persuading him to hand over the blue-feather necklace she owned. Ravin ignored her plea.
He was fully aware that Queen Morgan and Merle were the same and that she was the rightful owner of this blue feather that her Archangel had given her in the past.
Yet, Ravin wanted to cling to the item with his claws for some reason.
Hecate wanted him to have it, so it belonged to him unless that witch goddess told him otherwise.
It must spill from her own lips that Queen Morgan owned the necklace before he would give her permission to have it.
His whelp was the one to find it, so of course, he should be the one who kept it.
Her fault.
Not his.
Queen Morgan had taken revenge, refusing to elaborate about how they stumbled across the Tree of Four Seasons if he didn't give her the necklace.
If no one wanted to give in to another due to unreasonable pride, this mission was doomed to fail at the cost of other people's lives.
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