Hell's Consort-Chapter 878 First Kill
<strong>Newest Chapter for the Highest Tier (April 2022) </strong>
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<strong>Queen Morgan of the Autumn Courts</strong>
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Beelzebub suppressed an evil grin as his knowing gaze followed the arrow flying upward like a skyrocket.
It reached the apex of its ascent with a loud whistle and exploded outward, leaving bright glitter trails in its wake.
That single arrow and the hellfire demons chasing after it turned the heavens momentarily orange.
It felt like they witnessed the sunset for the second time that day until the lights gradually vanished.
Tilting his head, Beelzebub addressed Sylvain, a member of Queen Morgan's Cadre and Kotari's previous comrade.
"Are you asking for someone's help or asking these people to come and die with you here?" He asked dryly, but she could detect the curiosity underneath.
Sylvain pursed his lips when their eyes met, and she slowly shook her head.
In that tensed moment, Queen Morgan could sense that all eyes were on her—both faeries and demons--as if they wanted her to respond on behalf of Sylvain.
Her trembling hand clutched the hilt of her sword too tightly as she lowered her head and squeezed her eyes shut.
It was too painful to look Kotari in the eye after revealing his true self. f𝒓𝗲𝗲𝒘𝑒𝚋ｎoѵ𝒆𝗹.co𝗺
She had to think of a way out of this, or the Autumn Courts would be wiped out from the Faerie Kingdom.
Now that Kotari had openly betrayed them after claiming that he was part of the demonic Legion, she couldn't tell if he still had the heart to spare her, his fellow generals' lives, and the Fae Militia.
What if he was here to turn the tables around and help them defeat all these demons?
Perhaps, it was wishful thinking on her part to assume that Kotari hadn't allied himself to the Archdemon of Lust.
Yet, her heart was still stupid enough to hope.
Did he simply forget the times they had ever since he became her first companion after she was hailed as the Queen of the Autumn Courts?
Did the friendship and loyalty they had built with her Cadres for millennia mean nothing to him?
She swallowed hard.
Her limbs almost weakened at the thought.
Of course, it meant nothing to him.
Kotari just exposed himself to be a high-ranking demon, Beelzebub, and he was also a Fallen Angel who might have killed her husband.
Queen Morgan was so conflicted that the sweat on her forehead had dripped on the thick snowy ground.
She could only stare at it the instant she opened her eyes because she had no idea what to do.
She was used to claiming victory and winning wars that led her Militia at a severe disadvantage made her spiral into confusion.
She should start focusing on what Beelzebub wanted in a blatant bid for more time.
Why hadn't he commanded the Dukes and the demonic Legions he brought here to slay them away instead of engaging them with threats?
Her brows furrowed.
Queen Morgan didn't know what to make of the Marquis' unpredictable nature, and indeed, she didn't want to create trouble for her group when thousands of demons practically surrounded them.
"Who are you sending a signal, Sylvain?"
A long moment of silence.
Veins seemed to emerge from Beelzebub's forehead out of irritation.
"Answer me!" He shouted so loud that it echoed throughout the arctic wastelands.
Beelzebub might as well be alone because nobody in this place--even she--didn't want to answer him.
Beelzebub shook his head and clicked his tongue in disappointment.
"It looks like you aren't afraid of me, Sylvain. You think I'm not capable of killing you just because we are friends?" He folded his arm across his chest and glanced down at Queen Morgan. "I'm not part of the Cadre anymore. Which means I can do whatever the hell I want."
The Dukes of Hell's monstrous faces wrinkled before they elongated and grew into large snouts. Their white eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
Every faeries' eyes had widened, and nobody dared to move from their position in fear of being targeted.
The three of them stretched their tree-trunk-sized arms to the side before they attacked Sylvain and separated him from Jora, Queen Morgan, Princess Sapphire, and Xerxes.
The high-ranking demons pulled him back to the sky as he struggled to escape.
Their white fangs bit at him like he was a piece of meat.
Sylvain wasn't even given a chance to let out a terrified scream when the Dukes tore his clothes and limbs apart with their root-like claws before they chewed on his flesh.
The Dukes of Hell separated his skin from the bones as if they merely stripped him of the thin white layer of clothing he had worn that night.
The smell of fae blood filled the air as it spilled on the snow-covered ground.
The powerful demons had already consumed Sylvain's organs in less than a minute as if they were a hungry pack of wild wolves who had devoured their prey with satisfaction.
Queen Morgan covered her hand over her mouth in shock, and she couldn't take her eyes off what she had witnessed.
Even if Sylvain was already dead, the Dukes continued to pounce on the corpse until nothing--not even bones--remained.
,m Her throbbing temples made her dizzy, and chills sent goosebumps all over her skin.
There was an ache at her throat as if she had swallowed thorns.
She felt so many sensations in that short time that she didn't know if she wanted to vomit, pass out, or die.
Queen Morgan had never seen something so vicious in her life.
Her hand clutched her caving chest as if she had been stabbed by hundreds of knives in the heart.
It was too difficult to breathe, and she almost didn't notice that her cheeks were wet with tears.
"Kotari! You, traitor!" Queen Morgan screeched.
He shrugged without remorse. "Who says I'm not?"
"Anyone who tries to interfere will die." Beelzebub stretched out his arms in the air as if expecting to be hugged for the job well done. "The fact that all of you are here surrounded by the Legion, it must be comforting to think that you are already dead at this moment."
