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Archdemon of Sloth

Prince of the Seventh Circle of Hell

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At that point on, Sloth had already accepted what he had seen in his vision as the truth.

He already assumed earlier in this game that the war between Archangels and Archdemons was the most likely outcome in the near future.

Lune and the Vampire King were fortunate that the Heavenly Realm still cared about the affairs in the Material Realm enough to interfere at such a huge scale.

Sloth smiled with his eyes closed.

'Wait. Did I just smile?' The corner of his lips curved into a frown when he realized he found joy in knowing that the remaining Archangels will wipe out Luxen's Demonic Legion without a hitch. 'We still had to be prepared if we came across them.'

He, Lune and his brother were Archdemons so why the hell would he think that the Archangels had it in their hearts to spare a few of their kind?

it had been more than a thousand years since the Fairfolk had set their eyes on Archangels after the Great War.

This was also the second time the Angel Race had visited the Material Realm.

Hopefully, this would be last since he didn't like being surrounded by angels at all.

Just when his dream was about to reach an exciting part, someone whacked him on the chest so hard that he gasped while his body jolted and rose by reflex.

If he was human he would have coughed out a lung.

Groaning with his eyes closed, Sloth stretched his arms and laid back down on the fur cloak he had spread on the cold hard floor.

When the tension in his muscles had eased, Sloth sighed with relief.

His large hands clutched the fabric of his cloak from each side before he swaddled himself like a newborn baby with it and turned so that he could lie on his side.

The corner of his lips curled upward.

He wasn't interested in finding out who had hit him without warning.

Moreover, his mind was too clouded that it could barely register a female screeching like a banshee in the background.

If that was Lilith acting like a feral zombie searching for some fresh kill to eat, Sloth couldn't care less.

He would rather convince himself to get some sleep so that he could go back to his dream.

'Baphomet.' He cursed with furrowed brows and his eyes were still closed. 'I didn't even see the Archangels win when they rescued them and witness a happy ending for the Empress and the Vampire King.'

Regretful.

"Sloth. You have to wake up now." He heard a familiar rasp.

As he recalled the familiar voice from his addled brain, another hard slap landed on his cheek he swore those rough fingers left a mark.

"Sloth. You ordered me to tell you if something had happened to your princess. It appeared like you are too exhausted to care. " The familiar voice of an old woman whispered in his ear. "The Archangels are here with us. You must help me deal with them."

He did hear her but his mind had slept too deeply that it took him forever to understand.

"Archdemon. You must help us. Lilith had woken up again and she's trying to spit the special fruit that the Archangel had fed her." She squeezed his cheeks together and shook it vigorously from left to right.

His head spun and he felt like vomiting.

"She even tried to trick him him after gaining a little consciousness by throwing him coquettish beams here and there. I already had my doubts since I did see her act like a fool earlier from all that screaming. Now that she had seen angels surrounding her, she suddenly turned into one?" The birth attendant snorted. "Impossible."

"This other Archdemon was completely different from the Princess, you see?" She went on. Archangel Azrael was good at extracting information after just asking her a couple of non-threatening questions. He caught her lies with ease. Unfortunately, Lilith refused to swallow the fruit and it's taking a long time for the exorcism to take effect."The birth attendant's voice cracked in distress after finishing her explanation. "I don't think she was faking her labor pains this time. A few more minutes without any progress might lead to the babes' death."

Sloth planned his next move thoroughly.

Should he ask this Archangel Azrael to get rid of Lilith's Archdemon soul from Lune's vessel if he could?

He was afraid that if Lilith stayed too long in Lune's body she might turn into an exceptional actress and it might become more difficult to differentiate the two.

Then, Sloth heard a couple of back and forth exchanges from voices he wasn't familiar with until now.

"Azrael, stop! Don't waste it on her anymore. She is resisting the fruit!"

That was the biggest sign that Lune wasn't acting like herself.

Who in their right mind would reject a complete cure for their affliction.

Deep, patient breaths filled the awkward silence.

"Don't tell me to give up on her." The man announced, determined.

"Nobody had told you to give up. From all that Hellfire raining down on the Garden of the Four Seasons, consider this fruit as the last thing that we could get our hands on."

The female insisted grudgingly. "Save it for later."

"Would you rather I kill the babies to save the Vampire King's mate, then?" He asked frostily. "The Archdemon is holding them hostage! I can let this woman drink my blood but that might destroy all of them from the potency alone."

"Did the Vampire King tell you who you would save if he had to pick between his wife and his child?" The other woman asked skeptically. " I don't think that was part of the promise---"

Sloth heard light footsteps as if someone had anxiously paced around the chamber.

"Is there something else we could do about this?" The male voice demanded. "What do you suggest?"