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Archdemon Empress Luna
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After closing the door shut, Luna turned around to face Apollyon and leaned her back against it.
She could tell that the hard steel surface rubbing against the thin fabric of her clothes was coated with Archdemon Magic.
It didn't belong to her, though.
It appeared like her two Archdemon Familiars had kept their promise in taking turns to keep her husband here in this tower, imprisoning him for the meantime.
The surge of familiar energy behind her back felt warm which meant that they had infused this entire tower with Archdemon Magic everyday without fail.
Ravin and Sloth seemed convinced that her husband, Apollyon, would break free from those obsidian chains binding his wrists and start raping every women he felt like.
It made her scowl underneath the cloth covering her face. Sloth had claimed that the Archdemon of Lust would do as a daily sport.