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Archdemon Empress Luna
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"I'm afraid that every time you fall asleep, you go with one of these Archdemons, and then when you wake up, you will act like I was the only one, pretending that everything was alright." Apollyon's lips pressed firmly together in a frown, but there was sensual anger in his blue eyes, "--and then, if you were with me, you will act as you love me."
The air around the room stopped moving.
The dead bodies of demonic faeries with their feet and wrists chained into black iron balls and chains seemed to fade away in her eyes, including King Zephyr, Prince Aspen, and Cederic.
She didn't care what their reactions might be because right now, only the two of them existed.