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Vampire King Apollyon
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Apollyon's breath caught when a grudging moonlight sparkled over the sleeping beauty's innocent face.
Apollyon caressed his wife's forehead as he watched the rise and fall of her breasts, breathing softly.
Two weeks had passed in the Vampire Realm, and the Empress hadn't awakened in his Castle's Ivory tower yet.
Being a warlock was Apollyon's second nature.
He had tried to heal her of her ailment but to no avail.
Apollyon didn't know what was wrong with Luna even after consulting the High Priest to heal her with anything he could think of.
Nothing and no one could ever wake her up from her slumber.
Not loud sounds.
Not even a shake of her shoulders.
