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Vampire King Apollyon
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"Who are you?"
Apollyon didn't recognize the girl on the wolf's back, who seemed a bit young when it came to faerie age. Maybe, she was around Cederic's appearance when Lilith cursed him.
He narrowed his gaze at the girl because she didn't look like a Faerie from the Spring Courts.
If ever she was standing in a crowd of spring faeries at Ostara, she would stick out like a sore thumb with her tanned skin, burgundy bodice with a black corset wrapped around her waist, and long, colorful skirts with green and orange triangular patterns all over it.
Apollyon glanced at his wife to see if she knew her.
Luna raised her head a bit to see the stranger, but there was no recognition in her frown.
"Brother--"
Apollyon's temper flared up at the word as he gritted his teeth.
