My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"You..." she said, tears streaming down her face.

His gaze met the faces of the three Vice-Generals. The aura emanating from him was devastating, like a storm about to descend upon them. The pressure intensified, making even Belroth, Malachir, and Tzeriel feel momentarily small before that crushing presence.

'This young man…' Tzeriel murmured, seeing how the man before him could not be compared to those women. 'Why... this feeling of dread...'

"It seems that way..." Vergil murmured as he watched the scene unfold. Despite clearly being nervous, he controlled his anger and disappeared into the air, reappearing in front of Ada, who was kneeling on the ground.

He pressed his hands against her and embraced her tightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't have much choice... In fact, I just 'woke up' from the dream I was living." He said, and quickly, without her noticing, they had vanished again.

"A lot of time has passed." Vergil said as he placed Ada beside Roxanne and Katharina. "I'm sorry." He commented before turning to reveal his massive back, much larger than before.

"Protect her; your energy is depleted." Vergil said, his voice deep and laden with authority. The sound was more than a command; it was a declaration of war. The arrogance in his posture was palpable, a veiled threat that could very well lead to death if they dared to ignore him.

"V-Vergil?" Katharina stammered, seeing how he was... different. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't want to ignore you two; it's just that that filthy worm is preparing a poison attack, even though I clearly told him to stop, so I'll kill him quickly and then talk to you, okay?" he asked with a gentle smile.

'Strong…' Katharina murmured with a smile.

"Who goes first?" Vergil said nonchalantly, clearly looking at the one preparing a poison attack.

"Do you think you can intimidate us?" Malachir sneered, although his voice trembled slightly. "We are your mother's Vice-Generals, ADA!! We have the power to destroy worlds!"

"Yes, yes," Vergil said, waving his hands as if to shoo away the disgusting stench he sensed. "Seriously, how long have you been eating shit? What a breath." He said, but before Malachir could respond…

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He quickly dodged back as a strange Blade emerged from the air itself. "W-what was that, you bastard?!" he shouted.

"Oh... it seems that when the enemy is stronger, he can perceive..." Vergil mused, pondering aloud in front of his foes. "Or could it be the experience and the way he perceives demonic energy?"

"Do you think you can speak to us like that and walk away unscathed?" Belroth roared, his voice filled with contained fury, trying to re-establish dominance in the situation.

"Walk away unscathed? No, no... I'm not trying to walk away unscathed," Vergil said, a smile sharp as a blade on his lips. "I just want to see if you survive." He commented carelessly.

"Like, killing my mother-in-law's generals isn't going to be nice, is it?" Vergil remarked, pondering. "They're Vice-Generals," Ada said, and he turned.

"Vice? Seriously?" Vergil questioned. "I mean, it's been six months since I disappeared; why haven't they sent a high-class general to capture you already? My God, how incompetent." Vergil commented.

"My mother seems to need a head maid, which is why they're sending these guys." Ada replied seriously.

"Oh... I see, then can I kill them?" Vergil asked like a child seeking approval.

"Stop acting cute like that; you were going to kill them anyway, weren't you?" Ada said, crossing her arms and smiling at him. He smiled back, "Thank goodness I married three women who understand me."

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Vergil let out a brief laugh, a mix of relief and amusement, as he looked at Ada, Roxanne, and Katharina. The situation, once desperate, now seemed to have turned into a game for him. His confidence was overwhelming, and his nonchalance was unsettling for the Vice-Generals.

"Is that really it?" Malachir snarled, his voice heavy with hatred yet tinged with confusion. He was torn between attacking and fleeing. "Do you truly believe you can defeat three of us?"

Vergil looked back at Malachir, disdain evident in his expression. "Defeat you? That would be a waste of time. We're done here."

Before Malachir could react, Vergil vanished from sight, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Belroth. A brilliant surge of cutting energy radiated from his hand, and even with his sharpened instincts, Belroth couldn't react in time.

In a swift, fluid motion, Vergil pierced through Belroth's energy barrier, tearing the space around him as if it were paper. The Vice-General screamed in agony as a glowing red scar materialized on his chest, causing him to stagger backward.

"You're next, death breath," Vergil taunted as Malachir readied his final venomous attack. Panic flooded Malachir's expression.

Tzeriel, meanwhile, watched in silence, her wings folding slightly. She realized that the scales had tipped completely. Vergil wasn't just a formidable opponent; he was someone who understood the dynamics of power in a way most beings in the underworld never would.

"Do you think being a Vice-General makes you immune, Malachir?" Vergil said, slowly turning to him. "I warned you... but you insisted."

Malachir unleashed his venomous attack, a pulsating wave of green energy, but Vergil dissipated it with a flick of his hand, as if wiping away a stain. Without giving him time for a second attempt, Vergil shot towards Malachir with such insane speed that the Vice-General couldn't comprehend what was happening until it was too late.

With a direct strike, Vergil plunged his hand into Malachir's chest, breaking through his defenses and shattering his power core. Malachir screamed in despair before being tossed aside like a rag doll, lifeless as he hit the ground.

"Well, two down," Vergil remarked, wiping his hands as if finishing a dirty job.

Tzeriel narrowed her eyes. She knew her only chance was to flee, but her pride and position as a Vice-General prevented her from surrendering so easily.

"Aren't you going to run?" Vergil asked, his voice almost gentle, laced with unwavering confidence. "You know you don't stand a chance against me, right?"

Tzeriel hesitated. Her wings fluttered, and in a last-ditch effort for self-preservation, she prepared to escape the dimension. The air around her crackled as she attempted to open a rift in space-time, desperately seeking an escape route. But just as she was about to make the final leap, something sliced through the air around her with deadly precision.

A web of energy, thin and sharp like blades of light, sprang from nowhere, forming an intricate spider's web. In the blink of an eye, the trap closed around Tzeriel, completely ensnaring her. Each thread radiated a destructive force that disintegrated her wings and then her body, piece by piece.

The transformation was so swift and brutal that in the end, nothing remained but scattered fragments — what had once been a powerful Vice-General had turned to nothing but dust and debris, like demonic sushi.

Vergil watched in silence, his expression calm and unperturbed, as the last of his enemies fell before him. "It's over."

"Well... that was cruel," Katharina commented with a playful laugh, watching Tzeriel's remnants dissipate into the air.

Vergil shrugged, slowly turning to her. "Cruel? I call it efficiency," he replied with a mischievous grin. "We can't afford to be kind to enemies who want to kill us, can we?"

Roxanne, still a bit breathless from the battle, shook her head. "You always make it look so easy... Not that I'm complaining."

"I only do what's necessary," Vergil replied casually. "Well, it's time to see the Mistress." With a gesture, a cut disintegrated the battle dimension.

As the battle dimension began to shatter into sparkling shards, the group was slowly pulled back into reality. The fragments of the magical battlefield vanished like shards of glass, revealing the normal world beyond the cracks.

Once the last pieces of the dimension broke apart, Vergil, Roxanne, Katharina, and Ada found themselves back in the field, standing on an old golf course where the fight had begun.

There, two women stood waiting...

"Took you long enough, huh?" one said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "You'll be punished for your delay." She smiled at Vergil, who let out a heavy sigh.

Vivianne, standing next to her, was sulking, clearly troubled by the situation. Her eyes had lost their color after being demoted from Spiritual Sorceress and Blacksmith to... a Maid.

Vergil looked at Sapphire and Vivianne with a satisfied smile. "Ah, you know how it is... Quick work, nothing too serious." He stretched his shoulders as if he had just completed something trivial, despite the intense battle only moments ago.

While Vergil and Sapphire were acting normally, a heavy sense of hostility filled the air, and it wasn't coming from the defeated Vice-Generals. Three pairs of eyes were fixed on Sapphire, all carrying a palpable murderous intent.

Then, suddenly, the intent shifted entirely to Vergil...

"You better have a good explanation, Vergil Kennedy," they spoke in unison...

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