My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"I will go after all the Excalibur Fragments. I don't want anyone interfering," Vergil said, his voice deep and cold as he held Viviane in his arms, who was peacefully sleeping, unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded. He carried her with an imposing posture, showing no weakness, while Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne followed him, unsuccessfully trying to get his attention.

"Wait, you can't—" Katharina tried to protest, but was interrupted by a tone that cut like a blade.

"I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm just announcing what I will do." The coldness in his voice was indescribable. He was no longer negotiating. This was no longer a matter of choice.

It was the first time Vergil's expression was so dark. A heavy, silent weight hovered around him, and the three women could barely comprehend the depth of the anger radiating from him. Something was deeply altered within him, a dense energy that they had never witnessed before.

"From now on, you are prohibited from going to the Human World." His words resonated like a final sentence. The tone left no room for contestation. "This is an order."

The three of them felt the weight of his words, and the master-servant contract pulsed between them with unexpected force, making Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne tremble. Vergil's authority was overwhelming, more intense than any of them could have imagined.

Without another word, Vergil gently placed Viviane on the bed in his room, covering her with a care that contrasted with the intensity of his earlier words. He looked at her for a brief moment before turning, completely ignoring the women still present.

His silhouette faded, the sound of his footsteps echoing like an omen, while they remained paralyzed, unable to follow, question, or fully understand the fury he carried. Only the emptiness and tension in the air filled the space between them.

"You won't." Sapphire said, her voice firm as she watched Vergil enter the living room of the mansion. Her eyes glowed with unmistakable intensity.

"Let's see you stop me." Vergil responded with a threatening calmness, his eyes glinting like sharp blades, ready to cut through any obstacle.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Suddenly, Sapphire disappeared from Vergil's sight, reappearing instantly in front of him with a speed so fast it almost seemed impossible.

"You... won't." Her words were low but filled with relentless authority, as her emerald eyes slowly turned into a deep red, reflecting a supernatural intensity.

Experience more content on empire

"Leave." Vergil ordered, his voice cold and precise, but he couldn't help an instinctive movement: he leapt back with speed, evading the imminent proximity.

"You're still too slow to avoid me~" Sapphire said with a cruel smile, appearing behind him in the blink of an eye. She struck with deadly precision, her hand moving toward Vergil's neck, but a block of blood materialized, interrupting her movement before she could touch him. Vergil's protection, like an invisible shield, defended him from her blow.

Without wasting any time, Vergil quickly enveloped his body in cutting winds, and with a single agile move, he kicked Sapphire toward her face. The impact was so swift and unexpected it could have cleaved any other person in half.

But as the battle unfolded, what stood out most was Vergil's expression. His face was impassive, not a single trace of smile or satisfaction. It was a look of pure concentration and coldness, something none of the women around him had ever seen before. There was no joy in the fight, only the immense seriousness of someone who, for the first time, was completely focused on a single goal: to win.

"Oh? You have good instincts, I like that~" Sapphire said, her voice laden with a challenging and admiring tone. With a quick and precise movement, she grabbed Vergil's leg, interrupting his offensive.

The winds surrounding him dissipated instantly, as though an invisible force had drained his energy. The cutting blade of air was hurled around, hitting the floor with a crash. The sound of the cuts echoed through every corner of the room, a rain of stone and concrete fragments falling around them.

The force of the impact was so strong that it created a considerable hole in the wall behind Sapphire, leaving a clear trace of Vergil's colossal power. The strength of his attack not only shook the environment but also demonstrated the immense force he had invested in every move, a power that, for a brief moment, seemed unbeatable.

"But it's still not enough." Sapphire murmured, her voice now tinged with confident defiance. With a swift movement, she increased her strength, tightening her grip on Vergil's leg with even more ferocity. Her fingers dug in like claws, and with a powerful yank, she drew him toward her, attempting to strip him of any advantage he might have had.

Vergil gritted his teeth, the pain of his foot being crushed by Sapphire's grip almost making him lose his composure. He fought against the urge to react, maintaining his calm at all costs. With a quick move, he formed a blood shield around his stomach, but to his surprise, Sapphire easily pierced through the barrier. Her punch hit his abdomen with brutal force.

"Cough!" The pain was sharp, and Vergil felt pressure in his throat. Realizing his consciousness was fading, he quickly bit his tongue, forcing himself to stay alert. The pain from the bite brought clarity to his mind, and with a surge of determination, he kicked the ground forcefully, quickly distancing himself from Sapphire.

"Hahahaha..." Sapphire let out a wild laugh, watching Vergil's reaction with a gleam of amusement in her eyes. She was clearly enjoying the challenge. With a mischievous smile, she released Vergil's leg, allowing him to move away.

"Mother..." Katharina murmured, concern evident in her voice, but before she could say more, Sapphire raised her hand in a firm "stop" gesture, and with a bloodied, sinister grin, fixed her gaze on Vergil.

"Keep this up, and next time, I'll really kill you." Her words were laden with threat, but there was something more behind that smile—a flicker of growing rage. Her eyes, once calm, now trembled with the intensity of the fury starting to take hold of her. "Come to your senses, quickly," she said, her voice forcing control that was on the verge of breaking. Despite her relaxed appearance, Sapphire's patience was rapidly running out, and the tension in the air was palpable.

"Let me go already," Vergil said, his voice filled with frustration, as his body healed at a supernatural speed, bones and muscles regenerating at a pace impossible to follow.

"Only when you come to your senses, you idiot," Sapphire replied, her voice firm, but tinged with exasperation.

"I'm walking out that door, and you won't stop me," Vergil declared with conviction, focusing all his energy on the wind element. He channeled a massive wave of negative energy, forcing his body to transform into pure air, a blur of absolute speed, determined to escape by any means.

But, in the next moment, an unmistakable voice sounded at the door, stopping him in his tracks.

"She's right. You won't be leaving."

Vergil froze. At the door stood the one person he would never dare to challenge. His dear mother.