My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The tension in the air thickened, and Vergil observed the two women with an indifferent gaze, as if the situation were merely a distraction to him.

His aura, always controlled and unshakable, began to shift. He was no longer just calm; he started emanating a massive, dominating presence, making the energy around them almost palpable.

'How do these people know we have one of the fragments?' Vergil wondered but remained resolute.

"Hand over the Excalibur Fragment?" Vergil repeated with a mocking smile, his voice soft yet laced with an imminent threat.

He took a step forward, his red eyes glowing with a fierce intensity, and his aura began to press down on the space around them. "You know, I really don't like being pressured, especially when I don't have any of it."

Roxanne stood quietly beside him, watching what was about to unfold with a mixture of apprehension and fascination. She had never seen him like this, so close to unleashing his true power. Vergil's presence, as always, was domineering, but now, he was about to show just how dangerous he could be.

'He's strong enough... I think I'll just observe.' She shrugged, letting him handle the situation.

The blonde woman, with her sword aimed at Vergil, seemed confident in her authority, but Vergil's defiant gaze didn't faze her. She loosened her grip on the sword slightly, but her tone didn't waver. "Don't underestimate the power of the Holy Church, Lucifer."

Vergil let out a low, almost contemptuous laugh and raised a hand, his demonic aura intensifying. "I don't underestimate anyone, dear. I just enjoy it when they make the mistake of opposing me." He took another step, getting closer to the women, his eyes gleaming with malice. "And the fun is about to begin." Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

The atmosphere around them began to warp. Shadows writhed, as if reality itself was being bent by Vergil's power. He was no longer fully in control of his impulses, and his voice sounded like a growl: "I don't have any of that, but if you want the Excalibur Fragment? Then come and get your answers."

The blonde woman hesitated for a moment before moving with superhuman speed, launching herself at Vergil with her sword raised. But before she could strike, Vergil moved with lethal precision, his overwhelming aura forcing her to retreat with a simple gesture of his hand.

"This is the best you've got?" Vergil mocked, a look of disdain still plastered on his face. "Seriously, I can't wait to see what else the Holy Church has to offer."

Roxanne watched in silence, feeling a rising adrenaline as the situation unfolded. She knew Vergil was enjoying himself, but she also knew he wouldn't hesitate to use his full strength if necessary. The two women might be powerful, but Vergil was unbeatable when he was determined.@@novelbin@@

"Do you still want to fight?" Vergil asked softly, his tone growing icy. "Or would you rather give up and enjoy the night with my wife as planned?"

The woman with blue hair, noticing that her companion couldn't reach Vergil with the sword, moved quickly behind him, her steps silent like a predator about to strike. Her blade gleamed in the light, ready to deliver a brutal and unexpected blow.

But Vergil didn't seem concerned at all. With agility that bordered on perfection, he sensed the change in pressure around him, and without even turning, he raised his right hand. In a fluid, almost lazy motion, he grabbed the blade with frightening ease, stopping the attack mid-air.

The metallic sound of the blade clashing against Vergil's hand was muffled by the dense aura of power radiating from him. The blue-haired woman stared in shock, her eyes wide, as she saw her sword held fast by Vergil's strength without him even moving an inch.

"Pathetic." Vergil said, his voice low and heavy with lethal coldness. His red eyes gleamed with malevolence as he tightened his grip on the blade, forcing it to bend. The woman tried to pull the sword free, but Vergil simply squeezed harder, making her writhe in pain as she struggled to resist.

"Did you really think you could surprise me like this?" Vergil continued, his smile becoming more cruel and intimidating. The force he exerted on the blade was overwhelming, and she no longer had control over the attack.

Roxanne, watching in silence, felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew Vergil wasn't just defending himself, but also mocking their attempt to attack him, as if he had all the time in the world to play with his opponents. The tension in the air was palpable, and Roxanne knew the confrontation was about to reach a decisive point.

With a swift motion, Vergil tossed the blue-haired woman's sword to the ground, his strength causing it to crash against the ground in an explosion of dust and debris. He slowly turned to face the woman, his penetrating, disdainful gaze reflecting all the power he possessed. "Now, tell me... do you really want to continue this?"

The blue-haired woman, feeling the crushing pressure of Vergil, faltered for a moment, her body tense like a rope about to snap. Her eyes, once confident, were now filled with uncertainty. 'It's no use…' she thought, feeling the difference in power between them.

She exchanged a quick glance with her companion, and the message was clear: the fight was about to change direction. The other woman, the blonde, instantly understood what needed to be done. With a swift movement, she stepped back and, with a dramatic gesture, raised her sword to the sky, invoking her power.

"Ex-calibur, Release!" she exclaimed, and the blade began to glow intensely, its form shifting as it expanded. The sword stretched, becoming an enormous and imposing blade, the holy energy around it intensifying, creating an aura that seemed to challenge the very space around them.

At the same time, the blue-haired woman performed a backflip, executing a swift and brutal strike with contained fury. She used the opening left by the invocation of the sword to try and strike Vergil, her eyes radiating determination.

"Ex-calibur, Release!" she repeated, and her blade became enveloped in a more intense holy aura, its form becoming thinner, almost like a blade of pure energy, an immortal cut ready to tear through anything it touched.

Vergil, however, didn't move. His expression was impassive, and the look he gave the two women was one of pure contempt. He knew they were about to unleash the full power of Ex-calibur, but he also knew it wouldn't be enough to stop the storm he was about to unleash.

"Interesting..." Vergil murmured, his smile soft but threatening, as his red eyes glowed with an increasing intensity, as if something sinister were about to awaken. "But this... is just another toy, isn't it?"

The atmosphere around them seemed to distort as Vergil extended his hand, summoning a sword with a calm gesture, but one filled with power. "Yamato," he said, his voice low and full of authority.

The blade appeared in his hand, but it wasn't the Yamato everyone knew. This sword was something even more disturbing. The sheath seemed alive, pulsating with grotesque energy, with flesh contorting and eyes moving, as if they were watching destiny itself. The blade, though clean, was stained with a deep red, as if it had been bathed in ancient blood. The gleam of the blade, coupled with the dull sound of the flesh creaking around the sheath, created a sense of terror and fascination.

"Come, little girls," he beckoned with a smile.