My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Come on, you sluts! I want to know right now who the hell is messing with MY Excalibur!" Viviane roared, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and authority.

Vergil, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, couldn't help but smile as he watched the scene. "Damn, she's terrifyingly gorgeous like this," he thought, admiring Viviane's commanding presence as she stood before the two bound women.

Viviane continued to glare at the two with an intensity that could pierce through a mountain. Zex and Iridia, still dazed, seemed torn between answering her or fainting again.

"Hey, morons," Vergil called out, breaking the tense silence. Both women turned to him, clearly relieved for a brief respite from Viviane's wrath. He gestured toward Viviane in an almost instructional manner and began to explain:@@novelbin@@

"She's the Lady of the Lake. You know, Spirit of Water, Founder of Avalon, the smith who forged Excalibur. Capiche?" He said it in an overly simplified tone, as though speaking to a five-year-old.

"Huh?" Zex tilted her head to the side, utterly confused.

"V-V-V-Vivi-Viviane?!" Iridia, on the other hand, widened her eyes in sheer terror. Sweat began to bead on her forehead as her body trembled.

"That's right, you bitches. Now spill it! Who the hell gave you the authority to mess with MY WORK?!" Viviane shouted, shaking her fist menacingly.

"It wasn't us! It wasn't us!" Iridia blurted out, her voice shaking. "I-It was His Holiness! The Pope! He gave us the fragments, and, and… they were put into our swords! They just… transformed!" she finished, on the verge of tears.

Viviane narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms as she regarded them with disdain. "Oh, sure. Like I'm going to believe that pathetic excuse." She sighed heavily before pointing to Zex. "Master, cut off the blue-haired one's arm. Let's see if she lies better with one less hand."

"Darling, let's take it easy, alright?" Vergil interrupted, his voice oozing charm as he stepped closer to Viviane. "We can test this in a more… practical way." He summoned his demonic Yamato, the red glow of the blade illuminating the room.

Viviane shot him a glare, but whatever irritation she felt quickly gave way to something else when he smiled. "Damn that charming smile!" she screamed internally, feeling her cheeks grow slightly warm, though she kept her composure.

"Alright, let's go. Use the fragment you already have," Vergil said, extending the sword toward her.

Viviane huffed but couldn't resist his smile. "Tch. Fine." With a deft motion, she summoned one of the Excalibur fragments and held it alongside Yamato. With almost ritualistic precision, she fused the two. The blade emitted a brilliant glow, the fusion creating a devastating aura that sent chills down everyone's spines.

Suddenly, the room began to tremble, a vortex of energy forming around the sword as Vergil watched, intrigued. Yamato floated into the air, slipping gently from Viviane's hands as she stepped back, alarmed.

In the next moment, the transformation began. The energy surrounding the blade intensified, forming a whirlwind of golden light and deep shadows. The room was engulfed in a sensation of absolute power.

"Holy shit," Vergil muttered, his eyes fixed on the spectacle. He crossed his arms, admiring the show. As the glow finally subsided, his gaze fell on his new sword.

The grotesque demonic eyes that once adorned it were purified, now shining with a radiant golden light, almost divine. The living flesh that had encased the sheath had transformed into gleaming gold, as if sculpted by celestial hands. The blade, once marked with crimson streaks, now glistened like pure platinum, so polished it reflected the room like a mirror.

The sheath had also been transformed, showcasing an elegant blend of black and gold, adorned with intricate demonic anagrams that seemed to pulse with living energy.

Vergil stepped forward, extending his hand to grasp the sword, which now seemed to radiate majesty and raw power. He swung the blade through the air once, testing its perfect balance.

"Okay, I like this," he admitted with a satisfied smile, his eyes glinting with excitement. "This one's going to be fun."

Suddenly, the sword shone brilliantly, as if it had gained a will of its own. Without warning, it shot toward the two bound women, slicing through the air at incredible speed.

Zex and Iridia screamed in panic, but before they could even attempt to react, Vergil moved. With a single, fluid motion, he reached out, catching the blade mid-strike. The room fell silent, the impact reverberating like a muffled thunderclap.

"Well, someone's excited," Vergil remarked, an amused grin on his face as he felt the blade vibrating in his grip, as though protesting. Tilting his head slightly, he regarded the sword as if addressing a stubborn child.

"Did you forget who your master is?" he asked, his voice calm yet deadly as his demonic energy surged in a sudden burst. The air around him grew heavy, and the sword, which had been resisting his control, immediately froze in place. It was as if it had realized it was dealing with something far beyond its strength.

Vergil relaxed his stance, spinning the sword effortlessly in his hand before resting it on his shoulder. "Good girl," he said in a mocking tone, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at the still-bound and shocked women. "Now, where were we?"

"You... talked to the sword?" Zex asked, her wide eyes and slackened jaw betraying her disbelief at what she'd just witnessed.

Vergil shot her a look, raising an eyebrow with a faintly mocking expression. "Huh? Of course, I did," he replied, twirling the sword in the air like a toy before letting it rest on his shoulder again. "It's a spirit sword, forged directly from my soul. It's a living being, with its own will… and, occasionally, a bit of attitude."

"That's... insane," Zex muttered, her voice tinged with disbelief. Iridia, beside her, just shook her head, too shaken to form any coherent words.

"It's not insanity," Vergil continued, his tone adopting a hint of theatrical flair as he gestured toward the sword as though presenting a masterpiece. "It's pure genius. And frankly, you should feel honored to be in the presence of something so magnificent." He gave a self-satisfied grin. "I mean… the sword, of course. Not me. Although, let's be honest, I'm pretty impressive too."

Zex blinked a few times, trying to determine whether he was serious or just toying with her confusion. "You're absolutely… unbearable," she muttered.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before," Vergil replied nonchalantly, spinning the sword once more. "Now, back to the matter at hand. We still have some questions for you, and I suggest you answer quickly before my 'spirited' friend here decides to go for another round." He gave the sword a light tap, and it emitted a soft glow, almost as if responding to his words.