My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Your past will no longer have power over the future," he said as he focused his energy to heal them faster.

"Hm?" He questioned himself and turned, looking at... a kind of black orb of fire and shadow floating in the air, as if calling to him.

Vergil narrowed his eyes, feeling the dark and overwhelming presence emanating from the black orb. It was as if all the darkness and hatred that Ashborne had cultivated in his existence had now condensed into a single form, pulsating in the air with an almost tangible intensity.

"Is this... the core of his power?" Vergil murmured to himself, the Yamato in his hand vibrating slightly, as if reacting to the orb’s presence.

’How strange...’

The black sphere floated, surrounded by dark flames and intertwined shadows that seemed alive, like serpents trying to reach something—or someone. It pulsed, each beat resonating like an evil heart that refused to stop.

"No, it’s not just power," Vergil said, his gaze narrowing. "It’s hatred. Remnants of his soul, perhaps... or something worse."

As he moved closer, a voice echoed in the room. It was low, fragmented, but unmistakable.

"Do you think it’s over? Do you think you can just escape the shadow I created?"

Vergil stopped for a moment, recognizing Ashborne’s tone, but distorted, as if coming from a place far beyond. @@novelbin@@

"Whatever you are now," Vergil responded, his voice firm, "you’re nothing but an echo. And echoes have no power over me."

The orb reacted, increasing its intensity. The shadows began to stretch across the hall, covering the walls with tentacles of pure darkness. The floor cracked again, and a suffocating energy filled the space, as if reality itself was being corrupted by the presence of the orb.

Vergil raised the Yamato, the blade glowing with a light red hue that seemed to cut through the darkness around him.

"If you want to fight, come. But know this will be your final end."

The orb responded with a deep roar, a mix of hatred, desperation, and an unrelenting desire to survive. Then, it launched an attack—a black beam of energy that shot directly at Vergil.

With an elegant movement, Vergil parried the attack with the Yamato, deflecting it to the side. The explosion that followed destroyed what was left of one of the hall’s walls, revealing the night sky.

"You’re persistent, I admit," Vergil said, advancing. His aura grew with each step, a perfect contrast to the darkness, like a star that refused to be extinguished.

The orb, now enraged, began to expand, absorbing the energy around it and distorting space even further. Tentacles of shadow lashed toward Vergil, trying to ensnare him.

He moved with deadly precision, cutting each one before it could touch him. His strikes were quick, but also calculated, as if he were studying the core while advancing.

Finally, he stopped a few meters from the orb, raising the Yamato with both hands.

"It’s over," he said again, this time with a firmness that echoed through the hall. "Your existence ends here."

With a swift and decisive movement, he slashed the air toward the orb. The blade glowed intensely, releasing a wave of energy that seemed to split space itself.

The orb roared in agony, its form crumbling as Vergil’s light consumed it. Screams of hatred and despair echoed through the hall as if thousands of people were being killed, until finally, everything fell silent.

When the light dissipated, the orb had vanished. There were no more traces of Ashborne or his energy. Only a peaceful emptiness filled the destroyed hall.

Vergil lowered the Yamato again, looking at the sky through the destroyed wall. He sighed, his gaze relaxing as the stars shone above.

"An appropriate end for someone who only knew destruction... how ironic," Vergil murmured, his tone laden with sarcasm as he turned to face Roxanne and Stella.

Walking toward the two women, he kneeled, dispelling the protective barrier. The energy dissipated in a soft glow, revealing their bodies completely restored, with no injuries or marks to remind of the confrontation. However...

"Shit..." Vergil muttered, quickly averting his gaze as he noticed Stella partially undressed. His face remained impassive, but a slight sigh of exasperation escaped. "Why does this exhibitionist insist on wearing lingerie, even when fighting?" He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts aside as he bent down to lift her by the waist. Continue reading on NovelBin.Côm

With unsettling ease, he threw Stella over his right shoulder, as if she were a light burden, and murmured to himself, "At least she didn’t die. But what a sight."

Turning to Roxanne, he noticed how peaceful she looked in her sleep, unaware of the chaos that had occurred moments before. He carefully picked her up, laying her across his left shoulder like a delicate doll, her body completely relaxed in his arms.

"You really know how to give me trouble," he murmured, his voice a mix of exhaustion and affection.

Vergil took one last look around the destroyed hall, the echoes of Ashborne’s memories and cruelty now reduced to nothing. He sighed, adjusting the two women on his shoulders as he began to walk out of the ruins.

"Let’s go home... enough tragedy for one night," Vergil murmured, his voice faintly echoing through the ruins as he traced a magic circle on the ground with a simple wave of his hand. In an instant, the intense glow surrounded him, transporting him directly to...

"IDIOT!!!"

Vergil barely had time to react when Sapphire’s furious shout echoed, and she appeared in front of him like a lightning bolt, hands on her hips and her eyes sparking with irritation.

"Eh?!" He raised an eyebrow, confused by the abrupt reception.

"Are you okay?!" Sapphire shot, her tone a mix of worry and anger as her eyes quickly scanned Vergil. "And why are you carrying them like that?!"

Vergil sighed, clearly exhausted but maintaining his composure. "Yes, I’m perfectly fine, thanks for asking." He adjusted Roxanne on his shoulder, casting a quick glance at Stella on the other. "I killed that bastard, saved the endangered princesses, and, as usual, came back in one piece. Now, can you stop yelling? I’m tired."

Sapphire blinked, processing his words, before gasping in disbelief. "You... killed Ashborne?"

"Yes," Vergil replied naturally, as if it were just another normal day. He raised his palm, revealing the orb of power wrapped in black flames and dark energy floating above it. "He’s dead. Only this is left."

Sapphire’s eyes fixed on the orb, her interest evident. "Hm? Interesting..." she murmured, stepping closer to examine it. For a moment, a gleam of understanding passed through her eyes.

"Ah, now I get it," Sapphire said, her tone full of meaning as she crossed her arms, alternating her gaze between the orb and Vergil.