My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"How long are you going to stare at me like that?" Vergil asked, watching Stella still lying on his body, staring at him with an indecipherable expression.

"Leave me alone," she muttered, without looking away. But there was no irritation in her voice - just a strange serenity. As if he were a fascinating landscape, something that filled her eyes and soul with peace.

Vergil let out a low laugh and slid his fingers through the Candy Demon Queen's soft hair.

"Fufufu, I think I'll go and buy some treats later."

Before Stella could reply, the bedroom door slowly opened. A female figure wearing a maid's uniform stood on the threshold. Even though he didn't need to see her face clearly, Vergil recognized her immediately by the golden shade of her hair.

"Hi, Novah," he greeted, with a carefree smile.

The maid, however, seemed far from sharing the same lightness. Her eyes landed on Stella with an expression that Vergil didn't fail to notice. Jealous? Annoyed? She herself perhaps couldn't tell.

"Master... you have two guests waiting in the living room in the human world," Novah informed her, bowing slightly. "They wish to speak with you now, if possible."

Vergil blinked. Something sounded... strange.

"Master?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a mischievous smile. "I don't remember being your master."

Novah's reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened slightly, and a subtle blush tinged her cheeks.

"Eh...?!" She looked genuinely shocked, as if only now realizing what she had just said.

'What the hell was that? Novah screamed internally. 'I... I called you master?! Was that automatic?!

Vergil just stared at her, his expression playful but at the same time charged with a dominant aura that made Novah feel something she couldn't yet define.

Before she could formulate an excuse, he simply disappeared from where he was and appeared right in front of her.

Novah felt her heart leap in her chest when Vergil raised his hand... and patted her head lightly. His fingers slid through her golden strands, playing with them almost casually, but... it made her whole body react.

"Thanks for letting me know," he murmured with a soft smile, walking past her without waiting for a reply.

Novah remained still, feeling the warmth of his touch on her hair.

Her heart was pounding.

Ridiculously strong.

And for some reason, she couldn't find any reason to get angry about it.

It was as if... it was natural.

Well, Vergil just followed...

The space around him distorted for an instant, and in the blink of an eye, Vergil was already somewhere else. The air of the demon world gave way to the familiar surroundings of Scarlet's mansion in the human world.

His eyes quickly adjusted to the new scenery, and he didn't need more than a few seconds to realize that he wasn't alone.

In the main room, standing before him, were two figures he hadn't seen for some time - and who, frankly, he hoped would take longer to appear again.

Zex and Iridia.

But something was wrong.

The slight provocation that usually accompanied his words died before they were even spoken. Vergil narrowed his eyes, analyzing them carefully.

Zex was standing, but her normally imposing posture looked frail. Her face was partially covered by the shadows of her short bangs, but what she could see was enough to understand her situation. Her entire body was soaked and dirty, the smell of sweat and blood permeating her skin. Deep cuts and dark bruises marred her arms, as if she had been through a hellish battle.

Iridia was in no better condition. Her orange hair, once vibrant, was now heavy, drenched and darkened by dirt and dried blood. Strands dripped silently onto the floor, leaving dark marks on the mansion's expensive carpets. Her skin, always radiant, looked too pale, almost ghostly. The make-up around her eyes had melted and run down her face, forming black trails that looked like tears.

Vergil opened his mouth to make some sarcastic comment, but the words just wouldn't come.

He knew these two very well. They were women who would never allow themselves to be seen in this state, unless they had been pushed to the limit.

They were broken.

The air in the room seemed to become heavier.

Vergil exhaled slowly, crossing his arms, his sharp eyes analyzing every detail before he spoke, his voice taking on a denser, more understanding tone.

"Apparently, they went after what they shouldn't have."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

And from the way Zex and Iridia reacted-or rather, didn't react-he knew he was right.

Silence overtook the room.

The only sound was the slow trickle of water running off his soaked clothes, dripping rhythmically onto the marble floor, forming small puddles that spread under his feet.

Vergil stepped forward, studying their expressions carefully. It didn't take much to understand. Whatever they had seen, whatever they had experienced... it had been too much.

Zex tried to straighten her posture, but her body trembled almost imperceptibly.

"We went to the sites." Her voice was firm, but lifeless. Just an empty attempt to keep her composure. "We searched twenty orphanages spread across California... all run by the Inquisition."

She lowered her gaze, observing the puddle of water mixed with dirt and blood forming at her feet.

Iridia swallowed and continued, her voice scratchy with exhaustion and something deeper.

"We found what you wanted us to see."

Zex closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to erase the images engraved in his mind. But they wouldn't go away.

"We went... to the source." His breathing was irregular.

Iridia nodded, her fingers digging into her skin.

"We thought it was too much..." Iridia began, trying to keep her composure. "Or a lie..."

"But then..." Zex said

A tremor ran through both of their bodies.

"We've found the cellars." The air in the room became heavy, suffocating.

"Torture rooms." Zex said

"Physical enhancement machines... but not to strengthen... to test the limits."

"Deteriorating potions, filling the air with a rotten stench."

"And bodies..."

Silence.

Vergil's gaze turned cold. But he said nothing. He just waited.

"Lots of bodies." Zex's voice shook.

"Children."

A painful pause.

"Five to thirteen years old... with signs of..."

Iridia covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking. The details were etched in her mind like burning fire

Iridia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her pale skin as she tried to hold back the tremors running through her body. But it was no use. The scene played over and over in her head, the silent screams of the victims echoing in the darkest corners of her mind.

"Raped." The word came out in a whisper, as if he was afraid to say it out loud.

"Mutilated." Zex continued, his voice choked.

"Destroyed."

Vergil remained motionless.

But something in the air changed.

The temperature dropped. A thick, suffocating chill spread through the room, and even the flames in the fireplace flickered as if they feared something.

"Lives... snatched away... for no reason."

Iridia bit her lower lip until she tasted blood.

"So many bodies..."

"So much blood..."

Zex's eyes were glazed over, lost in something no one else could see. [

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She didn't finish the sentence.

She didn't need to.

The silence that followed was overwhelming.

Vergil closed his eyes for a moment.

He took a deep breath.

And when he opened them again, his eyes were empty.

Empty like the abyss. Empty like death.

He felt no anger.

He felt no hatred.

He just understood.

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People used to think that rage came with screams and explosions, with destruction and immediate chaos. But they were wrong.

True rage was silent. It was cold.

It was the calm before the storm.

Vergil didn't answer immediately. He just stood there, absorbing every word.

His body relaxed. His eyes cold. His smile... slowly forming.

"So... Have they run yet?"

He laughed.

Low.

Dark.

And in that instant, Zex and Iridia felt something they hadn't felt even in the basements of those orphanages.

Vergil wasn't just angry.

He was... breaking down.

His laughter was like an echo of death itself, creeping through the room and squeezing the lungs of the two women with an invisible force. The air became heavy, suffocating, as if every breath was being forcibly taken away.

Zex tried to keep his composure, tried to ignore the cold sweat running down the back of his neck. But his knees were shaking. His body wouldn't obey her.

Iridia was in no better situation. Her heart was racing, beating so hard that she could feel it pounding in her skull. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. It was as if her throat was stuck.

Vergil didn't know exactly what Morgana had given them.

He didn't even know the exact places they had visited.

But he had a code.

One that had never been broken.

One that had never been spoken aloud.

Never... under any circumstances... involve children in your evil business.

It was a principle he had learned, a boundary he would never cross. And now, that boundary had not only been crossed - it had been trampled underfoot.

Those responsible weren't just monsters.

They were the worst kind of monsters.

Not mere humans committing atrocities, but men who considered themselves saints. Creatures who dared to say they served God, when in fact they were nothing more than filthy parasites hiding behind dogma.

Vergil's power grew.

The whole room began to shake.

The marble beneath their feet cracked with sinister pops, the windows vibrated as if they might shatter at any moment. The fireplace, which had once illuminated the room with a warm, comforting glow, now burned a sinister shade of spectral blue.

This was no simple display of power.

It was pure hatred.

The ground disappeared beneath Zex and Iridia's feet.

For a brief moment, they both felt as if they were going to be crushed by an invisible force. The weight of the universe itself seemed to have folded in on them. The air became so cold that every breath burned their lungs.

And then the fear reached its limit.

Zex tried to step back, but his legs gave way.

Iridia felt a shiver run up her spine. Her body was frozen, her hands were shaking uncontrollably. The panic was so intense, so absolute, that she didn't even notice when a damp heat spread between her legs.

The sound was almost imperceptible. A light drip on the marble floor.

The drops fell to the marble below them, mixing with the water and sweat already dripping from their bodies. Their bodies had reacted before their minds could even process it.

But for them...

It was deafening.

Hot moisture ran down their legs, soaking their already drenched clothes.

Zex's eyes widened, shock and humiliation mixing with the absolute terror that ran through every cell of his body.

Iridia tried to move, but her legs were shaking so badly that she could barely stand.

It was instinctive. Primal.

Their bodies recognized what their minds refused to accept.

In front of them...

There wasn't a man.

There was a predator.

Vergil sighed, tilting his head slightly to the side, as if he was finally deciding what to do.

"Interesting." That's all he said without even looking at them... But in that instant, they knew.

They had... woken up a real demon...

They didn't have the strength to speak, they couldn't even understand what was happening to him, in a single step... Vergil disappeared in a flash of speed...

They fell to the ground, unconscious.

If only they knew what they had caused... or rather... if only they could warn someone about the Incident that was about to happen...