My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Chapter 234: My first friend was a cute little dog



"Close enough, pigeon," Vergil muttered, his expression remaining unchanged as the fallen angel exploded in a wave of light and destruction. The last attempt at defiance had been consumed by the Demon King’s fury, reducing the enemy to nothing but luminous dust.

Without wasting any time, he turned to the other fallen angel. It took no effort. With a simple gesture, an invisible wave of demonic power swept through the air and, in an instant, the angel’s body was devastated. Her blood was violently drawn, forming a crimson sphere that floated in front of Vergil’s hand. The Bael clan’s ability to manipulate blood was absolute.

"Hm... that was harder than I thought." Vergil frowned, watching his own hand, as if something was wrong.

’Was he stronger? No... probably his energy density was higher than the others. That’s all. He pondered, before finally turning his attention to the two demons who were still standing there, shaking like leaves in the wind.

"Ah... what annoying guys..." Vergil sighed, bored, and then raised his eyes to them. "Didn’t I tell you to leave? Close this battle dimension."

The two demons almost ran over each other in their haste. They grabbed the cube that kept the dimension active, but in their haste almost dropped it. One of them managed to steady it in time and, with a dry snap, broke the artifact in half.

The surrounding reality distorted. As if a cracked mirror was being shattered from the inside, the battle dimension fell apart in a silent implosion, throwing Vergil back into the mortal world.

He landed softly in the air, hovering over the destroyed city below. The skies were still tinged with chaos, sirens echoed in the distance, and helicopters cut through the night with their searchlights.

"Okay, I’ve already destroyed one..." He muttered, his demonic eyes narrowing as they scanned the horizon. "Now we’re down to... twenty-three."

To an ordinary person, he seemed to be staring into nothingness. But the truth was different. His demonic eyes were picking up every point of concentration of negative energy in the city. He could see every dimensional fissure, every demonic presence hidden in overlapping layers of reality. Even if they tried to hide, even if they took refuge between the folds of space, nothing escaped his sight.

A sharp smile formed on his lips.

"Well... let’s get to work." Vergil snapped his fingers and disappeared, reappearing in the sky above a new point of dimensional distortion. He could smell the negative energy spreading like a plague. It was a rot invisible to humans, but to him, it was as evident as fresh blood in the air.

"Let’s see what we’ve got here..." He muttered, his demonic eyes adjusting.

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The battle dimension was unstable, flickering like a candle about to burn out. Every second, more cracks appeared around the alternate reality bubble. If it kept going, it would collapse of its own accord, mixing the debris with the mortal world.

Vergil wasn’t going to wait.

He descended like a bolt of black lightning, breaking through the dimensional barrier as if it were thin paper. The surrounding environment changed instantly. The dark, distorted purple sky covered an arena of floating ruins. Black rays cut through the sky, and the earth seemed to pulse like living flesh.

Down below, a massacre was underway.

Five fallen angels were facing off against three demons of the nobility. The battlefield was a painting of violence - bodies shredded, spells exploding, blades piercing flesh and blood dripping like rain.

Vergil landed in the middle of the conflict, his boots touching the cracked ground without a sound.

For a brief moment, nothing happened.

Then the fallen angels became aware of his presence.

"You’ve got to be kidding!" One of them snarled, anger evident in his voice. "Didn’t the boss tell you to stay away from a guy with white hair and red eyes?"

Another, with scorched black wings, pointed his spear at him. "Bloody Lucifer! You have nothing to do with this battle, get out!"

Vergil raised an eyebrow, his eyes moving to the three demons on the ground. They were badly wounded, but on seeing him, their reaction was instantaneous.

They dropped their weapons and fell to their knees.

"Demon King..." One of them stammered, his face pale with sheer terror.

The second didn’t even try to speak. He just bent over completely, pressing his forehead against the ground.

The third was shaking so badly that he looked as if he might faint at any moment.

Vergil sighed and massaged his temple. "Am I really that scary?" He asked to no one in particular.

The fallen angels wasted no time and attacked at the same time.

Vergil smiled. "Idiots."

With a wave of his hand, gravity itself betrayed the angels. They were dragged to the ground with crushing force, their bodies sinking into the earth as if they had been hit by tons of pressure. Bones cracked, wings were broken and cries of pain echoed across the battlefield.

Vergil slowly walked up to one of them, kneeling down to face him closely.

"You had your chance to run." He said in a cold whisper.

And then, without even touching the fallen angel, his head exploded.

The other two screamed, but Vergil had already moved. In the blink of an eye, he pierced one of them with his own spear, then brutally ripped it out. The last one tried to cast a spell, but Vergil just snapped his fingers.

The angel’s body was burned from the inside out.

In less than five seconds, everyone was dead.

He looked at the three demons still kneeling, who were trembling as if they were facing a vengeful god.

"You’re nobodies, right?" He asked.

They nodded frantically.

"Then you should know the answer to that..."

He pointed to the cube that held up the dimension.

The demons didn’t even hesitate. One of them grabbed the artifact and destroyed it, collapsing the dimension in a matter of moments.

Vergil reappeared again in the Los Angeles sky, observing the illuminated city below him.

"Two down..." He muttered, his eyes scanning the horizon. The other 22 dimensions still glowed like open wounds in his demonic vision.

His smile widened.

"Let’s keep going."

[After the 12th Dimension]

Vergil landed softly on top of a destroyed skyscraper, observing the chaos below.

Explosions, spells colliding, screams of despair and bodies crumbling into particles of energy. The scene was a spectacle of pure violence.

He flexed his fingers and cracked his neck.

"The last few were too easy... I hope this one amuses me a little more."

Without hesitation, he dived like a black meteor, shattering the ground on impact.

In less than a minute, it was all over.

[After the 15th Dimension]

Vergil wiped the golden blood of a fallen angel from his jacket as he walked across the now silent battlefield.

The surviving demons were still bent over, not daring to raise their heads.

"Good work," he said with a slight tone of boredom.

The demons almost fainted with relief.

He destroyed the dimension cube without even looking back, leaving the mortal world to swallow up the empty space.

[After the 20th Dimension]

Vergil was standing over a pile of corpses.

"That’s enough."

He snapped his fingers, and the rest of the remaining enemies simply crumbled into dust. Without haste, he destroyed the last cube and left the dimension. But as he emerged into the real world again, something caught his eye.

Vergil hovered in the sky, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the stark difference of this dimension.

It was huge. Much bigger than all the previous ones.

Inside it, dozens - perhaps hundreds - of werewolves were waging a brutal war against fallen angels and vampires.

The battle was a pandemonium of violence and destruction.

Claws tore through divine armor.

Sacred spears pierced hardened skins.

Blood flowed like crimson rivers under the light of a dark, artificial moon.

Vergil watched for a moment, his eyes shining with interest.

"Well... that finally got interesting." He disappeared, crossing the dimensional barrier and plunging straight into the heart of the conflict.

As soon as Vergil crossed the dimensional barrier, absolute silence overtook the battlefield.

It was as if time itself had hesitated.

Werewolves, fallen angels and vampires stopped fighting at the same moment, their instincts screaming a single warning in unison: absolute danger.

The smell of fresh blood and the heat of battle still hung in the air, but no one dared to move.

Vergil stood there, in the center of the war field, his boots softly touching the ground covered in corpses and ashes.

He scanned the surroundings with a lazy eye, analyzing the terrified faces around him.

"Good..." He muttered, running a hand through his hair, indifferent to the massacre that had unfolded before his arrival. "Does anyone want to explain to me what the fuck is going on here?"

No one answered.

The werewolves stood rigid, their bodies tense, as if they were deciding whether to fight or flee. But fight? Against him? It would be suicide.

The vampires, known for their arrogance, didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly. Their eyes were fixed on the ground, their fangs exposed in an involuntary reflex of submission.

The fallen angels were the only ones to show resistance. One of them, covered in scars and wearing broken armor, clutched the sacred spear in his hands and growled:

"Vergil... Demon King."

The mere mention of his title made some warriors take a step back.

Vergil tilted his head, a sharp smile appearing on his lips.

"Ah, so you know me."

The fallen angel spat on the ground, his gaze full of hatred.

"You bastard... why the hell are you here?!"

The werewolves immediately snarled at the fallen angel.

And that’s when Vergil realized something interesting.

The wolves weren’t afraid of him.

Not like the others.

They recognized him, of course, but they didn’t show the same absolute dread that the demons and vampires felt.

That meant only one thing.

Vergil smiled, slowly turning his face towards the largest of the werewolves - an imposing alpha, covered in scars, his yellow eyes blazing in defiance.

"You..." Vergil said, pointing directly at him. "Who is your leader?"

The one who looked like an alpha hesitated for a moment, then let out a heavy sigh and replied: "Our princess."

The silence that followed was thick with tension.

Vergil narrowed his eyes, analyzing the werewolf in front of him. Before he could say anything, a deafening howl broke through the air, a sound so deep and reverberating that it made the vampires and fallen angels instinctively take a few steps back.

But Vergil?

He remained motionless, completely unfazed.

His eyes turned to the source of the sound, and it was then that he saw it.

Atop the twisted wreckage, bathed in the spectral light of the battle dimension, stood an orange-furred she-wolf, her immense body-almost twice the size of the other werewolves-exuding pure presence.

The creature’s fierce gaze swept the field, and then it spoke, its voice laden with absolute command:

"Let’s go."

Instantly, all the werewolves bowed in submission and prepared to leave.

But before they could even turn around, Vergil moved.

Like a blur impossible to follow, he appeared in front of the huge she-wolf, his overwhelming presence making the air around him vibrate.

The werewolves froze. The vampires didn’t even dare to breathe. The fallen angels just watched, without the courage to intervene.

Vergil raised his face slightly, his penetrating gaze fixed on the golden eyes of the beast before him.

And then, with a sharp, dangerous smile, he muttered:

"And to think my first friend was a cute little dog..."

The she-wolf’s eyes narrowed, but Vergil wasn’t just looking at her.

He saw right through her.

His demonic eyes pierced through the barrier of flesh and fur, plunging straight into the essence that hid inside that monstrous form.

And there she was.

The real Alexa.

Her soul burned like wildfire, indomitable and intense, just as he remembered.

Vergil smiled, almost nostalgically.

"I found you."

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