My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Honestly... could you lower that aura?" Alexa said as her body began to retract, the fur disappearing and giving way to her human form. Her voice was firm but carried a tone of exasperation. "You’re scaring my comrades."

Vergil watched as she completed the transformation, his eyes analyzing every detail.

Her hair was slightly longer than he remembered from their university days, now reaching the middle of her back, but the green tips still contrasted with the vibrant orange hue.

And as for her body... well, Alexa had always had an athletic build, but now she exuded even more strength and confidence. Every movement she made carried absolute dominance, as if she were the very personification of lupine royalty.

Alexa smiled. "It’s good to see you."

Vergil kept his gaze on her for a few seconds before finally responding with a small smile.

"I’d say the same under different circumstances... but yeah, it’s good to see you."

The tension in the air eased slightly but didn’t disappear completely.

That was when one of the werewolves in the back, unable to hold his tongue, muttered:

"Hey... isn’t there a vibe going on?"

Another one quickly elbowed him, sweating bullets.

"If the boss hears that..."

Vergil simply raised an eyebrow, while Alexa shot a sharp look at the two, making them shrink back immediately.

"Idiots," she muttered before turning back to Vergil, crossing her arms. "Now tell me... what the hell are you doing here, Demon King?"

Vergil sighed. "I came to retrieve the Excalibur fragment that everyone here seems to want so badly."

Alexa opened her mouth, about to reply with her usual teasing smile, but before she could say a word, a spear of holy magic cut through the air at absurd speed, heading straight for her head.

Time seemed to slow down.

Before anyone could react, Vergil had already moved.

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With one hand still casually in his pocket, he raised the other behind him, without even turning, and caught the spear in mid-air as if he were catching a ball tossed absentmindedly.

The impact made his fingers tremble slightly, but he kept his grip firm. The sacred energy crackled around his hand, trying to burn him, but it was useless.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

The werewolves were paralyzed. The vampires hesitated. Even the fallen angels, who usually reveled in their arrogance, swallowed hard.

Alexa blinked, processing what had just happened.

Vergil slowly twirled the spear between his fingers, examining it as if it were nothing more than a mere toy, while his hand continued to burn and regenerate—after all, he was still a demon, and holy light could still harm him.

Then, without warning, he crushed it with a casual squeeze. The sacred artifact shattered into particles of light, vanishing into the air.

"That was a close one, huh?" He finally looked at Alexa with a crooked smile. "If I hadn’t been here, you would’ve lost your head. Literally."

Alexa frowned, crossing her arms. "I would’ve dodged or caught it." She said, a little flustered. "I’m not the little girl I pretend to be." She pouted.

Vergil let out a short laugh. "Ah, of course. Always so full of confidence... Reminds me why I never hit on you."

Then, he turned toward the spot where the spear had come from. His eyes glowed a deep crimson, his smile fading.

"Now... who was the bastard that threw that?" he asked, smiling as he saw several shaken gazes. "Very well, if no one threw it, then everyone did."

He clapped his hands together.

"Mass Genocide," he declared with a grin.

The seconds that followed were pure terror.

The vampires instinctively stepped back. The fallen angels hardened their expressions, preparing for the worst. Even the werewolves—normally fierce and fearless—trembled as they felt the suffocating pressure emanating from Vergil.

Alexa sighed, massaging her temples. "Damn it... Here we go again."

Vergil snapped his fingers.

The air around him seemed to bend, as if the very dimension was reacting to his command.

BOOM!

A wave of pure demonic energy erupted from the ground, spreading like a tide of destruction. The impact sent bodies flying, shattered structures, cracked the earth, and erased any resistance before a single scream could escape.

Vampires were instantly incinerated, their ashes scattering into the wind.

The fallen angels tried to raise barriers of light, but their defenses were torn apart like paper, their bodies shredded by the overwhelming pressure.

The werewolves—except for Alexa and a few of her closest subordinates—were flung away, unable to withstand the sheer weight of Vergil’s power.

The battlefield, once filled with violence and screams, was now drowned in a morbid silence.

Vergil lowered his hands, satisfied, observing the remnants of the destruction he had just caused. The absolute silence was broken only by the sound of bodies regenerating and the ragged breathing of those who still had air left in their lungs.

"Well, now that we’ve established who’s in charge here..." he murmured, turning his gaze to a specific spot on the battlefield. His sharp eyes locked onto the vampires scattered across the ground, some still struggling to regenerate their burned or shredded bodies.

"You vampires... don’t pretend you’re dead," Vergil said, his voice dripping with boredom. "I know you can regenerate. Come on, get up."

There was a brief hesitation, but soon the shattered bodies began to reassemble. Flesh reconnected, bones snapped back into place, and within seconds, the vampires were standing again, too terrified to utter a word.

Vergil let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "Good."

Then, he slowly turned to a group of fallen angels sprawled across the ground, their wings wounded and covered in dark blood. But instead of addressing all of them, he focused his attention on a specific spot within the crowd.

"Enough pretending. I already saw you." His voice was firm, laced with irritation and boredom. "Come out already, you piece of shit."

For a few seconds, no one moved.

Then, a taller angel emerged from the shadows of the wreckage. His four wings were damaged but still glowed with a faint aura of power. His golden eyes locked onto Vergil with pure hostility, but there was something else beneath it… Fear.

Vergil grinned. "Ah, so… how about introducing yourself and telling me why I should let you live?"

The fallen angel remained silent for a brief moment, his golden eyes scanning Vergil with an unreadable expression.

Then, without warning, his face twisted in pure fury, and in the blink of an eye, he lunged forward.

The air around them exploded with an absurd force, cracks spreading across the ground beneath his feet, his speed so overwhelming that even the werewolves and vampires barely managed to track his movement.

Vergil raised an eyebrow, surprised, as a blade of condensed holy light—sharp as reality itself bending—came straight for his neck.

He tilted his head to the side at the last second, dodging with absolute precision, but before he could react, the angel was already behind him, slashing with another blade that seemed to materialize out of thin air.

Vergil blocked it with a single finger, the impact resonating through the space around them, creating a devastating shockwave.

His eyes narrowed.

This guy… wasn’t a normal fallen angel.

Vergil didn’t need much to tell the difference between a strong opponent and an absurd one. And this angel…

He didn’t just have power.

He had murderous instincts refined to the extreme.

"Interesting," Vergil murmured, twisting his body to counterattack.

But for the first time in a long while… someone dodged.

And countered.

"This is going to be fun." Vergil finally smiled for real.

The fallen angel surged forward again, his four wings glowing intensely as his body moved like a blur of pure destruction. Vergil wasted no time—he raised his hand, ready to strike back, but the angel was already upon him, his blade of holy light cutting through the air with lethal precision.

Vergil blocked with his forearm, and the impact was so violent that cracks spread through the space around them, distorting the very battlefield. But before he could fully react, the angel twisted his body and delivered a kick coated in sacred energy straight to his torso.

Vergil was sent flying backward, his trajectory obliterating several remnants of the war-torn battlefield. His body ricocheted against the ground with enough force to carve out a massive crater.

The werewolves and vampires could only watch in utter shock.

Alexa furrowed her brows.

"He… actually hit Vergil?"

Vergil slowly rose to his feet, dusting off his black coat. His chest still smoldered with traces of the holy energy that had tried to corrode his demonic flesh.

He looked at the fallen angel, who was now hovering in the sky with a cold and determined expression.

The Demon King ran his tongue across his lips.

"So you’re not just any idiot..."

The angel didn’t respond. Instead, he raised both hands, and a colossal spear of pure light began to form. The pressure around them increased drastically, making the lower beings feel as if they were about to be crushed by the very air itself.

Vergil smiled.

"Oh, is that how it is? Alright... let me show you something too."

He raised one of his hands, and instantly, the space around him distorted. Shadows gathered, swirling around him like a vortex of pure darkness. The ground trembled, the atmosphere became heavy, and reality itself seemed on the verge of breaking.

The angel’s spear finally formed, emitting a divine and destructive glow.

"Disappear, demon." The angel said, throwing the spear with overwhelming force.

Vergil merely smiled and snapped his fingers.

The darkness around him exploded forward, and a pillar of black energy surged like a hungry dragon, colliding with the light spear. The impact created a shockwave so intense that everyone around was thrown backward, even those hundreds of meters away.

Light and darkness battled for supremacy in the middle of the battlefield’s dimension, but then, in an instant, Vergil appeared behind the fallen angel.

"You’re fast..." He murmured, "But I’m much, much faster."

Before the angel could react, Vergil’s fist sank into his stomach. The impact broke bones and made the angel cough up golden blood, his body hurled like a projectile through the dimension.

Vergil didn’t give him any time to recover.

He moved in the blink of an eye, appearing above the angel before he could stabilize his flight.

"Let’s see how resilient you are."

He interlaced his fingers and descended with a crushing blow.

The fallen angel was slammed into the ground with enough force to create a kilometer-wide crater. The impact shook the entire dimension.

But Vergil didn’t stop there.

He landed immediately afterward and stepped onto the angel’s chest, forcing him even further into the ground.

"Now... you’re going to tell me who the hell you are."