My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Aisha charged like a lightning bolt, her spear spinning rapidly in her hand as it tore through the air toward Vergil. Her golden eyes gleamed with wild fury, her black wings pulsing with uncontrollable energy. The impact of her strike caused the rooftop to tremble, cracks spreading across the marble floor like spider webs.

Vergil dodged at the last second, moving with an almost supernatural grace, Yamato leaving a trail of light as he blocked the spear's blade. The shock of the collision rang out like thunder, and both were knocked back by the force of the clash.

"You're completely insane," Vergil commented, his cold red eyes assessing every move Aisha made. "Or maybe just really stupid. Attacking someone who just got here and doesn't even know what's going on? Is this part of a plan, or just a bad day?"

"Shut up, demon!" Aisha snarled, her voice dripping with contempt. She raised her spear, now glowing with a golden and black energy simultaneously. "You're just another tool of Azazel, a pawn in his game! And I will crush you along with the rest of them!"

Vergil sighed, spinning Yamato in his hand with irritating calm. "Oh, great. Another lunatic with a generic speech about destroying everything. I've had better days."

Aisha attacked again, this time with even more intensity. She hurled the spear like a projectile, and the weapon exploded with energy the moment Vergil dodged, destroying the wall behind him and opening up a breathtaking and deadly view of the city below.

'That idiot didn't put up a barrier…' Vergil thought.

"You should think before destroying the place you're fighting in," Vergil said, reappearing just a few meters away, his posture relaxed despite the chaos around them. He pointed to the hole in the wall. "The fall from there looks pretty long. You might need insurance."

"Shut your mouth!" Aisha screamed, reappearing with the spear in hand again—apparently summoned back by pure willpower. She descended from the skies with a vertical strike that split the ground in two, creating a fissure that spread to the edges of the rooftop.

Vergil barely moved, raising Yamato to block the attack. The sound of the clash rang out once more, but this time he pushed her blade to the side, deflecting the strike with surgical precision. "Okay, enough playing around."

With a quick movement, Vergil disappeared, reappearing behind Aisha in the blink of an eye. Yamato flashed in a perfect arc, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stop. Aisha barely had time to react before she felt a wave of cutting energy explode around her.

"That was just a warning," Vergil said, his voice firm. He sheathed Yamato with a sharp click. "You can keep freaking out, or we can settle this like civilized people. Make your choice quickly."

Aisha staggered, her body trembling as Vergil's cutting energy still reverberated. But instead of retreating, she let out a low, rasping laugh. "You think you can intimidate me? I am Aisha, the Scourge of the Heavens! And I will never retreat from someone like you!"

She spread her black wings and shot upward, her energy spiraling in a chaotic surge. The sky above the rooftop began to darken, lightning crackling through the clouds like furious serpents. Vergil looked up, clearly irritated.

"Great," he muttered. "She's got a berserk second phase. Why am I not surprised?"

Aisha soared toward Vergil, her spear glowing with destructive energy, her golden eyes almost glowing with rage. She seemed like a force of nature ready to devour everything in her path. But instead of retreating or dodging, Vergil simply advanced with a cold, unflinching look on his face.

At the moment she was just a few meters away, Vergil moved with the speed of a predator, extending his palm in a simple, almost lazy gesture. With his hand open, he grabbed Aisha's head, his overwhelming strength manifesting as he lifted her with unnerving ease.

Aisha's expression froze for a second, surprise and frustration mixed in her golden eyes. She tried to resist, her black wings beating furiously to free herself, but Vergil's hand was like an unshakable trap. He lifted her effortlessly, Aisha's weight nothing more than an insignificant burden to the Demon King.

"You really think you can defeat me like this?" Vergil asked coldly, his voice emotionless as he held her still. "I've seen enough lunatics to know that, deep down, you're nothing more than Azazel's toy, a puppet in his power play. But you're only delaying the inevitable."

Furious, Aisha attempted to bite Vergil's hand, her claws extending to strike, but he didn't move. She was trapped, suspended in the air, unable to break free. Her muscles strained in a futile effort, her breathing growing more labored.

Vergil studied her eyes for a moment, as if analyzing the fury within, before his expression softened slightly, though the coldness remained. "You don't get it, do you? This isn't a fight. This is just a distraction."

He turned his head slightly toward the destroyed window, the horizon visible behind Aisha. "Tch, it's already dawn."

With a swift motion, he lowered her quickly, letting her crash back to the ground with a heavy impact. The energy around her dissipated, and though she was still furious, her body trembled from the force of the fall. She knelt, panting, in shock from how easily she had been subdued.

Vergil watched her in silence for a moment before speaking again, his voice laced with contempt. "Go back to Azazel and tell him that next time, he should send a more competent target. You're pathetic."

The venom in Vergil's words seemed to amplify Aisha's humiliation. She clenched her teeth, but the pain and frustration left her unable to react the way she wanted. She wanted to fight, to scream, but there was no energy left in her body to make a decisive move. Her pride was wounded, but she knew she was too weak to continue.

"Damn you…" she muttered, her voice rough with anger and pain, but lacking the strength to confront him.

Vergil didn't answer, nor did he even look back as he walked toward the rooftop door. The sound of his footsteps echoed like a reminder of how easily he had defeated her.

"Who are you…" Aisha, defeated and still trembling, asked.

Vergil paused for a moment, his footsteps echoing through the silent rooftop. He didn't turn back, but his voice cut through the air with an even sharper coldness than before.

"Who am I?" he repeated, as though it were a pointless question, a wordplay with no meaning. "I am the Demon King."

He didn't turn around, didn't care enough to give any further explanation. The answer he gave felt final, as if he had put an ironic and indifferent period at the end of the conversation.

Aisha, on the other hand, felt a mix of anger and despair. Those words cut deeper than any physical blow she had suffered. She wanted to retort, to protest, but all that remained was a growing emptiness, a sense of insignificance that consumed her.

She knew that, in her current state, she couldn't do anything against him. And yet, something inside her, a flame of fury and pride, refused to go out.

With visible effort, she tried to rise, her wings trembling slightly behind her, but the pain in her body kept her from acting the way she wanted. "I won't forget this…" she muttered, her anger muffled.

Vergil didn't respond. He had already disappeared through the door, leaving the woman fallen and powerless, his presence fading as quickly as a nightmare at dawn.

... .... ...

Vergil appeared back in the Underworld, his body instantly immersed in the familiar atmosphere, yet his mind still distant from the mission he had just completed. He was tired, not just physically but mentally, the weight of the interactions still echoing in his mind.

He entered the room quietly, already preparing to relax and perhaps recover from the experience, but before he could even take a step toward the sofa, the sound of a devastating punch cut through the air.

The blow was so powerful that it sent Vergil flying backward, crashing through one wall, then another, and another, until finally coming to a stop in a fourth wall, creating a concrete crater around him. The impact was brutal, but he didn't move for a few seconds, absorbing the pain that reverberated through his body.

Sapphire appeared in the doorway, her furious expression like a storm about to unleash. She looked at him with anger, her eyes glowing with an intense, threatening light, but also something Vergil immediately recognized: concern disguised as anger.

"YOU BASTARD!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "I WAS WORRIED!"

Vergil, still propped up against the ruins of the wall, slowly rose, his expression impassive and emotionless. He ran a hand over his jaw, feeling the impact of the force of the punch, but recovering quickly.

"Oh... my dear was worried?" he teased, smiling as he saw his beautiful redhead.