My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The crowd fell silent for a moment, Vergil's words reverberating through the heavy air of Hell.

Some demons, the more cautious ones, seemed to hesitate, exchanging glances among themselves, pondering the opportunity before them. The idea of attacking a being of a higher rank, one with such overwhelming power, was not something all were willing to risk. Many began to doubt whether they could truly prove themselves or if it would be wiser to wait and see how the others would react.

"He scared them all..." Ada murmured, looking at her Husband in the air.

"Yeah, half of them are already shitting themselves in fear..." Katharina said as she sat down in a beach chair she had brought with her.

"When did you have time to—"

"Viviane," Katharina answered before Ada could finish, pointing. "There, one for you too."

Ada glanced to the side and saw it leaning against the red stone of the ground... "She's been more competent ever since the Husband gave her what she wanted," Ada said.

"She got it before you and Roxanne. It's actually funny," Katharina remarked, and the air around Ada grew tense...

"Are you looking to die?"

"Facts are facts, no arguments there. Now turn your attention to that silence over there—something's about to happen," Katharina shrugged.

Amid the crowd, a demon stepped forward. He wasn't as massive as the others, but his presence was overwhelming. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity, and his aura pulsed with raw, violent energy. Without hesitation, he made the first move.

With a savage roar, the demon launched himself toward Vergil, his strength amplified by a surge of pure fury.

The blow he delivered was so fast and brutal that the impact sent Vergil flying backward, tearing through kilometers of land and rock with the sheer force of the collision. The ground around them cracked, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

The once-hesitant crowd now erupted with excitement. If a single strike had managed to destabilize Vergil, the battle had seemingly taken a different turn.

'It was good to let him hit me easily—it raised their morale,' Vergil thought, smiling.

Then, as if the battle had signaled the start, the rest of the army surged forward, charging toward the battlefield's center.

There was a frenzy in the air.

The sound of thousands of feet pounding against the ground, mixed with the deafening roar of a charging army, filled the air. The lines of demons advanced with immense speed, each of them determined to test their limits, their powers, against the one who had dared to challenge them.

'How cute,' Vergil stood up, dust-covered, his eyes now colder than before. He looked at the horde, fists clenched, and then, with a lethal smile, his wings spread wide once more, unleashing a wave of destruction around him.

"You wish to prove your strength?" he spoke, his voice calm but laced with an underlying threat. "Come then. Don't hold back."

The first group of demons reached him, and the battle began.

The sound of blades slicing through the air, clashes of power, and furious war cries merged into absolute chaos as Vergil, with impressive dexterity, cut down demon after demon, his dominance evident amid the turmoil. But he knew this was only the beginning. The true test was yet to come.

Vergil remained at the battlefield's center, his gaze sharp, his senses heightened, as he observed the demons surrounding him. The once-hesitant crowd was now engulfed in adrenaline, warriors throwing themselves at him as if it were their last chance at glory.

The ground trembled beneath their steps, the air thick with the tension of a battle on the verge of eruption.

The first wave of attacks came from a group of dark-skinned demons, their bodies adorned with gleaming armor forged from infernal steel.

They moved quickly, coordinating their attacks with a precision that indicated great experience.

Sharp blades sliced through the air toward Vergil, but he was more than prepared. His eyes narrowed, tracking every movement, every glint of steel, as he, with an almost imperceptible motion, dodged effortlessly. The blades missed their mark, and in response, Vergil advanced, his fists generating bursts of energy.

He slashed through the air with his sword, and upon impact, one of the demons was sent flying backward, the sheer force of his strike tearing through flesh and making the ground tremble. But Vergil knew this wouldn't be enough. He sensed something different in the atmosphere—a growing tension that indicated there was more here, something he could not ignore.

He continued his offensive, cutting through the demons around him with breathtaking speed. Each of his movements was a dance of death, every strike meticulously calculated to disarm and incapacitate his enemies. With every demon he struck down, he felt it more and more—the presence of something… stronger, more sinister.

The heat of Hell intensified, flames burning around him as he cut down each warrior. He could hear the screams of demons, the brutal clash of battle, yet at the same time, he felt the rising energy of an increasing number of combatants.

Some were clearly among the strongest Hell had to offer, but that wasn't enough for Vergil. He wanted more. He wanted those beyond the strongest. He wanted the ones who were watching from afar, waiting for the right moment to act.

The Elite of the Elite.

As the battle raged on, the energy around him seemed to grow denser. He could feel the eyes on him. He knew that some were there only to observe, to evaluate his strength. They weren't just ordinary warriors but ancient demons, perhaps a thousand years old or more…

The test had turned against him. While he had been testing the weaker ones, the others had been testing him, measuring his abilities.

He could see it in their eyes—they were waiting. Waiting to see how far he could go.

Vergil felt a chill as he noticed someone deep in the distance. Hell was filled with immense warriors, but these… these were not ordinary fighters. They were the best of the best. And they were only there to watch.

That thought began to gnaw at his mind. He could feel them at every corner, in the shadows, moving with an almost supernatural precision. As if they were studying his weaknesses, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He could feel their presence, like an army of invisible gazes poised to collapse upon him. No matter how many demons he defeated, the sensation of being watched never faded.

Then, euphoria began to take over his mind, his will to fight growing stronger and stronger. He looked around, seeing the number of elite demons, warriors who seemed to have one purpose only—to prove they were stronger. They were the elite of the elite, their skills rivaling his own, their eyes locked onto him.

There was something else, something in their stance, in their glances, that felt… off.

He didn't care.

If they were only there to observe, then let them prove themselves in battle. He wanted to fight! There was no longer any room for hesitation.

"HAHAHA!!!"

Vergil leaped into the center of the crowd, his sword cutting through the air with deadly precision.

He moved like a storm, sending demons of all shapes and sizes flying through the air with the sheer force of each strike.

Strangely, his power seemed to increase with every step, his body an unstoppable machine of destruction. The sound of battle echoed around him, the scent of blood and fire filling the hot air of Hell.

But amidst the carnage, he could no longer ignore what he was feeling.

Not just the presence of the demons watching him—but something deeper, something burning within his soul.

He was no longer holding back.

The demons around him were an immense wall of flesh and fury, but nothing could stop him. His movements became faster, deadlier. With every strike, he didn't just cut through bodies—he cut through the very idea of who they were. He wasn't here to kill indiscriminately, but to erase anyone who was a joke.

Vergil grinned savagely, his blood boiling with excitement as the thrill of battle surged within him. This was what he had been waiting for. He fought against the elite of common demons, but the real challenge was yet to come.

Hell had rules, even in its brutality. The weak served, the strong ruled, but the truly powerful… they had to prove themselves at every moment.

The dust and debris from the battle still hung in the air when he felt it.

A dense presence, sharp as a blade cutting through his perception.

Not one, but five.

Vergil turned slowly, his eyes glowing with an icy blue light as the new opponents emerged from the crowd.

They were nothing like the others.

Their presence burned like flames in the dark—intense, dominant. The demonic energy they exuded was refined, controlled, powerful.

Vergil licked his lips, a shiver of pleasure running through his body. "Finally."

Five figures stepped forward onto the bloodstained battlefield. Their eyes held no hesitation, no fear. They weren't here to observe or test his strength.

They were here to crush him.

Three women, two men. Nobles among demons, and now, they had stopped hiding their true power.

The first to move was a tall woman with white hair and golden eyes, her body clad in black armor engraved with ancient inscriptions. She moved with lethal grace, her spear shimmering with black flames.

"I thought you were cute… but it's a shame you're so arrogant," she smirked.

"Arrogance, is it?" Vergil grinned, his power surging even further.

Before anyone could react, she lunged. The spear tore through the air—a black blur of pure destruction.

Vergil barely had time to sidestep before the tip sliced through his jacket, creating an explosion upon impact with the ground.

The force of the strike was so immense that it opened a massive crater, sending debris and fire in all directions.

But Vergil was already moving.

He spun in the air, his sword slashing toward her neck, but before he could land the finishing blow, another adversary intervened.

A tall, heavily built man clad in dark plate armor, with curved horns and crimson eyes. He wielded a massive axe pulsating with glowing runes.

With a guttural growl, the demon swung his weapon, unleashing a destructive shockwave. Vergil blocked with his blade, but the impact sent him skidding backward, his feet carving into the ground.

"This is getting fun," he grinned.

The other three nobles didn't remain idle.

A woman with bluish skin and silver hair raised her hands, conjuring a series of flaming orbs that burst apart in the air, creating controlled explosions.

The fourth opponent, a slender man with black claws that looked like living blades, vanished and reappeared behind Vergil, attempting to pierce him with a swift, precise strike.

The fifth, a young woman with deep red eyes and a long black katana, simply stood still—watching.

Vergil blocked the slender demon's strike with his blade, but at the same time, he had to twist his body to evade the explosions raining down upon him.

The pressure was mounting.

He was surrounded.

Vergil smiled once more.

This… This was perfect.

He raised his blade and vanished in the blink of an eye.

The air detonated around him.

With absurd speed, he reappeared in front of the spear-wielding woman, his sword slashing in a devastating arc. She blocked, but the sheer force sent her skidding backward, her feet dragging across the ground.

The giant with the axe charged again, but this time, Vergil ducked low and slashed at his legs, forcing the demon to retreat.

The other three quickly regrouped, preparing for another assault.

Vergil dusted off his shoulder and stared at the five of them, a manic gleam in his eyes.

"Now this… this is worth my time."

More power… he unleashed even more power…

The battle was only just beginning.