My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Still inside the garage, the atmosphere was tense and heavy, though not as intense as what Vergil had just felt.

"Hm?" he questioned, tilting his head slightly as his eyes narrowed. Sapphire's demonic aura erupted like an uncontrollable storm, so intense it seemed to pierce through the barriers of space. Something was deeply wrong.

Vergil turned slowly to the three women accompanying him. Their expressions couldn't have been clearer: fear had completely overtaken them.

Katharina, usually so confident, now looked as pale as a ghost. Her gaze was fixed on some distant point, but it was evident her mind was processing something terrible. Ada, who typically used sarcasm as a shield, stood frozen, while Roxanne seemed to struggle to maintain her balance.

Vergil frowned. "You…" he began to speak, but was interrupted by Katharina's hesitant voice, the first to break the oppressive silence.

"Someone… on the level of my mother…" The words came out trembling, and her eyes finally met Vergil's. He could see the deep fear she was trying to contain.

Ada finally blinked but seemed incapable of masking her nervousness. "This… isn't just Sapphire, is it?"

"Definitely not," Roxanne answered, her voice low and grave, as if trying not to draw attention to the obvious. "That presence… it's strange…"

Vergil crossed his arms, his gaze dark. He knew part of Sapphire's power, but this… this was something else. He could feel the heat intensify, and even at a distance, the energetic vibration made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

"She's inside a barrier, but… I can feel everything…" he muttered nervously, his hands cold and clammy.

He turned his head slowly toward Katharina, who was trembling slightly. "Katharina, are you saying there's another primordial demon here? Something like your mother?" he finally asked, his voice firm but tinged with disbelief.

Katharina hesitated but nodded. "Yes… and I'd even say it's comparable. This aura… it feels less oppressive, but it's very similar to hers… Something we shouldn't be feeling in the human world."

Ada, recovering enough to form a coherent sentence, crossed her arms and cast a worried glance at Vergil. "What the hell is going on? Who is Sapphire fighting?"

"I don't know… but…" Vergil murmured, spreading his black wings. "I can't wait to find out on my own. I'm going ahead." He said, shooting toward Sapphire like a bolt of lightning.

As Vergil cut through the air with impressive speed, his black wings stretched against the increasingly dark sky.

He couldn't help but notice the changes around him: dense clouds formed in chaotic whirlwinds, lightning streaked across the horizon, and violent winds began to spin into cyclones that destroyed anything in their path.
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It was as if nature itself was reacting to the forces in conflict.

Vergil looked up at the sky, where the blue had given way to absolute black, punctuated only by brief flashes of light.

"This isn't normal. I've never seen anything like this…" he thought, his expression growing darker. He felt as if the very fabric of reality was being pulled, struggling to resist the forces about to collide.

He tried to focus on the auras. The first was unmistakable: Sapphire Agares. Her oppressive presence spread like a storm of destruction. He had felt her power before, but now… it seemed like she was beyond any limit he had ever witnessed. Every beat of her wings carried a force that made the air around her vibrate.

But the other… Vergil didn't know whose it was, and yet, it was strangely familiar. It didn't have Sapphire's calculated coldness, but it exuded something that mixed majesty with a disconcerting, lively, and almost ironic energy.

"This… is strange," he murmured, his heart beating slightly faster. He tried to push away the thoughts that came to mind, but the closer he got, the clearer the trail of that aura became.

Vergil took a deep breath as he advanced faster, his wings slicing through the air like blades as he pushed against the growing storm around him. The atmospheric pressure increased, the heat in the air made his muscles tense, but he pressed on. He knew he was close, closer with every second.

Then, he stopped abruptly.

His eyes fixed on the building ahead—the same building where his mother managed Sapphire's company. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The barrier of energy pulsed around the structure, intense and almost suffocating. It wasn't just powerful; it was something that seemed designed to separate that place from the rest of the world.

"My mother…" Vergil murmured, his mind spiraling. An avalanche of thoughts flooded his head, each one more worrying than the last.

Sapphire had always been clear about the dangers of her world. Protecting Felicia was an absolute priority, a way to erase any trace that could attract old enemies or awaken forgotten memories. She had taken extreme measures, even assigning Viola, one of her most lethal agents, to protect his mother from the shadows.

But now, faced with this storm of power and destruction, Vergil could only think of one possibility: someone had found out.

"My mother was attacked…" he thought, the scenario forming clearly in his mind. "Viola tried to protect her but failed. She was forced to call Sapphire for help."

His heart clenched as the image of Felicia, vulnerable, crossed his mind. Though she was a woman full of mysteries and secrets, above all, she was his mother. The only link he had to a humanity he had never fully embraced.

Vergil clenched his fists, his gaze darkening as the aura around him began to pulse. He knew he couldn't just stand there, trapped in assumptions. If his mother was in danger, he needed to act. Now.

"Whoever it is…" he murmured, his voice low and grim. "They'll pay for this."

With a single movement, his black wings beat with force, and Vergil shot forward like lightning toward the building. The energy around him was overwhelming, and with a precise gesture, he opened a portal, tearing through the dimension with his pulsating demonic energy. The space twisted at his command, creating a direct passage to the epicenter of the chaos.

He crossed through, his body enveloped in power, ready to face any threat — but what he saw on the other side was… indescribable.

"What… is this?" Vergil froze for a moment, the scene before him as absurd as it was impossible to process.

"HAHAHAHA! COME AT ME, YOU PATHETIC, LOVELESS BITCH!" Sapphire roared, an insane grin on her face as she attacked with brutal ferocity. Her spear burned with pure energy, slicing through the air like thunder as she charged.

On the other side: Felicia. His mother. The woman he always knew for her elegance and composure… now completely unhinged. With an equally crazed grin, she blocked Sapphire's attacks with her staff, the energy around her pulsing in vibrant shades of red.

"KAKAKAKA! LOVELESS? MY SON LOVES ME DEARLY, YOU USURPING HARLOT!" Felicia shouted back, her voice dripping with mockery as she deflected each strike with infuriating precision.

The two women were engaged in a battle as fierce as it was chaotic, and the space around them seemed to warp under the pressure of their auras. Each clash between the spear and the staff generated explosions of energy, cracking the walls and shaking the ground violently.

Vergil blinked slowly, trying to process what he was seeing. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His mother and Sapphire were fighting like… gladiators in an arena of personal hatred?

"THIS OLD SPEAR DOESN'T INTIMATE ME!" Felicia scoffed as she dodged another deadly attack from Sapphire. "DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD MATCH ME, YOU BITCH!?"

"SECOND-RATE?!" Sapphire exploded, her voice filled with fury as she charged again, her eyes burning like incandescent embers. "I'LL SHUT YOU UP FOREVER, YOU DECEPTIVE RELIC!"

Vergil finally managed to find his voice. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" he shouted, his aura erupting as he stepped in, separating the two with a single slash of his katana.

The force of the move created a wave of energy that pushed both combatants back, making the walls around them tremble even more. Felicia landed gracefully, adjusting her hair as if nothing had happened.

"Son!" she said cheerfully, as if she hadn't been about to rip Sapphire's head off a second earlier. "I'm so glad you're here, dear! This… thing… needs to be taught some honor. She's a filthy tramp!"

Sapphire, on the other hand, looked ready to explode. "HE'S MY HUSBAND! YOU INFERNAL RELIC! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO?!"