My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Are you telling me that... all this time... you kept this hidden and didn't show anyone?" Sapphire's voice was calm, but there was a latent tension in every word, as if at any moment she could explode and destroy Morgana with a single movement.

"Well... I didn't have time?" Morgana said with a crooked smile, feeling the imminent danger in every second. She knew that at any moment she could become the target of Sapphire's fury, and she didn't want to be on that path.

'I hate witches... oh, yes, I hate all witches,' Sapphire thought, the hatred spreading through her body, but she was trying to maintain control.

"How disgusting..." Viola, the maid, said with a grimace, covering her nose while trying to step away from the table. The smell emanating from the dead creature was nauseating, a mix of rot and something even more unbearable.

"Really, it's like the traces we found in that... slaughterhouse," Novah commented, adjusting a surgical mask over her face to block the repulsive odor of the creature. He didn't seem to care about the scene itself, but the disgust was evident on his face.

The creature on the table was a nightmare in physical form. Its humanoid body was covered in black, viscous skin, pulsating as if it were a living organism, and its eyes glowed with a blood-red light, as if death still resided within it. From its back, spiny tentacles extended, threatening the air with every involuntary movement.

Fortunately, it was dead.

"How did you kill this thing?" Sapphire asked, her voice cold and calculated, though her mind was boiling with curiosity from a warrior's perspective in search of information. This type of knowledge could be useful in the future.

"We didn't kill it. That man did," Viviane replied, her eyes still fixed on the creature, unable to believe what was before her.

"I think we should perform an autopsy. We don't know what else might be inside this... body," Novah suggested, quickly putting on surgical gloves and a white lab coat. She seemed determined to examine everything, aware that there might be something else, something more dangerous inside that aberration.

Novah leaned over the body, focusing her attention on the grotesque details. She touched each area with precision, flipping the corpse over to examine its back, her eyes narrowing with scientific interest.

"Hm... didn't know you were a doctor," Viola commented with curiosity, watching Novah's meticulousness as she worked.

"I lived through the Black Plague. I was a doctor before becoming a demon. I have more years of experience than most people have in their lives," Novah replied, her tone calm and emotionless, handling the creature with the skill of someone accustomed to scenes of death and disease.

Viola gave a nod of approval. "Impressive. You seem more useful than I thought."

"I thought you were just a stupid rich girl, wearing those clothes way too provocatively for an old woman," Morgana said, shifting on the couch as if more interested in messing with her own hair than the investigation.

The blonde woman turned abruptly, her eyes giving Morgana a deadly look. "I'm an old woman? You think I'm your age, dear?" she replied, her voice making it clear that any further jokes about her age would be a fatal mistake.

Morgana shrugged, immune to the threat. "Look, the outfit is way too daring for a 'doctor'... What kind of doctor wears a neckline like that to mess with corpses?"

Novah smiled faintly, not taking her eyes off the body. "I'm a doctor and a demonic hunter, if you ever find yourself in a situation where I have to save your life, you'll be thankful for the daring neckline," she responded, letting out a subtle laugh as her fingers continued to examine the creature.

Viola, not missing the chance to make her own comment, chuckled softly. "Look, just because she wears sexy clothes doesn't mean she doesn't know what she's doing."

Morgana grimaced before dramatically sighing. "Fine, shut me up then... When you all are done playing scientists, let me know."

Novah returned to focusing on the body, her expression grave as she continued to inspect the grotesque tentacles of the creature. She carefully pulled one of the spiny tips and, with a sharp knife, sliced through part of the dark flesh, revealing a viscous substance that had coagulated over time. The unpleasant odor, already filling the room, became even stronger, causing Viola to wrinkle her nose, but she remained silent.

"This is... repulsive," Viola commented, watching as Novah extracted the contents from the tentacles.

"Repulsive is an understatement," Novah replied, her clinical tone unchanged. She began extracting a thick liquid from one of the tentacles and placed it in a glass jar. "I'm not sure what exactly this is, but it seems to be some sort of toxin or poison, and it's impregnated in this body."

"I'm starting to doubt if this is really a body," Morgana said, turning her gaze away with a grimace, but still unable to completely divert her attention from the process. "It looks more like a cross between an octopus tentacle and a B-movie monster."

Viola, looking more closely, nodded. "It looks like something that could have been made in a nightmare laboratory."

Novah nodded, adjusting her gloves and continuing the examination. She made an incision in the center of the creature's chest, her agile fingers pulling apart the deformed muscle fibers. "I don't think this was made in a lab. The structure seems... too organic. And look at this..." She peeled back a thick layer of flesh, revealing what appeared to be a pulsating heart, but it was beating with an irregular rhythm, almost as if it were... artificial.

"This... isn't normal," Novah murmured to herself, the seriousness in her voice now even more palpable. She carefully pulled out the still-beating organ from the creature and placed it on the table, studying the details while observing the small tubes that connected the heart to parts of the body, spreading out like roots.

"We already know this is a hybrid, but is this some kind of experiment with the body? I mean, yes, obviously, but I'm referring to some form of evolution. I understand that Demonic Energy can be used in many ways, after all, energy is still energy, but naturally, this shouldn't happen," Novah said, her expression cold, but her gaze visibly more intense. She was starting to see something far more sinister unfolding here.

"Yeah... it's a possibility," Viola replied, still holding her nose, not getting too close to the corpse. "But who would have the knowledge to create something like this?"

"Someone with a lot of power or... a witch really good at altering lives, I'd say," Morgana commented, still grimacing at the corpse but seeming more intrigued by the discoveries than truly bothered.

Novah, however, continued to examine. "Or something far worse," she whispered, more to herself than to the others, feeling a chill run down her spine as she analyzed the way the internal fibers connected, as if they weren't natural.

"This isn't something that just appears. There's intention behind it," Novah concluded, her expression darker. "And the question is: who wants to create monsters like this?"

"I already have the clues, I just want to know if this thing can be duplicated," Sapphire suddenly said after listening in.

"Well... yes, I need to analyze the blood, but... considering the result, the person who did this is probably already perfecting this technique, something like the super soldier serum from that captain whatever," Novah said, shrugging.

"Okay, start dissecting this body. I want every piece archived, sealed, and studied. I'm going to see someone," Sapphire said, disappearing in a red magical cycle.