My Wives are Beautiful Demons

[Eight months later]

In a year, many things can change. Eight months are no different. Ups and downs shaped those days, but for Viviane, one thing remained constant: her unwavering devotion to Master Vergil.

Unfortunately, the plan to hunt down the man who had attacked her was put aside, waiting for Vergil's return. And, during those eight months, Viviane devoted herself entirely to faithfully following what she believed to be her mission. However, time had not been kind to her.

Now, sitting in front of the coliseum where Vergil was, Viviane seemed like a shadow of the woman she once was. Her blue hair, normally as bright as the sky, was tangled, unkempt, and matted. Her maid's dress, which she always kept impeccable, was dirty and torn in places. She looked exhausted, her body slumped over an improvised bench made from an old tree stump.

Her eyes, empty and tired, slowly opened when a change in the air made her lift her head. Finally, the two monstrous energies she had felt emanating from the coliseum disappeared. A heavy, strange silence filled the air.

"It seems they're finally done... or maybe she killed my master," Viviane murmured, her voice hoarse from exhaustion. Despite trying to sound indifferent, there was a hint of concern in her words.

She sighed, resting her chin in her hand, defeated. "Eight months... Eight damn months of guard duty... And not a single instruction. How is a maid supposed to react to this? With no orders? It's like I've been... fired!"

Her eyes shone with dramatic melancholy as she gazed at the sky. "I did everything I could... even things he never asked! I took care of little Alice, trained until my hands bled, forged weapons, sewed battle clothes, cleaned his room so many times it was spotless... I even fed the birds, for Lucifer's sake! But he's been gone for eight months without even calling me!"

She crossed her arms, her expression hardening in indignation. "Why couldn't he at least leave me a task? A note? A post-it on the door saying 'Wait until I get back'?! I feel useless!"

Viviane huffed, but deep down, the mental and physical exhaustion was starting to take over her. Even so, something inside her still clung to the hope that he was okay, that he would return... and that she still mattered to him.

"Vergil... where are you?" she whispered softly, as the clouds in the sky seemed to dissipate, signaling that, perhaps, the moment she had been waiting for so long was finally approaching.

Suddenly, a seductive and provocative voice whispered in her ear:

"You seem pretty excited for an abandoned maid."

"KYAAAA!!!" Viviane screamed in pure panic, jumping off the makeshift stump and running a few meters forward before abruptly turning around, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest.

"KAHAHAHAHA!" The sound of a demonic laugh echoed, and, to her absolute horror, Sapphire was there, wearing that teasing smile she always made sure to show whenever there was an opportunity to mess with someone.

But Viviane's nightmare didn't end there. Sapphire was not alone. Standing beside her were Katharina, Ada, Roxanne, and even Raphaeline. They had all witnessed her little moment of weakness.

"Well, well, Viviane... That was quite the performance," Katharina said with an amused smile, crossing her arms as she examined the disheveled maid from head to toe.

"I'd say it was pathetic," Ada added, rolling her eyes. "Vergil would have died laughing if he saw that."

"So this is what you've been up to all these months, Viviane?" Roxanne teased, tilting her head to the side with a curious look. "Talking to yourself, missing your 'master'? Such touching dedication."

"S-s-stop looking at me like that!" Viviane screamed, utterly embarrassed. Her tangled hair, dirty dress, and now, her dignity? Everything was in shambles.

"I really don't know what's more embarrassing," Raphaeline began, her tone more serious but no less provocative, "the fact that you're in such a deplorable state, or the fact that, after eight months, you still haven't learned to relax."

Sapphire took another step forward, her demonic smile widening. "Now, dear Viviane, tell me... What was it you said again? Something about missing your master? I think I heard something like 'Why don't you come back already?'... Was that it?" She imitated Viviane's voice with disturbing accuracy, earning muffled laughs from the others.

Viviane covered her face with her hands, completely desperate. "Why are you all here?! Shouldn't you be busy with... I don't know... anything else?"

Ada huffed, hands on her hips. "We came for exactly this, you airhead. We felt the coliseum go silent and thought Vergil might have finished. And here we are... and we find you, dying of longing."

"She's pretty slow, huh?" Roxanne commented, watching Viviane with a mocking smile.

"Yeah, really slow." The voices of Sapphire, Katharina, Ada, and Raphaeline echoed in unison, as if rehearsed, prompting more laughter among them.

"Look, it seems like they're about to come out..." someone commented from afar, with a tone of expectation, and as they looked in the direction of the voice, they saw a peculiar figure approaching.

Morgana was there, but... her choice of attire was a little...

She was wearing an extremely revealing bikini, barely covering her ample breasts, and a black pleated skirt that seemed more fitting for a party than for combat. To top it off, she wore an exaggeratedly large witch's hat, its tip dramatically tilting to one side, and her high heels did nothing to hide her style choice. She looked like... a gyaru? Or perhaps someone dressing for a party, but with a peculiar touch of magic.

"I admit, I'll never call you all sluts again... Morgana has outdone all of you, sorry." Katharina couldn't hold back her laughter, watching the witch approach.

"This is so inappropriate," Raphaeline said with an expression of disgust, but even she couldn't help but observe the scene, her eyes lingering just a little too much on the irreverent outfit.

'Maybe if I wear something like that... he'll look at me?' Internally, her intrusive thoughts fought against her normal self.

"Watch out, Morgana," Ada warned, a malicious smile touching her lips. "If I were you, I'd stay far away from my husband." Ada's eyes sparkled with rage.

Morgana, clearly not caring about the stares around her, winked and adjusted her hat. "You don't know what you're missing. It's way too hot to worry about that. I'll give everyone a little fun while I wait for the others to make a move." She swayed her hips with a hint of challenge, as if fully aware of the impact her outfit was having.

Viviane, still embarrassed, didn't know where to hide her face. She wanted to disappear, but at the same time, she was dying of curiosity about what would happen next.

"This is... absolutely unbelievable," Viviane murmured to herself, still trying to process the bizarre scene unfolding before her eyes. The situation was so strange that anything uncomfortable almost seemed normal.

Suddenly, the large gate of the coliseum opened, and a wave of demonic energy burst forth with such force that Morgana lost her balance, falling face-first onto the ground. The impact made her breasts compress against the floor, creating a scene that was both comical and awkward at the same time.

"H-h-hey, someone help me!" Morgana shouted, her voice muffled as she tried to get up, but to no avail. Her posture was clumsy, like a child trying to stand up after a fall.

Viviane, watching the scene with a disapproving expression, couldn't help but sigh deeply. "Idiot," she murmured, clearly exasperated by her aunt's behavior, who seemed more concerned about her appearance than the actual situation.

As if the scene weren't strange enough, a strange dark water appeared from nowhere and enveloped Morgana's body, lifting her with an unusual magical force. The water, dense and murky, seemed to have a mind of its own, as if it were being controlled by a complex spell. Morgana was gently raised, now levitating above the ground, unable to do more than let out an irritated grunt.

"Thanks," Morgana said with a tone of resilience, though still very uncomfortable, adjusting her bikini that was almost falling off.

'Huge breasts... huge... and obscene...' Viola, who had been silently watching from the shadow of Sapphire, was irritated by this collection of excessively large breasts... and hers were small and cute, fitting comfortably in the palm of her hand...