My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil grinned to the side, his red eyes flashing with a latent hunger for battle. In response, Yamato began to be consumed by shadows, its blade vibrating with an almost sentient thirst for blood.

"I wonder…" His voice was serene, controlled, but anyone with a hint of instinct would know… he was on the verge of attacking. "What is your name?"

The other warrior twirled his staff between his fingers, the movement fluid and relaxed, but his eyes held the sharp gleam of an unsheathed blade.

"My master named me Wu Tian." The answer came firm, without hesitation.

Vergil tilted his head slightly, savoring the words as if they were fine wine.

"Your name is already known among us…" Wu Tian continued, and somehow, the space between them seemed to shrink, even though neither moved.

The air thickened, heavy as if the world itself held its breath. They began to circle each other, slow, calculated steps, studying one another like predators about to strike.

Vergil raised an eyebrow, a smile dancing on his lips.

"Wu Tian… Something like 'Starry Sky'…" His voice was soft, almost mocking, but there was genuine curiosity in his words.

Wu Tian simply laughed, his eyes sparkling with a silent challenge.

"Ah, so you understand Chinese? Interesting." His voice carried a subtle provocation. "I didn't expect that from you, Demon King."

Vergil let out a low laugh and closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them, his presence became even more suffocating.

'He's strong…'

Excitement pulsed within him, vibrating in every fiber of his being. His instincts screamed, craving to test the limits of that warrior—to see how far the wielder of the Ruyi Jingu Bang could push him.

"This will be fun."

Wu Tian flexed his fingers around the staff, his muscles tensing like a feline poised to pounce. His sharp gaze left no doubt: he was ready, too.

"Let's stop this, for now."

Vergil opened his mouth to respond, but didn't have time.

Wu Tian vanished.

A golden flash filled his vision.

The wind exploded around him.

And then—

The impact came like thunder.

Vergil had a moment, a single second, to raise Yamato before the colossal weight of Wu Tian's staff smashed through his defense.

The ground cracked beneath his feet. The shockwave shattered the debris around them. The very air seemed to scream with the violence of the blow, and for a moment, the world reduced itself to the deafening sound of the clash between their forces.

But instead of retreating, hesitating, or getting angry at the surprise attack…

Vergil laughed.

A low, hoarse laugh that grew like demonic thunder, reverberating through the sacred city.

"THAT'S IT! THAT'S WHAT I WANTED!"

His eyes burned with pure ecstasy, a feverish glow dancing in his crimson irises.

"SHOW ME MORE! SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH, HERO!"

He lunged forward, a blur of fury and blade, forcing Wu Tian to momentarily retreat.

CLANG!

Yamato slid against the staff, sparks flying into the night air like falling stars. Vergil pressed forward, moving around the warrior like a living shadow, his strikes so fast they seemed invisible.

But Wu Tian wasn't an easy target.

With a fluid spin, he expanded the Ruyi Jingu Bang in the blink of an eye. The staff grew like a divine pillar, forcing Vergil to leap back. The impact of the expansion reduced an entire block to rubble, shockwaves sweeping through the debris as if they were mere leaves in the wind.

Vergil landed on the wreckage, laughing even more. His heart hammered in his chest. His skin tingled with adrenaline.

"HAHAHAHA! NOW THIS IS POWER!"

He licked the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes glowing like incandescent embers.

"AND TO THINK THERE WAS A BUG IN THIS WORLD CAPABLE OF GIVING ME A CHALLENGE!"

Wu Tian remained impassive, spinning the staff once more.

"You talk too much, demon."

Vergil narrowed his eyes, and for a moment, the very atmosphere around him seemed to tremble.

"Then silence me."

They moved at the same time.

BOOOOOM!

The Vatican was swallowed by a storm of destruction.

Vergil advanced like a dark lightning bolt, Yamato cutting through the air with lethal precision. Wu Tian responded with devastating strikes, his staff expanding and contracting in the blink of an eye, forcing Vergil to adapt at every moment.

The battle became a mad blur.

Vergil disappeared and reappeared in flashes of cutting darkness, dancing between divine blows. Wu Tian kept up with supernatural reflexes, dodging by a hair's breadth or blocking with brutal force.

Each impact reverberated like an earthquake, cracking the ground and sending debris flying into the sky.

Each exchange of blows shattered the city around them.

And amidst the chaos...

Vergil laughed.

Louder.

More insane.

"MORE! STRONGER! SHOW ME WHAT A HERO CAN DO!"

Vergil tore through the air with a fierce strike, releasing a wave of energy that cracked the very night sky. The fury of his blade made the space scream.

But Wu Tian did not falter.

He spun the Ruyi Jingu Bang, dissipating the energy with a single strike, then charged forward, his golden eyes burning with absolute resolve.

"YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ANYTHING YET, DEMON KING!"

They collided again.

And the world trembled with the impact.

The sky was torn apart.

The ground shattered.

The very world bowed before the uncontrollable violence of these two monsters.

And Vergil?

He laughed.

His heart hammered in a maddening frenzy.

Adrenaline burned through his veins like an addictive poison.

He wanted more.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS GLORIOUS!"

His eyes shone with a bestial red, his demonic aura exploding around him like a black, hungry, devouring fire.

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Wu Tian didn't respond with words.

He responded with power.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang expanded once more, becoming a celestial pillar, large enough to crush mountains. It descended upon Vergil with the force of a god, the impact about to sweep everything around them.

But Vergil?

He smiled.

And advanced.

"DON'T RUN, BUG!"

He sliced through reality itself with Yamato, disappearing in a flash of darkness. In the next instant, he reappeared high above Wu Tian, his blade descending in a perfect, fatal arc.

Wu Tian dodged at the last second, spinning the staff to counterattack.

But Vergil was even faster.

Each of his movements was a blur of destruction.

Each of his strikes was a hurricane of pure carnage.

Yamato danced in his hands like an extension of his very soul, seeking to break through any defense, any barrier, any obstacle between him and the supreme ecstasy of battle.

Wu Tian fought like a divine hero.

But Vergil?

Vergil fought like a demon driven mad by war.

"COME ON! COME ON! FIGHT WITH EVERYTHING YOU HAVE, HERO!"

The sacred city no longer existed.

Everything had been reduced to rubble and dust—the battle between the two consumed everything around them like a furious storm, a war between divinity and demon where only destruction was certain.

Vergil spun in the air, dodging a blow that would have pulverized an entire castle, and landed with an impact that made the ground sink, cracking the earth around him.

For a brief moment, he stopped.

And then, he smiled.

"I wonder…"

His aura exploded like a storm, the demonic pressure becoming dense, almost suffocating, like an impenetrable sea of darkness. The ground around him cracked under the weight of his presence. The air grew heavy, dense as if the world itself was bending to his will. Even Wu Tian felt the pressure—something so overwhelming that his breath nearly faltered.

"What if I took this seriously?"

Wu Tian narrowed his eyes, sensing the change in the air, in the atmosphere, in the very essence of this being.

Vergil opened his arms as if challenging the universe itself.

And the world screamed.

The sky turned black.

The earth trembled.

A storm of chaos formed around the Demon King—a hurricane of destruction and pure power, enveloping him in an infernal aura.

"LET'S TAKE THIS TO THE NEXT LEVEL!"

He vanished. And in that moment, the real battle began.

'He's stronger than my base form... there's no way to fight him without using that...' Vergil thought, flying away with a lightning-fast movement.

As he distanced himself, the air around him seemed to split, as if something within him was about to awaken. He stopped for a moment, floating in the void, his body trembling with rising energy. Something deep and primal was stirring inside him, tearing at his limitations.

The skies around him began to darken, a dense and crushing pressure taking shape around his body, as if space itself was warping.

Vergil closed his eyes, breathing deeply. When he opened them again, his eyes glowed a deep red, and his presence became even more intense, almost inhuman. He amplified the force of the energy emanating from him, becoming a power that defied the very balance of the world.

The demonic aura surrounding Vergil grew exponentially, his waves of power expanding, and his shadows becoming more imposing, as if he was transforming the very reality around him.

His body seemed to float, but at the same time, it felt as though he was engulfing the air itself with his fury. The edges of his back curled, a distorted and wild energy corrupting the lines of his form, almost as if something was taking shape behind him. The transformation was so powerful that it almost made him unrecognizable, as if he had become more than human.

He looked at Wu Tian, his eyes now threads of burning light, a predatory smile forming on his lips.

"Now... it's my turn."

And the true fight intensified.