My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The silence was heavy, almost suffocating.

Sepphirothy rose slowly, her presence dominating the space like an eclipse devouring the light. The Pope, writhing in agony on the cold stone floor, was nothing more than an irrelevant detail to her. Her sharp eyes were fixed on a single target.

"You, descendant of one of China's most powerful warriors..." Her voice cut like blades, carrying something beyond mere disdain. "And yet, you lower your head to worms who hide behind dogmas."

Wu Tian clenched his fists, his teeth grinding. But he did not retort. What right did he have to speak in her presence?

"Your master would never have accepted superior orders to protect a monster like this." Sepphirothy spat the words like venom, her gaze overflowing with judgment. But there was something more… an echo of recognition, as if she knew Wukong beyond just the stories.

Wu Tian tried to open his mouth, but she silenced him with a sharp look.

"Your excuses do not interest me. The only reason you're still breathing, boy, is because I owe your master a favor." She tilted her head, analyzing every fragment of hesitation within him. "If not for that… your head would already be rolling for this pathetic interference."

Then, without waiting for a response, her eyes lifted to the heavens, her lips curling into a sharp smile.

"You should teach your disciple better."

The words were cast like a challenge. And as if fate itself had heard the call—

WHOOSH!

The sky shattered in a golden flash.

A blazing cloud plummeted like a meteor, sweeping through the air with crushing pressure. The impact made the ground tremble, cracks spreading like roots beneath everyone's feet.

And when the dust settled, he was there.

Perched upon the celestial cloud, a figure clad in golden armor. The staff in his hands gleamed as if carrying the very power of the firmament, and his eyes… burning embers of sheer authority.

Sun Wukong.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Vergil, watching it all like a predator studying its prey, raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. Wu Tian swallowed hard, unable to move.

Wukong, however, simply swept the scene with his piercing gaze. The mutilated Pope, Wu Tian with his head bowed, Sepphirothy standing impassively. And, of course, Vergil, who merely smirked upon feeling the weight of his attention.

The Monkey King let out a long sigh, shaking his head.

"I'll admit… dealing with Sapphire is still more fun than dealing with you, Sepphirothy."

She laughed, tossing her hair back. "Of course it is. With Sapphire, all you need to do is pummel each other until half the continent is reduced to ruins."

Sepphirothy stepped forward, her gaze as sharp as a blade carving her threat into the air.

"With me? You have to think before you act."

The ground around her cracked violently. The atmosphere grew heavy, as if an invisible force was crushing everything around them.

Sun Wukong spun the staff between his fingers, his gaze narrowing. "Yeah... that really makes you fucking annoying."

Vergil tilted his head, clearly enjoying the unfolding scene. But he remained silent.

Wu Tian, on the other hand, seemed to shrink in the presence of two titans facing off.

"So?" Sepphirothy raised an eyebrow. "Came here to talk, or do you plan on defending this scum?"

Sun Wukong closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply. When he opened them again, the embers burned even brighter.

"If it were centuries ago... I would have ripped his head off before you even had a chance," his voice was calm but carried an ancient weight. "But times have changed."

Sepphirothy scoffed, a cold smile creeping onto her lips.

"Times have changed?"

Sepphirothy took a step forward, her eyes cold as obsidian blades. She pointed at the fallen Pope, his bloodied and mutilated body reduced to a pathetic remnant of the man who once thought himself divine.

"And yet... monsters like him still walk among us."

Her tone was pure disdain, each word laced with judgment.

"Tell me, Monkey King... what really has changed? Because, to me, all I see are the same monsters as always, just wearing different clothes."

For a brief moment, Wukong's eyes darkened, as if he were sinking into an abyss of distant memories. Then... he smiled.

"Want to know? You're right."

Sun Wukong took a step forward, every movement carrying an aura of unwavering resolve. "Then let's finish this the right way."

He raised his staff, and as if the world itself responded, the ground trembled beneath his feet. Sepphirothy's smile widened, pleased.

"Exactly what I wanted to hear." Her voice was a whisper, sharp as a blade.

Wukong didn't hesitate.

In an instant, his staff carried the weight of a thousand storms.

BOOOOOOM!

The ground shattered beneath him, fragments of stone and dust rising like a furious storm.

The wind roared.

The space seemed to vibrate.

And then…

CRACK!

The Pope's skull shattered with a dry, grotesque explosion.

His dead eyes didn't even have a moment to register the inevitable. His body was crushed like a mere insect, the impact scattering blood and broken bones like dust carried by the wind.

The Vatican plunged into a deathly silence.

Wu Tian felt a shiver run down his spine, the sheer weight of the moment paralyzing him.

Sepphirothy let out a satisfied sigh and smiled, her eyes gleaming with the cruel satisfaction of a judgment fulfilled.

"Now this... this is a worthy judgment."

Sun Wukong spun the staff one last time before resting it on his shoulder, as if the entire scene was just another task accomplished.

"It was quick. It was fair. It was necessary."

Vergil watched it all, his expression impassive, but the corners of his mouth threatened to curl into a smile. Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

After all... he hated prolonging the inevitable.

"Considering how this ended, I have nothing to do with this," Vergil said, raising a hand in mock surrender. "In case of celestial investigation, the blame is on Monkey King Wukong." He said, smiling...

"I think you're confused..." Wukong spoke, looking at Vergil. "These 'Inquisition' guys aren't affiliated with God." He said neutrally. "Like... you didn't think someone like that, doing experiments, is affiliated with a divine being, right?"

"They aren't?" Vergil asked, confused, and Wukong turned to Sepphirothy...

"See? I'm not such a bad teacher," he questioned, looking at the woman.

She just shrugged. "In terms of combat, if he hadn't held back, yours would've been dead." She shrugged again.

"Ah, sure, it would've been," Wukong mocked sarcastically, turning back to Vergil...

"King Demon, you still don't know the world, so let me make it clear... Nothing is as it seems, and don't be easily fooled by appearances or fallacies. These guys, the self-proclaimed Inquisition, aren't even considered one of the factions that make up the power cycle of the world." Wukong explained and looked at Sepphirothy.

"I'll warn the heroes about the imminent destruction of the Inquisition. That guy the kid tried to kill, the blonde one, he didn't die. He ran off before you arrived." Wukong warned.

"Leave him alive, if he raises the Inquisition again, just kill him again. Our rules don't allow mass genocide of all those who follow the Inquisition."

Vergil sighed, relaxing his shoulders. "So bureaucratic..."

Sepphirothy crossed her arms, her gaze still cold. "Rules or not, if this plague persists, someone will have to eradicate it."

Wukong laughed, casually spinning his staff. "That's why I like you, Sepphirothy. Always practical."

Wu Tian remained silent, absorbing every word. His pride had been crushed, but the truth was undeniable. He still had much to learn.

"So?" Vergil looked around. "What's the next step? Are we going to celebrate this victory, or do we already have another enemy to crush?"

"Take this back." Sepphirothy said, approaching the Pope's dead body. "Held on until the last moment." She said, pulling a dagger from inside the Pope's robes.

"Look at this... what do we have here?" She said, smiling before tossing it into Vergil's hands.

"Huh?" he questioned, looking at it before feeling the energy...

"Hahaha, another one!" Vergil smiled. "Another Fragment of Excalibur!"

[Sapphire's Mansion...]

"Goddamn..." Morgana exclaimed, her eyes wide as she stared at the little girl in front of her. "What the hell did you do?"

Alice smiled sheepishly, rubbing her cheek with her finger. "Well... I kind of remade all the magic you taught me."

Morgana blinked, confused. "Remade?"

"They were slow and inefficient..." Alice explained, looking away as if embarrassed. "So I... altered all the formulas."

The silence hung heavily in the air.

"Show me." Morgana said, her voice a mix of disbelief and fascination.

Alice hesitated for a moment but then grabbed a piece of paper and began to scribble—intricate symbols, magical sequences of absurd complexity, equations that defied all known arcane logic. And the worst part? She explained everything as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Morgana felt a chill run down her spine. "Alice..."

"Hm?"

"How old are you again?"

Alice tilted her head, thoughtful. "Hmm... hard to say. I lost my memories after being thrown into the Demon Realm, but, based on my body... maybe around eleven years old?"

Morgana fell silent.

After a few seconds, she took a deep breath, running her hand over her face as if she needed to process everything.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but..." She finally spoke, looking at Alice with a serious expression. "You just created a new magic system."