My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The two weeks that followed were a period of recovery, rest, and, in some ways, frustration for Vergil. Although his body was incredibly resilient, the Death Curse that Spectro had inflicted on him was not something that would simply fade with time. Sepphirothy had managed to remove the remnants of the cursed energy before it could spread throughout his system, but the scars left by that attack required more than just magic to heal. His body was overwhelmed, forcing him to slow down—something he was not used to doing. After all, ever since he became a demon, Vergil had been consumed by this chaotic world and had not had a moment of respite. Despite his endurance, Vergil accepted that he needed to rest. For the first time in a long while, he was able to truly stop and enjoy his own home, surrounded by his wives and loyal followers. Katarina took a more direct role in his recovery, ensuring that he didn't push himself too hard and forcing him to rest when necessary. Roxanne, Ada, Raphaeline, and Stella were always nearby as well, each contributing in their own way—whether by distracting him with conversation or simply keeping him company. The forced downtime allowed Vergil to enjoy things he rarely appreciated. The days were peaceful, spent between well-prepared meals, long baths, and moments of leisure with those around him. Even Viviane, who was usually more reserved, was present—though in a more restrained manner, clearly dealing with her own feelings toward him after that... shock... Zex and Iridia never missed a chance to tease her about it, encouraging her to get closer, which always resulted in embarrassed expressions and adorable reactions from the young mage. However, while Vergil enjoyed his recovery, the world around him did not stop. Paimon, who had taken the lead in the search for Spectro and his generals, began to face significant difficulties. Initially, the traces left by Spectro and his group were evident. Some locations showed remnants of their presence, residual energy, and signs of battles or recent occupation. But as the days passed, all the clues seemed to vanish. The demons sent by Paimon to hunt them down returned empty-handed, frustrated by their inability to follow a solid trail… or they simply never returned at all. It seemed that Spectro had completely disappeared from the map—and that was a problem. Someone so powerful and dangerous vanishing without a trace was not a good sign. With each passing day without new information, Paimon grew more restless, her temper becoming more unstable as she realized she was dealing with an enemy who knew exactly how to erase his tracks. Meanwhile, rumors began to circulate through the underworld and among other races. Not only that, but… the human media continued to dig deeper into what had happened that day in Los Angeles… until Interpol itself had to intervene, feeding the public a lie about a new terrorist threat to keep them away from supernatural affairs. However, the supernatural world still knew the truth. Many speculated about the events in Los Angeles—the battle between Vergil, Seraphina, Lucian, Dante, and Spectro. The confrontation had been so intense that its repercussions were felt in multiple places, sparking concern and, in some cases, fear. Some factions began moving behind the scenes, trying to understand what was really happening and what the next steps of each side involved would be. Vergil followed all of this closely, even while recovering. Though he was enjoying his break, he never stopped monitoring events, constantly requesting updates from Paimon. He knew that this moment of calm was only temporary. Spectro had not vanished completely without a reason, and Vergil was certain that he would return at some point—and when that happened, he wanted to be ready. Vergil had not forgotten what Spectro had done to Viviane, and he never would. Still, as aware as he was of the threats around him, Vergil did not allow them to completely overshadow his time of rest. He spent time with those who stood by his side, enjoyed his meals without hurry, trained lightly to regain his strength gradually, and even indulged in a few moments of relaxation—something he had not allowed himself to do in a long time. By the end of the two weeks, he was practically recovered. His body was strong again, his mind sharp, and his determination unwavering. He knew that his time of rest had come to an end. Spectro was still out there, plotting something, and Vergil had no intention of simply waiting to find out what it was. The war was far from over. "So… he disappeared completely?" Vergil questioned, his voice filled with incredulity and irritation. His eyes locked onto the woman sitting comfortably in a striking pink armchair, as if the situation wasn't grave enough to wipe the carefree look off her face. He was in Paimon's domain, deep in the underworld—a place he normally wouldn't mind being. But this time, the atmosphere was neither fun nor indulgent. He hadn't come alone. At his side, Ada remained silent, arms crossed, observing everything with her sharp and calculating gaze. "Yes… nothing." Paimon responded with a grim expression, gesturing toward the numerous screens scattered across the walls, each displaying different locations around the world. "Every continent on Earth? Nothing." She switched the images. "The other eight realms? Nothing." Another transition. "The underworld? Nothing." Another. "The Witch's Realm? Nothing." "Not even the Gods I have contact with know anything." She drummed her fingers against the armchair, her eyes flashing with frustration. Vergil frowned. "Not a single trace? A clue?" Paimon scoffed, throwing her head back against the chair's headrest. "Not even fucking Aphrodite!" she shouted, pressing her temples. Vergil raised an eyebrow. Ada tilted her head slightly, intrigued. "You heard me right!" Paimon pointed at him, her fingers trembling with rage. "The Goddess of Sex! The one who has contacts in every damn corner of the world! If there's anyone who could track down a man, it would be her!" She suddenly stood up, pacing back and forth. "And guess what? Even she doesn't know!" Paimon spun on her heel, her eyes burning with a mix of indignation and unease. "This is a problem, Vergil. A huge problem." Vergil sighed, leaning back on the dark leather couch. "So he's not just hiding. He's been erased from the very concept of existence…" Ada finally spoke, her voice firm and calm. "That means someone is concealing him. And whoever it is has power that rivals even that of the Gods." Silence weighed in the room for a few moments. Vergil closed his eyes briefly, lost in thought. Spectro and his generals… they hadn't just fled. They had been erased from the map, as if they had never existed. This wasn't a simple escape. Someone was hiding them. And that idea disturbed him more than he cared to admit. When he opened his eyes again, a cold determination gleamed within them. His gaze locked onto Paimon. "Give me a list of everyone capable of camouflaging that bastard." His voice was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "I will find him, no matter who's behind this." Paimon let out a heavy sigh, rolling her eyes. "Oh, come on! I already told you, there's no one!" She threw her hands up, clearly frustrated. That was when Ada, who had been silently observing the exchange, decided to intervene. "Nyx could do it." Her voice was calm, but filled with certainty. Vergil and Paimon immediately turned their heads to look at her, surprised. "What?" Paimon frowned. "Are you saying that Nyx, the Primordial of the Night, might be involved in this?" Ada shrugged, as if explaining something far too obvious. "No, I said she could do it. But besides that, my mother knows Nyx. They've traded swords in the past." Vergil crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. "To think that Raphaeline had such an obsession with swords that she'd negotiate with a Primordial… That's crazy." Ada let out a short chuckle. "My mother is friends with Tsukuyomi. And he was the one who introduced her to Nyx. So, in a way… she has these connections." "How does your mother know Tsukuyomi?!" Paimon asked, clearly intrigued. After all… she didn't even know Tsukuyomi! And he was, like… an Archon, a rank above a Demon King. Ada simply smirked, enjoying their reactions. "Women love gossip, especially when it involves ancient swords. Who knows how that friendship started?" Paimon scoffed, crossing her arms. "That makes no damn sense…" Vergil, on the other hand, just chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, if Nyx can hide someone like Spectro, and Raphaeline has a way to reach her… Looks like we just found a new lead." Paimon let out a heavy sigh, throwing herself back into her armchair. "Great. So now, on top of hunting down a damn ghost, we have to deal with one of the oldest entities in the universe. Why can't my life just be simple?" Vergil smirked, his expression gaining a predatory glint. "Then maybe it's time we paid the Goddess of the Night a visit." Ada sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly. I just wanted a date… she thought, feeling the exhaustion settle in. Two weeks of peace. Just two weeks… and her husband was already ready to throw himself back into action. TRIIINNGGG! TRIIINNGGG! The insistent ringing of a phone broke the moment. Ada blinked, pulling the device from her pocket and answering without much urgency. "Hm?" She held the phone to her ear, listening to the voice on the other end. "Yeah, he's with me." A brief pause. "You want to talk to him? Okay, sure, I'll pass it over…" She pulled the phone away and handed it to Vergil. "Katharina's on the line." Vergil raised an eyebrow, taking the phone. It was rare for Katharina to call him directly, which immediately set off an alarm in his mind. He brought the phone to his ear. "Hey?" The response came sharp as a blade. "Listen to me carefully." Katharina's voice was serious, with no trace of hesitation. "Alexa… was attacked earlier tonight. Can you come here? There's something you need to see."