My Wives are Beautiful Demons

127  She knows about the Demons.

"She… threw you off a building?" Vergil raised an eyebrow, not because he was shocked or doubtful—it was just that this was exactly the kind of thing Sapphire would do without hesitation to prove a point. She was insane, after all. And a Demon… Being like that was just part of her nature. "Yeah, she threw me off that building right there. And it's 310 meters tall," Felicia said as if it were no big deal, continuing to sip the expensive wine the waiter had just served. Vergil pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to process the information. "So… Sapphire showed up at your house, told you I was a demon, then threw you off a building… and you thought that was normal?" Felicia took another sip of wine, swirling the glass slightly before responding. "Normal? No. But convincing? Absolutely. When you're falling from a 310-meter building and something invisible stops you mere inches from the ground, you start reevaluating the concept of normal." Katharina finally managed to compose herself, but couldn't stop the laugh that slipped out. "That is so typical of my mother… using a dramatic method to prove a point. And you're okay with this?" Felicia shot Katharina a sharp look, though a slight smirk played at her lips. "Well, considering she handed me the keys to a corporate empire afterward, I guess I can let it slide." Vergil sighed, leaning back in his chair. "This is insane. Completely insane. She just… decided you should be the CEO of a multibillion-dollar company because… why? What's the reasoning behind that?" Felicia shrugged, as if discussing the restaurant's menu. "She said it was to protect your legacy. Something about maintaining balance between humans and demons. Frankly, I tuned out half of what she said because I was too busy processing the fact that my son is a demon married to the heir of a Demon Queen." "Three heirs," Vergil muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Ada and Roxanne are daughters of the other two queens…" Felicia froze for a moment, her gaze fixed on Vergil as she processed the information. Slowly, she set her wineglass down, crossed her arms, and leaned forward, her face a mix of disbelief and exasperation. "Three Demon Queens?" she repeated, each word sounding as though she was biting into it. "You're telling me not only are you a demon, but you're married to three heirs of infernal queens who just happen to rule the Underworld?" Katharina tried to interject, raising her hand with a nervous smile. "Technically, Roxanne's mother is more of a Lady of Hell, but—" "That doesn't help!" Felicia snapped, pointing at her without even looking. Vergil scratched the back of his neck, discomfort evident. "Well, it wasn't exactly planned, Mom. Things… happened. Like, it's Katharina's fault. She made the wrong pact when reviving me, and then stuff happened, and now I have Roxanne and Ada too." Felicia froze mid-sip of her wine, her gaze fixed on Vergil as if trying to decipher whether he was joking or genuinely crazy enough to casually mention dying in passing. "You… died?!" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the private restaurant, causing even the waitstaff discreetly watching from afar to freeze in place. Vergil sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "Mom, calm down, okay? It's over. I'm fine now." "Calm down?!" Felicia slammed the wineglass onto the table so forcefully Katharina had to intervene to stop it from breaking. "My son died and is sitting here talking about it like he lost his car keys! How did you die? Who killed you?!" "It was a fallen angel…" Vergil began, trying to sound calm, but his mother's gaze grew sharper with every word. "For some reason I still don't understand, he showed up, said a few cryptic things, and killed me. Then she"—he gestured toward Katharina—"revived me as a demon."

Felicia's jaw dropped. "Just like that? You got killed, and she brought you back?!"

Katharina, unable to contain her laughter, covered her mouth with her hand. "Well… technically, yes."

"That does not help!" Felicia jabbed a finger at her, her expression a mix of disbelief and frustration. "And you! You made the wrong pact? How does that even happen? You two are… you're…"

"Walking disasters?" Katharina offered with a cheeky smile, making Vergil roll his eyes.

"Yes! Exactly that!" Felicia exclaimed. She stood abruptly, pacing back and forth, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "A fallen angel. A botched pact. Three demonic wives. Vergil, your life isn't a web novel; it's a low-budget horror movie!"

"Look, Mom, I know it sounds bad—"

"Sounds bad?! You died, Vergil! D-I-E-D! That's bad in any language!"

Katharina let out a muffled laugh, and Felicia turned to her with a look of pure exasperation. "And you're laughing? You think this is funny? Really?"

"Well," Katharina began, trying to maintain a light tone, "Vergil's alive now, isn't he? And let's be honest—he's only in this mess because he's special. There's something about this man that makes everyone, alive or dead, interested in him. Myself included." She winked at Felicia, who crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed.

Felicia sighed heavily and sat back down. "Alright, let's recap. A fallen angel killed you. Katharina made a wrong pact to bring you back. Now you're a newborn demon with three wives and a truckload of interdimensional problems. Am I missing anything?"

Vergil hesitated. "I… think that's it. Just that."

"Just that?!" Felicia yelled again, and Vergil immediately fell silent, glancing at Katharina as though asking for help.

Katharina only shrugged. "You asked for this, darling."

"Well…" Vergil murmured, "At least tell me how Sapphire approached you? I have a bad feeling…" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

That Day…

Felicia stood in her sleek, modern kitchen, stirring a pot of simmering sauce while humming an old tune that brought back memories of simpler times.

The house was eerily quiet… not that she wasn't used to it. Ever since Vergil left to "find his own path" (which apparently included living with beautiful women), she spent most of her days alone.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Felicia frowned. She wasn't expecting anyone. Turning off the stove, she wiped her hands on a dish towel and walked to the door, suspicion growing with every step. She peeked through the peephole and froze.

A towering woman—towering—stood on her porch, her expression calm yet commanding. Felicia's throat went dry as she took in the details: long, crimson hair that cascaded like silk, piercing emerald eyes that seemed to see right through the door, and a physique that defied logic—muscular and curvaceous all at once. The black crop top she wore made it clear this woman knew exactly the impact she had… and cared very little about it.

Felicia opened the door slowly, trying to keep her composure. "Can I help you?"

The woman tilted her head slightly, a smile spreading across her lips. "What a pleasure to finally meet you, Felicia Kennedy." Her voice was deep yet undeniably feminine, carrying a hypnotic quality that sent shivers down Felicia's spine.

"Of course. I'm Sapphire Agares." She extended her hand, but not for a handshake; it was a gesture brimming with authority, as if expecting Felicia to kiss it or something. "Katharina's mother, among other things."

Felicia blinked several times, trying to process the information. "Ah, yes… Katharina… the redhead who kidnapped my son from me."

"She's married to my daughter, it's only natural they live together." Sapphire smiled, the grin growing. "Oh, he's fine. Don't worry, I'm here exactly to clear up these things. May I come in?"

Sapphire Agares... was... being kind?

Before Felicia could respond, Sapphire walked past her as though she had already been invited. The woman was a force of nature, both in presence and literally, because Felicia felt a gust of wind as she entered.

"Um, sure, why not?" Felicia murmured, closing the door and trying to compose herself. "You said… you're Katharina's mother? Why are you here?"

Sapphire looked around, inspecting the house as if she were a real estate evaluator. "Ah, that's a long story. But to summarize: your son is a demon. More special than you could ever imagine." She turned to face Felicia, her eyes glowing with an intensity that made Felicia take a step back. "Well, you're his mother, so of course you need to know this soon, and he would probably hide it, but I don't like lies, so I'm telling you upfront."

Identical… Sapphire thought while eyeing Felicia's appearance… So very identical...

Felicia stared at Sapphire, still trying to process the avalanche of information.

"Wait, wait…" Felicia raised her hands as if trying to hold the whole world in place. "You said my son is… what? A demon? Is this some kind of elaborate joke? Because, honestly, I've had bad days, but this one is climbing to the top of the list."

Sapphire tilted her head, examining Felicia with a penetrating look. "No, it's not a joke. Vergil is a demon. Not just any demon, of course. He's married to my daughter, and I'm a Queen." She pointed to her head as curved horns began to emerge from it.

Felicia stared at Sapphire, her eyes wide and mouth agape as the curved horns elegantly grew from the woman's head, towering over her by at least two meters. "You just… do this, just like that?"

Sapphire tilted her head, a wild grin spreading across her face. "Of course. Why not? I'm a queen, darling, and I don't have time for human subtleties." She gestured dramatically as if about to proclaim something important. "Besides, when you're as magnificent as I am, hiding something like this is a disservice to the world."

Felicia blinked, trying to process the information and attitude, but before she could form a coherent sentence, Sapphire twirled dramatically around the room as though on a catwalk. "Look at this. This power. This stature. This beauty." She flexed an arm, her impressive bicep clearly visible. "This is what true power looks like."

"You… are crazy!" Felicia exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Not crazy, my dear. Just… above the norms." Sapphire laughed, a sound that echoed like thunder through the house, causing the nearby lamp to tremble dangerously. "And if you think this is shocking, you should see what my daughter and your son have been up to. Do you really think I'd let anyone marry Katharina? I'd destroy continents for less!"

"Ah, great, so you're possessive and have delusions of grandeur!" Felicia shot back, still dazed by the spectacle Sapphire was putting on.

"Delusions?" Sapphire suddenly stopped, staring at Felicia with eyes glowing a threatening shade of gold. "Delusions imply I can't back it up. Want to test that theory, human? The last time… A meteor fell on the Vatican."