My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Amon sighed deeply and looked at Vergil.

"Currently, the other three Archons have agreed to eliminate you, kid," he said, pausing briefly before continuing, "However..." his eyes shifted slightly toward Sapphire from the corner.

"I can't simply kill you, so we agreed to leave it in the hands of the Demon Queens..." Amon said.

Cabernet looked at him and commented, "The stupidity of the elders has truly reached a new peak; I underestimated the idiocy of the others."

Amon sighed again.

"Well, Paimon and the others were naive, thinking that any of you would lift a finger to attack him..." he murmured. "Sometimes I think they forget that Sapphire is a Living Chaos; none of you would attack Vergil with her by his side."

"Tsk, cowards," Sapphire crossed her arms, disappointed... Well, it had been a while since she'd had a good fight.

"I have a question," Vergil said suddenly...

"Speak," Amon replied.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Why are you beating around the bush so much? Get to the point. I have wives to take care of, and that includes my dear new wives here at my side," Vergil said, uninterestedly looking at his nails, referring to Sapphire and Raphaeline...

"You talk too much, idiot disciple," Sapphire said as her eyes poured out a strong murderous intent toward him.

"You two seem to have a good relationship," Amon said with a provocative smile, waiting for Vergil to reveal more.

"Y-Yes." He stammered and continued, "I love Sapphire very much." He flashed a smile, "Raphaeline, not so much yet—I'm still trying to forgive her for selling my beautiful Ada for a sword, but soon, who knows."

"What~" Sapphire stammered as her face turned slightly red...

As for Raphaeline... 'Damn man...'

"HAHAHAHAHA," Amon let out a sudden demonic laugh upon seeing Sapphire's blushing expression.

A huge vein appeared on her forehead...

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU," she suddenly shouted, making the entire space tremble.

"Sure, try it. I'll be looking forward to putting you to sleep again—our last fight lasted six seconds, remember?" Amon said as if he were a father talking to his spoiled daughter.

The others... well, they were trying to understand why they were there at all. It seemed everything would resolve itself with just Sapphire and Vergil—why did they need to be there?

"That big son of a bitch..." Sapphire growled, her face contorted with anger, her hair glowing faintly like flames, but...

"Dear, you're scaring the others," Vergil said suddenly with a mischievous smile, and Sapphire paused and looked at him, who smiled before glancing at the other three women...

They seemed normal, but Stella's hands... were trembling.

"Don't call me dear," Sapphire said suddenly, and a chain of fire grabbed Vergil's neck and began to squeeze.

'Damn spoiled woman! Just accept your heart! Or are you afraid others will see you in love?!' Vergil grunted as he thought about Sapphire's actions.

"Fine, fine, I won't call you that anymore!" Vergil said, raising his hands in surrender. But Sapphire remained furious...

"Tsk, stop being a spoiled wife," Vergil said, and Sapphire's demonic energy vanished completely with just one gesture...

Sapphire's eyes glimmered... 'He improved... managed to nullify my energy... even though I wasn't even using 1% of it, but... he still nullified it,' she thought, satisfied.

"Good thing I'm not you; I wouldn't want a woman like that," Vergil suddenly heard and turned to Amon.

Vergil smiled, "Good, less competition."

"It seems you've found someone really interesting, Saphy," Amon said suddenly, and Vergil's eyes, in a matter of seconds, turned into two possessive black holes.

"Don't call her by little nicknames," he said as if ready to kill Amon—even though he didn't have the power.

Amon raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile...

"Such a small little fish, calm down," he ordered, and a wave of massive energy surged, paralyzing Vergil.

"Anyway," Amon's voice faltered slightly, and he turned to the demon queens.

"Honestly, there's much I would like to do, but as an Archon, I only have to maintain order and let the Queens rule as they see fit. And now, we have a very big impasse," Amon said, finally returning to the truly concerning matter.

"The fact that Vergil married three heirs to Demon Queens came to light without any preparation, and the order of things is truly problematic right now…"

"Still, the problem doubled with this boy talking about Sapphire and Raphaeline. This isn't public yet, but…" Amon murmured, glancing at Sapphire. "That's likely to cause an even bigger rupture in society," Amon added.

Vergil, who had been merely listening, became curious. "And why does that matter so much?" he questioned.

Amon looked at Vergil with an expression that mixed boredom and frustration, like a teacher trying to explain the basics to a particularly stubborn student.

"Why does it matter so much? Kid, you're married to three heirs of Demon Queens and apparently openly flirting with two of them. The hierarchy of the Demon World is more fragile than a lesser demon's ego. The entire society is on the brink of combustion because of your… impressive ability to create chaos."

Vergil smirked to the side, clearly not taking the lecture seriously. "Sounds like someone's jealous."

Amon ignored the provocation, even as a vein on his forehead pulsed dangerously. "Do you think I'm joking when I say demon society could collapse?" Amon asked in a dark voice.

"There are millions of demons, and every day, more are born—not just those who die and are punished, but even here demons reproduce," Amon began. "We use the hierarchy to control them in a unique way. After all, we can't watch every single one who's born and dictate their lives, so we use the hierarchy system," Amon explained.

"And then you appear—a human who became a demon in less than a year—and you're with almost all the women of the highest society. A society that prioritizes hierarchy. One being holds power over nearly all the Royal Houses."

Vergil leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, his arrogant grin growing as Amon spoke. He looked more bored than concerned with the explanation.

"Oh, so I'm the problem?" Vergil mocked. "Not the fragility of a system that falls apart because one man decides to bring a little charm to Hell?"

The vein on Amon's forehead looked ready to burst. He took a deep breath, clearly holding back the urge to disintegrate the young man in front of him.

"You don't understand, boy." Amon's voice deepened, an ominous echo resonating in the room. "The balance is delicate. Demon society is built on power, respect, and fear. Each Demon King's house governs a sector, and the Archons ensure none of them overstep. When someone like you appears, amassing alliances with the Queens and challenging the norms, you pour gasoline on a system already burning with embers."

"Gasoline? I'd say I'm bringing fireworks," Vergil retorted with a smug grin.

"Vergil!" Sapphire intervened, her gaze sharp as a dagger. "Be quiet before I burn you alive for insolence."

"Oh, darling, so loving as always," Vergil replied, raising his hands in false surrender, though his eyes sparkled with provocation.

Amon rubbed his temples once more, visibly exhausted. "That's the problem. None of you take anything seriously! While you're playing the lovebird couple, Hell is on the brink of civil war. And, boy," he pointed a finger directly at Vergil, "it's your fault."

Vergil finally grew serious, his red eyes shimmering with a darker tone. "You think I'm not taking this seriously? Believe me, Amon, I understand more than you think. But unlike you, who cling to a rotten system, I'm just showing that the system was never that stable to begin with."

Amon stared at him intently, as if trying to read every fiber of Vergil's being. After a long moment, he snorted.

"Looks like that's how things are," Amon said and returned to massaging his temples.

"I had two plans... yes, two very well-constructed plans. The first was to follow the will of the Archons and erase you from history, even if it meant taking Sapphire along," Amon said with a dangerous look. "But that's not possible. Sapphire is far too important—more important than a civil war in Hell," Amon said, turning toward Vergil.

"The second plan was simply to convince you to leave Hell and never return, to exile you completely," Amon continued. However...

"Seeing how Sapphire is now, even though I could fight her and erase her, she would destroy the entire Demon World just because you were exiled—let alone launch more fire meteors into the human world. That would cause another Holy War with the guy up there, who hasn't been too happy lately with his own followers, let alone with demons," Amon said, glancing at Sapphire. "Believe me, the meteor made quite the dent in our relationship with the 'Big Guy,' so we don't have many options."

"Tsk, they kidnapped Stella's daughter, involved Raphaeline's daughter, and my idiot daughter turned the boy who was attacked as well. They're the ones to blame," Sapphire said, crossing her arms.

"Whether they're to blame or not, we're in a complicated situation. That's why... I don't have any other way to resolve this," he said, looking into Vergil's eyes.

"Vergil," Amon called, and Vergil's gaze met his.

"I'm giving you the title of Demon King."