My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil spoke with calm authority, his voice cutting through the tension in the air. "You wanted an explanation?" he asked, his tone steady but commanding. "Here's the only one that matters: I married the most beautiful demons in this world. Of course, I would take the surnames of my beloved wives. Isn't that right, Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne?"

As he spoke, two women materialized out of nowhere, standing beside him and clutching his arms.

"That's absolutely right!" Katharina said, holding onto him tightly.

"Look at my husband... all of you should be ashamed! Leave my sweetheart alone!" Roxanne shouted, her voice sharp and protective.

"Oh, you bitches... get out of here! This is my moment!" The Bloody Bride suddenly leapt from the stage, wrapping her arms around Vergil from behind in an iron embrace.

The arena fell silent, the weight of the moment more oppressive than any magical barrier or bloodlust. Every spectator was in a state of near-total shock. Anyone with even a shred of social awareness understood the gravity of what had just transpired. Those who lacked such awareness trembled nonetheless, overwhelmed by an instinctive dread. Processing what had occurred was beyond them.

Magnus Phenex, once a symbol of invincibility, lay defeated and humiliated on the ground, while Vergil stood tall and unyielding. Flanking him were his wives, exuding an aura of authority and intimidation.

The scoreboard continued to shine brightly with Vergil's full name, engraving his identity into three of the most powerful demonic bloodlines: Agares, Baal, and Sitri.

Runeas Gremory, heir to the illustrious Gremory clan, sat in her private box, gripping the marble railing so tightly it began to crack. Her crimson eyes glowed with a mix of curiosity, shock, and something else entirely.

"This is impossible... Fufufu..." she murmured, a faint, tremulous laugh escaping her lips. "Agares, Baal, and Sitri? This contradicts everything we know about demonic bloodlines. How can one man wield such power?" she wondered aloud, her gaze flickering to Victoria, who stood beside her observing the scene.

"I've lived a thousand years, and I assure you, this should not be possible, Lady Runeas," Victoria replied, her voice sharp and measured. "But considering her, it might be best to ignore the impossible." She directed her gaze toward a woman seated in one of the VIP areas, sipping wine with evident satisfaction.

Runeas ignored her, her mind racing with thoughts of how this revelation could impact the prestige of her own lineage. If Vergil's fame solidified, it could even overshadow the Gremory name. "He must be watched closely," she murmured, almost to herself. "Very closely." A slow smile spread across her lips, and any concerns about her clan faded entirely from her mind, vanishing as if they had never existed.

Runeas was not the only one unsettled by this revelation.

Elias Shax, heir to the Shax clan, finally whispered, almost to himself, "Vergil Agares, Baal, Sitri... Who is this guy? Some kind of monster?"

Beside him, a clanmate tried to lighten the mood with a joke. "Maybe he's just an opportunist with good luck."

Elias turned his head slowly, fixing the young man with a lethal glare. "Did you see what he did to Magnus? That wasn't luck. That was skill. Skill and something more... something we can't afford to ignore," he muttered.

"A man tied to three royal demon clans... this is a disaster in the making. The Archons won't let this stand," he concluded before turning his attention back to the arena, where the unfolding scene felt like a dramatic plot twist in a saga.

"Keep a close eye on him," Elias ordered.

"Understood, young master."

Meanwhile, Mael Raum, another observer of the young demon assembly, sat silently in his reserved area, his fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest of his chair. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes gleamed with intense curiosity.

"He humiliated Magnus in a way we've never seen before," Mael said, breaking the silence. "And now we find out he carries the weight of three royal clans. This is no coincidence."

"Do you think he's trying to consolidate political power?" asked a maid with striking blue hair and green eyes.

Mael shook his head. "No. This guy just wants to fight. He's like Sapphire—nothing matters to him except the thrill of battle. You saw it yourself; he takes more pleasure in breaking and humiliating opponents than in wielding power. If he cared about politics, he wouldn't display himself so openly. He doesn't play by the established rules. We need to study his every move."

Jade Beleth, heir to the Beleth clan, stood with her hands on her hips, observing Vergil through the glass like a predator sizing up her prey. She clicked her tongue, clearly frustrated.

"Three royal clans? Tch, this is irritating," Jade muttered, her frustration evident as she glanced at her companions. "If he's so strong, why didn't he show up before? Was he waiting for the perfect moment to make this grand entrance? I lost a bet because of him!"

"Miss, our investigations confirm he's only been a demon for seven months," one of her bodyguards suggested cautiously.

Jade narrowed her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. "Nonsense! He just flipped all our priorities upside down. I want everything on him—where he was born, how he was trained, who his allies are, and his family. I won't let a man like this walk through the Underworld without knowing his weaknesses."

While the heirs grappled with their reactions, the general audience was in complete uproar. Voices blended in a cacophony of praise, disbelief, and fear.

"Is he a secret heir? Why did no one know about this before?"

"If he bears the names Agares, Baal, and Sitri... then he's more powerful than any living Demon King! He's practically an Archon!"

"Is he going to challenge the entire system? This is a threat to the Underworld's stability!"

Despite the rampant speculation, one thing was clear: no one could look away from Vergil. He had become the undeniable center of attention, his mere presence carrying the gravitational pull of a black hole.

Amid the chaos, Vergil remained unshaken, standing firm like an unbreakable mountain. Beside him, Katharina and Roxanne radiated confidence, as though savoring the audience's reaction.

"Honey, you really know how to steal the spotlight," Roxanne teased, clinging possessively to Vergil's arm.

"It's not stealing if it was always his," Katharina replied, throwing a defiant glance at the crowd.

Meanwhile, Zuri, now back by his side, was entirely unfazed. She casually munched on an apple she had conjured out of nowhere. "You're all making too much fuss over nothing. My master's an idiot—I'm the real star here. Just accept it and move on."

As the tension in the arena began to dissipate, a new scene unfolded far above, beyond the reach of mortal eyes. High among the clouds, separated from common perception by an ethereal glow, stood two figures of overwhelming presence.

The first figure was imposing and stern. His golden gaze, as sharp as a celestial blade, seemed to pierce through every layer of existence. This was Amon, the Archon—one of the supreme rulers of the Underworld, whose power and wisdom transcended the comprehension of younger demons.

Beside him, more relaxed but no less threatening, stood Sapphire Agares. Despite her casual demeanor, the mischievous glint in her eyes made it clear that every word and action was calculated. The wind played with her red hair as she looked down at the arena with a sly smile.

Amon's eyes were fixed on Vergil as the young man began to leave the arena with his wives in tow. His analytical gaze seemed to dissect Vergil, unraveling his deepest secrets. After a long silence, his voice rumbled like distant thunder.

"He has *that* blood," Amon stated, his tone cold and heavy with ancient weight. His gaze didn't waver. "Why did you let him live, Sapphire? He should have been eliminated at birth."

Sapphire tilted her head slightly, as if she had anticipated the question. Her smile widened, and a playful spark lit up her blue eyes.

"Oh, my dear friend..." Sapphire began, her voice smooth and laced with subtle provocation. "People with *that* blood are usually fragile—they break before they can become anything useful. But him..." She gestured gracefully in Vergil's direction. "He was always different."

Amon raised an eyebrow, his expression as impassive as carved marble. "Different? How exactly?"

Sapphire chuckled, a soft, enigmatic sound. "From the moment he was born, he was already stronger than he should've been. Even before becoming a demon, he *was* a demon in essence. Not by choice or circumstance, but by nature. There was no need to convert him—only to unlock what was already inside."

*'That's why the Contract failed with the girls... how do you turn a demon into a demon?'* she mused briefly, her smile widening.

Amon narrowed his eyes. "That still doesn't explain why you chose to protect him."

Sapphire's smile darkened, taking on a predatory edge. "His mother appears human, but there's something about her I haven't fully identified. And his father..." She paused, her gaze holding Amon's as if testing his patience.

Amon tilted his head slightly, waiting for her to continue.

"Dead," Sapphire said casually, as if commenting on the weather. "I confirmed it myself. An intriguing figure, but nothing that posed any real threat or resistance. With him gone, Vergil became an irresistible investment. He's unique, Amon. Something we haven't seen in ages."

The Archon was silent for a moment, weighing her words. Finally, he broke the silence with a question that sounded more like a statement.

"Are you in love?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, and Sapphire's expression cracked almost instantly.

Sapphire, always so composed and calculating, blinked rapidly as if she'd just been dealt a direct blow. Her mischievous smile faltered, and her blue eyes narrowed as she glared at Amon.

"What?" Her voice came out higher and sharper than she intended, but she quickly recovered, clearing her throat and tossing her hair back in an exaggerated show of indifference. "In love? What a ridiculous notion, Amon."

The Archon, his imposing posture unyielding and his gaze unshakable, raised a brow further, a rare hint of amusement flickering across his otherwise austere face.

"You hesitated," he noted simply, his voice carrying a serene, provocative weight. "And, Sapphire, you never hesitate. Especially over something as trivial as feelings."

Sapphire crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one side in a posture that exuded irritation and defiance. "You're overanalyzing. Vergil is... an asset, as I've already said. Nothing more, nothing less. If I'm emotionally involved, it's with his potential. Don't mistake my strategic foresight for something as... mundane as passion."

Amon tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes gleaming with a blend of curiosity and amusement. "Don't misunderstand me, Sapphire. I'm not judging. It's just peculiar that someone with your history of detachment is so... invested in protecting someone like him."

"Invested?" Sapphire echoed, letting out a short, slightly forced laugh. "I simply know how to recognize value when I see it. The boy is special, and you know that as well as I do. This isn't about emotion, Amon. It's pure logic."

The Archon crossed his arms, observing her like a scholar studying a complex puzzle. "Logic, you say. And yet, the tone of your voice and the way you speak of him..." He paused, letting his words hang heavily in the air before finishing, "...tell a different story."

Sapphire opened her mouth to retort but promptly shut it, her cold and calculated demeanor returning. She stepped closer to Amon, her eyes sparking with determination.

"If you think you're seeing something beyond the obvious, that's your problem, not mine." She pouted, a rare display of emotion slipping through.

"Pff... HAHAHAHAHA!" Amon burst into uncontrollable laughter, his usually stoic presence breaking as he finally glanced toward Vergil.

*'You've captured the heart of this lunatic? HAHAHAHA, I want to meet you!'* he thought with giddy amusement.