My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Amon's declaration reverberated through the air like an ancient roar, carrying an authority impossible to ignore.

The demonic circle in his hand pulsed with a crimson glow, and the very atmosphere seemed to tremble under the weight of his words.

For a moment, silence reigned supreme.

Then… his voice spread across the entire demonic realm like a symphony, delivering the news not just to the nobles in the hall but to every crazed demon desperate for an answer as to why a man like that commanded such influence.

First, in the grand banquet hall of the Gremory family, the assembled nobles seemed frozen, shock etched across their faces. Some demons opened their mouths as if to speak, but no sound came out.

Others blinked repeatedly, as though trying to wake themselves from an absurd dream.

However, the most unique reactions came from Vergil's three wives.

Ada, the most pragmatic and composed of the trio, rose slowly to her feet, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched. "Sorry, I must've misheard." She glanced around the room as if seeking confirmation.

"Did he just say Vergil Lucifer… Demon King? The Demon King? He… He's got to be joking." Her tone was laced with disbelief.

Katharina, the blunt and outspoken one, laughed—a short, incredulous sound. "No, no, no! This has got to be some cosmic joke. That idiot Vergil, a Demon King?"

She started pacing back and forth. "Okay, considering everything… No, no way. Damn it, now we're the center of attention for the entire demonic world. Though… being a Demon Queen does sound kinda nice—NO! A big NO!" she exclaimed, putting on a small theatrical display.

Roxanne, the gentle and free-spirited one, simply sighed and covered her face with one hand. "Is this serious? This cannot be serious," she murmured through her fingers. "I was expecting something impressive, something monumental… But of course, he goes and does this. The man has no sense of limits."

As the three wives debated among themselves, the rest of the nobles and demons in the hall reacted in various ways.

The elders, especially those from powerful bloodlines, exchanged tense looks, their concern evident. The name Lucifer carried an ancestral weight, and the idea of a new Demon King bearing that name was almost an affront to tradition. Mutters of disapproval and disbelief rippled through the crowd.

"Is this a joke?"

"How did someone like that ascend so quickly?"

"This is dangerous. Very dangerous."

Meanwhile, the younger and more ambitious demons displayed expressions of pure astonishment and, in some cases, excitement.

They saw something different—a chance for something new. Vergil didn't fit the mold of the other Kings; he was an unpredictable figure.

Chaotic, yes, but undeniably strong.

And above all, he belonged to none of the old dynasties.

"Vergil Lucifer… it does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"If he pulled this off, maybe he deserves the title…"

"This guy's killed thousands on his own. Maybe he really does have what it takes."

As Vergil left with his three beloved Demon Queens, he found the hall in complete chaos. Well…

As for Vergil himself, he stood still, watching the scene unfold with a mix of weariness and indifference, as though all the commotion was something he had entirely anticipated.

Vergil sighed, visibly tired, and muttered under his breath, "Idiots…" as the echoes of the name Vergil Lucifer reverberated across the entire Underworld.

Then, with a completely carefree tone and a mischievous smile, he called out:

"Hey, my lovely wives."

The entire hall froze. Conversations ceased, breaths were held, and even the most powerful demons seemed to turn to stone for a moment. Every single gaze in the room was fixed on him, including those of Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne.

For a fraction of a second, the silence was absolute.

Until—

"DARRRLING!!!"

A crimson blur shot across the hall like a fiery arrow, followed by two streaks of black and gold that seemed intent on trampling anything in their path. Slower demons had to leap out of the way, trays were knocked over, and one poor soul was nearly hurled out a window.

Suddenly, there they were—Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne—standing so close to Vergil that he had to lean back slightly. All three bore absurdly curious expressions, like children eagerly awaiting their birthday presents.

"Is it true? Is it?!" Katharina asked, her eyes shining like two stars, her hands gripping his arms with unnecessary force.

"Spit it out, Vergil, I'm nervous!" Ada practically growled, the black aura around her rippling dangerously like a storm about to explode.

"Darling, this isn't the time for surprises like that!" Roxanne exclaimed, her sweet smile masking the fact that her fingers were snapping, as if she were about to summon something anything but delicate.

Vergil looked from one to the other, his eyes narrowing, aware that any wrong move could cost him his life.

"Calm down, calm down," he said, raising his hands in surrender, completely cornered between the three of them. "You're going to make me lose my hearing. Yes, it's true, confirmed. Congratulations, you're the wives of the Fifth Demon King."

The hall erupted in murmurs, but the three queens were focused on something far more important.

Katharina's eyes widened even further, as if he had just told her she won a golden palace. "KING?! Demon King?!"

Ada took a step back, hands on her hips, staring at him like a mother about to scold her child. "Wait, wait, wait. Since when do you decide to become Demon King and not tell us?"

Roxanne leaned closer, a dangerously sharp smile on her face. "Does this mean we have a territory? An army? A mansion... with a golden bathtub?"

Vergil scratched the back of his neck, clearly regretting opening his mouth. "Look... I'm still processing all of this, okay? No one mentioned bathtubs or mansions..."

Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne exchanged conspiratorial glances for half a second, then turned back to face him at the same time.

"Congratulations, Husband!" they all said in unison with sweet expressions on their faces, making Vergil almost fall backward from the sheer cuteness.

"Okay, okay! Stop it!" Vergil said, looking around at the various stares from the other demons.

"Hey, you crazy women, if you want to make those faces, do it when we're alone! No sharing those cute looks with nearby demons!!!" he roared inwardly, using demonic energy to communicate with them through the Master-Servant contract, which had long been useless.

"Alright!" they said happily, their possessive gaze toward their husband clear.

Vergil was distracted, watching the chaos unfold around him, when a feminine and indignant voice echoed through the room. "This is unfair!"

The sound of firm footsteps, accompanied by high heels, drew his attention. Vergil turned, but despite the overwhelming presence, he saw no one. Confused, he looked around...

"Down here, you giant idiot!" Vergil slowly looked down and finally noticed the small figure staring at him. The woman was 1.60 meters tall, while Vergil, at 2.20 meters, towered over her. He tilted his head, clearly wondering how he had missed someone so... loud.

"Oh, you're there." He said casually, as if he had just noticed her existence. "Let me guess... from your annoyingly dramatic aura... a Gremory, right?"

Before she could respond, another voice intervened: "My daughter."

Vergil looked over to Cabernet Gremory, who was smiling proudly from a distance. He turned his gaze back to the woman in front of him.

"Ah, I remember you now, from the duel with Phenex... Runeas Gremory, right?" Vergil crossed his arms and assessed the young woman from head to toe, his tone dripping with almost natural sarcasm. "The 'legendary' untouchable girl. Or, as I prefer to call it… 'the uninteresting one.'"

The hall was in absolute shock. Murmurs of disbelief echoed from every corner. Runeas, known as a true weapon of mass destruction, was revered and feared for her total corrosion ability, capable of reducing any being or object to dust with just a touch. Additionally, she possessed the legendary Red Dragon Emperor's Jewel, an unmatched destructive power.

"What?! How dare you?!" Runeas shouted, pointing a finger at Vergil, her face flushed with rage. "I am the most powerful being that exists! You should kneel and beg for forgiveness for those foolish words!"

Cabernet, from a distance... "Why is she acting completely different? Is this still my daughter, the one uninterested in life? Or... Oh... I see..." Cabernet murmured with a smile.

Vergil looked at Runeas with a completely bored expression.

"Powerful? You? Your 'power' is just destroying whatever you touch. That's not a skill, it's a biological inconvenience. And you still have to rely on borrowed power from a jewel?" He questioned.

Runeas lost her patience and pointed her finger at him again, ready to attack him verbally. But before she could say another word, Vergil suddenly grabbed her arm and lifted her off the ground with one hand, as if she were a ragdoll.

The entire room froze, the air thick with tension. Everyone expected Vergil to be reduced to dust at that very moment. After all, no one could touch Runeas without being corroded away until they vanished.

However... nothing happened.

Runeas, now dangling in the air, blinked repeatedly, utterly confused. Vergil merely raised an eyebrow, holding her arm as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Hmmm... interesting. No corrosion. I guess I'm immune to 'annoying powers' like yours, sorry. You've just embarrassed yourself..." Vergil said, looking around, with all eyes now on her.

Well... it wasn't supposed to be for her... It was for him...

"Let me go, you idiot! This is impossible!" She shouted, clearly in panic. Runeas struggled to free herself, but Vergil held her firmly.

Vergil shrugged.

"Doesn't seem impossible to me. Maybe I'm just better than you."

The room erupted into a deathly silence, with nobles exchanging incredulous glances. Runeas, who had never been touched before, was now hanging in the air like a spoiled child.

"Vergil, put her down before she starts crying. We have to leave," Sapphire said, trying to stifle her laughter.

Vergil, however, looked at Runeas with a provocative smile. Runeas huffed, her face red with rage and humiliation.

Vergil finally set the girl down on the ground and took two steps back, wiping his hands in an exaggerated manner.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"There. Now you can throw a tantrum all you want," he said, walking past her... then, Vergil whispered something only she could hear.

"Stop pretending, you're too beautiful to be throwing childish fits just to test someone... I hope it's not the influence of that little sealed dragon inside you..." He said, walking away with his wives, Raphaeline, Sapphire, and Stella.

"He got you good." The voice in the jewel laughed. "But in the end, we found someone interesting. Right?" it asked, but Runeas didn't answer.