My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil, desperately trying to escape from Sapphire, was abruptly interrupted when a white-haired woman appeared out of nowhere and, with incredible speed, abducted him in front of everyone.

They were now in a newly constructed coliseum, completely empty, with only two figures standing at its center. The coliseum had been built recently on the very spot where Vergil... had cleaved the mountain.

"You'll die quickly if you keep this up." Felicia said, her calm voice brimming with overwhelming authority as she casually tossed Vergil to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He was weakened, the pain from his wounds leaving him powerless to react.

She had beaten him so severely that even at his full strength, he wouldn't have stood a chance against her.

'Sure, I wasn't planning on hitting her… but she's really abusing her authority,' Vergil thought, struggling to compose himself as anger bubbled within him. 'Damn it… and she's wearing something this sexy.' He grumbled internally, his eyes involuntarily trailing over his mother's attire.

Felicia's outfit was black, adorned with golden and blue accents, clinging perfectly to her body and highlighting every curve of her silhouette. She exuded an undeniable sensuality, but upon closer inspection, Vergil realized it wasn't just a provocative outfit. It was, in fact, battle armor, designed for durability and function rather than aesthetics.

'Damn it, I'm going to have to keep looking away…' Vergil thought, clearly distracted. He was struggling not to stare at Felicia; her voluptuous figure was simply unfair. 'This is basically another Sapphire but with a different color palette… It's like I bought a chroma skin for some legendary MOBA character, damn it.'

Felicia noticed Vergil's internal conflict, and a small smile formed on her lips, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Her smile widened even more as she saw Vergil turn his face away, clearly trying to avoid looking at her like a man battling his instincts.

"I'm sure I've already taught you how to admire a woman... so look at me." Felicia said, her voice soft but with an implied authority that fully captured his attention, even as he struggled against the temptation of her presence.

"Well, this has already helped you calm down. Now, you can look all you want. I've already told you, I'm all yours. I sacrificed so much for you to be born, and I won't do it again." She continued, her voice now tinged with possessiveness. Felicia wasn't just challenging Vergil but also making it clear that, despite his struggles, he belonged to her, and she to him, unconditionally.

"What do you want..." Vergil murmured, avoiding her gaze as he stood up, clearly trying to maintain his composure in Felicia's overwhelming presence.

"If you face the person who hurt Viviane, you'll die," Felicia responded, her voice cold and relentless, with not a trace of remorse. Read exclusive adventures at empire

"Actually, I think it's highly unlikely that this person is the leader. If it's him, you'd die twice as fast." She added with a subtle smile, as if the situation were a joke.

"What do you mean they're probably not the leader?" Vergil asked, his voice filled with confusion and irritation as he tried to understand her logic.

"Cursed attacks are for losers," Felicia replied, shrugging as if it were the most obvious explanation in the world, clearly impatient with the need to elaborate.

"Wait, what?" Vergil asked, raising an eyebrow, visibly perplexed.

"Oh, you don't know? Curses are... loser stuff." Felicia said, making an exaggerated grimace. "Like, fwoosh WHOOSH bam, 'I curse you with the power of the spirits I stole!' You know? Real... pathetic stuff." She mimicked an over-the-top spell-casting gesture, rolling her eyes. "Loser-level nonsense."

Vergil looked at her, trying to suppress his laughter at the absurdity of what she'd just acted out, but he couldn't help the involuntary smile. Felicia had this peculiar knack for making even the tensest moments... amusing.

"Anyway, seriously, it's the ultimate loser move. Like, maximum loser energy. Using someone else's power? Total loser behavior." She shrugged, completely unfazed. "Now, back to what matters." She smiled mischievously. "I'm going to train you..."

Vergil frowned, his expression a mix of suspicion and exhaustion.

"Way worse than Sapphire," he muttered, trying to keep a straight face, but the idea of being trained by Felicia was, at the very least... unsettling.

"Well, let the end begin," Felicia declared, her voice filled with authority and determination as a dense demonic energy began gathering in her hands. Slowly, the energy took the form of an enormous black spear, pulsating with pure negativity, almost as if it were alive.

"Don't flinch." She commanded, her eyes locked on Vergil, daring him. Her tone left no room for argument.

Without hesitation, Felicia hurled the spear directly toward Vergil's heart. The air around them seemed to ripple under the pressure of the attack, and time appeared to slow. Vergil watched as his instincts screamed at him to move. But he couldn't. He wouldn't.

Gritting his teeth, Vergil stood his ground, unmoving. He knew that if he dodged, he would not only betray Felicia's trust but also forfeit any chance of becoming stronger. He stared at the spear, feeling the crushing threat draw closer, his heart pounding as if it already anticipated the impact.

And yet, he didn't move.

The spear struck with overwhelming force, sending a cloud of dust into the air, engulfing the two of them. The sound of the impact reverberated through the empty coliseum like thunder.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

For a moment, everything was silent, save for the faint sound of settling dust particles.

As the dust began to clear, Felicia finally broke the silence in a calm but sharp tone:

"As I thought... it's impossible to harm you with demonic energy when you see the attack. Or rather, when you know it's coming."

The sight revealed as the dust settled was astonishing. The black spear, which should have pierced Vergil's chest, hung suspended in mid-air, mere inches from his heart. It still pulsed, as if struggling to push forward, but an invisible force held it at bay.

Felicia observed the scene with a faint smirk. "Interesting," she said, crossing her arms. "Even when you don't react, your body and soul instinctively respond to negative energy... You truly are a puzzle, my son," she remarked, smiling.

"The Perfect Aberration I created." Her smile widened with a possessive gleam in her eyes—one Vergil had only seen once before. The same eyes Sapphire had when… they first met.

'This is going to cause me problems...' he thought.