My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Amon and Vergil exchanged glances… and in the next moment...

"I've never seen anyone as idiotic, ridiculous, and insane as you," Amon said, and Vergil smiled.

"Being unique is like that. I like the compliment," Vergil replied.

Then they stared at each other a little longer...

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" They laughed together.

The women in the room exchanged glances and watched as those two demons laughed like demons… well, they were demons, so the comparison made sense.

"Ahh…" Amon wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, laughing so hard, and looked at Vergil.

"You're funny," Amon said, pausing briefly as he recovered from his good laugh.

"Yes, it's one of my many charms," Vergil replied, doing the same.

"But seriously... is that really what you want?" Amon asked, his tone shifting slightly, making Vergil furrow his brow. "Well, you asked for it."

Vergil leaned back in his chair, his mischievous smile still present, but now touched with reflection. He looked at Amon, his expression serious, and for a moment, the entire room felt suspended. The laughter had stopped, and now the weight of Amon's words hung in the air.

"Yes, I asked for this," Vergil answered calmly, his eyes no longer playful but burning with determination. "I'm not going to limit myself to being just another demon. I want more. If I'm going to be Lucifer, then I'll be the Lucifer the world never imagined. I didn't choose this name to follow in the footsteps of an old monster… I chose it because it's the name of a new beginning."

Amon observed him with a smile that was a mix of approval and curiosity. He knew that Vergil wasn't just playing a game. There was something deeper in the boy. Something that perhaps even Vergil himself didn't fully understand.

"Well, whatever," Amon said as he stood up.

"You probably won't want territory, much less a task. Knowing that child over there, I'm sure you wouldn't manage one either," Amon said, glancing briefly at Sapphire.

Vergil shot an uninterested look at Amon, his eyes slightly narrowed. "I'm not the kind of demon who needs a territory to prove his worth. If necessary, I'll create my own space. I won't depend on a kingdom or a mansion to affirm my strength."

Amon tilted his head, clearly impressed but with a touch of sarcasm. "Hm, nice line. Just don't forget that to create your own space, you'll need more than just strength. Demons don't live off physical power alone, kid. They live off influence, and to have influence, you'll need… connections."

The four queens looked at Amon with blank expressions.

"Oh, that's right… he already has too much influence… I forgot." Amon spoke, clearly disinterested in being there.

"I find it impressive how you can be extremely competent, but sometimes utterly incompetent," Sapphire said, irritated.

"Tch, shut up, I'll make the announcement." He spoke, and a demonic circle appeared in his hand.

"Boy, prepare yourself," Amon said as several demonic runes began appearing around Vergil.

"Hm? What the hell is this?" Vergil asked, and Sapphire explained, "Remember when I told you my true name, when I gave you my soul?" Sapphire questioned, and Vergil nodded.

"It's time to mark your soul with your own name," she said, and Vergil understood what she meant. His existence as a Noble Demon was being formed and approved…

Vergil carefully observed the runes beginning to appear around him, the dense, supernatural energy filling the air. He could feel the gravity of the situation, but at the same time, his expression didn't waver.

"So, this is it," Vergil murmured, more to himself than to the others. He understood the weight of everything now. The connection between the name and his soul, the definitive approval of his ascension as a Noble Demon.

Amon, still focused on the conjuration, cast a quick glance at Vergil, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "Yes, kid. It's time for you to seal your new identity. This isn't just a formality; it's your very existence being rewritten. From now on, you'll officially be a Demon King, and with that, all the consequences."

Sapphire, watching the process with a keen eye, added in a slightly mysterious tone, "This is the moment you can never go back. The name you choose, the mark you receive… it will be a part of you forever."

Vergil felt the weight of her words, but inside, he was resolute. His smile remained, though it was more sober now. "Then let it begin."

The runes floating around him began to glow with increasing intensity, a power that seemed to ripple through the air, as though the very laws of Hell were being rewritten. The energy enveloped his body like a warm cloak, power flowing through him, passing through his very essence.

It was more than just a ceremony; it was a true transformation. His body, his soul—everything was being reshaped to align with the name he had chosen.

"Vergil Lucifer…" Amon's words reverberated through the room, and the runes erupted in a golden blaze, sealing the transformation. "Now, you are who you chose to be."

A heavy silence followed. The entire room seemed to hold its breath, the women observing—some surprised, others merely curious about what would come next.

Vergil took a deep breath and suddenly felt his entire body stop functioning.

"…" He stood silent as he saw the entire world frozen… Everyone in the room was still, and with a single blink… Vergil found himself inside his own soul.

It was the sanctuary where he had trained months ago, near Viviane's lake—that same place.

A macabre Buddhist sanctuary. The three—now five—sets of horns on the roof symbolized his women. The thick, murky water covering the ground, blood-red in tone, seemed to absorb the light, creating an atmosphere both oppressive and mystical.

Vergil looked around… Why was he there? Why had he suddenly been… sent to that place?

"You look rather frightened, demon child."

Vergil turned his gaze toward the temple stairs, where a demon sat.

His hair was golden, his eyes a deep crimson, with abyssal black sclera. He wore strange garments…

"Who are you?" Vergil asked, his voice echoing through the macabre sanctuary. He tried to sound firm, but there was an unsettling feeling, a latent unease he couldn't shake.

The demon smiled, his sharp canines gleaming menacingly. He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, like a predator watching its prey play.

"Do you truly not know who I am?" His voice was deep, resonant, like the echoes of the oldest caverns in Hell. "Perhaps the right question isn't who I am, but why you are here."

Vergil furrowed his brow. "Answer properly. If there's one thing I've learned… it's that demons love to talk in circles."

The demon laughed—a low, unsettling laugh that seemed to vibrate through the air like a discordant note. Then he stood up, and even the smallest movement carried a natural authority. Each step down the stairs echoed like distant thunder, though the sound was muted. When he finally reached Vergil's level, the demon looked him directly in the eyes, his presence overwhelming.

"It makes me uneasy to know that a lesser demon dared to take my name," he said.

"Lucifer," Vergil muttered, staring at him.

"So, you know who I am. Seems my story is still remembered," Lucifer murmured, his voice heavy with an ancient, oppressive authority. "I wonder… do you truly intend to steal my name?"

Vergil didn't avert his gaze, though he felt the weight of the being's presence trying to crush him. His heart pounded, but he maintained his posture, as defiant as ever. "It's a good name," he answered, a sarcastic smile forming on his lips. "I figured you wouldn't mind sharing. The dead usually don't care…"

Lucifer's smile vanished in an instant, his crimson eyes blazing like living embers. "Sharing?" His voice deepened, the surrounding atmosphere darkening further, as though the very light was being consumed. "Do you think you can share what is mine by right? The name Lucifer is not just a title, insolent boy. It is a crown. A curse. A burden you cannot even begin to comprehend."

Vergil crossed his arms, his gaze unwavering. He could feel the pressure building around him, but he refused to show weakness. "And what will you do? Hit me for plagiarism?" he mocked, his tone dripping with irony.

For a moment, silence reigned. Lucifer stared at him, his form imposing, but something flickered in his eyes… a spark of interest.

"You really have no fear," he muttered, almost to himself. "Either it's stupidity, or it's courage. Perhaps both."

Vergil shrugged, his smile remaining firm. "Maybe I'm just different from any other demon you've ever seen."

Lucifer let out a dry laugh, the sound echoing through the temple like distant thunder. "Arrogance… but perhaps it's that arrogance that makes you interesting."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Before Vergil could even react, Lucifer lunged forward in an instant, his hand shooting out like lightning to grab Vergil's throat. The movement was fast and precise, carried with the intent to crush any trace of arrogance from the one who dared to challenge his existence.

But then… something strange happened.

Lucifer stopped. His hand, which should have been wrapped around Vergil's neck with relentless force, simply hovered in the air, motionless. It was as if the very space around Vergil had solidified—an invisible barrier that the ancient demon could not penetrate.

Vergil stood there, unwavering, his gaze locked onto Lucifer's with an almost disdainful look. For a being once feared as the greatest of all, that feeling of powerlessness was unprecedented.

Lucifer's hand trembled slightly in the air, and Vergil slowly tilted his head to the side, a mocking smile curling on his lips.

"Is that all?" Vergil murmured, his voice echoing through the sanctuary like soft thunder.

Lucifer's brow furrowed, his expression hardening. For a moment, he seemed smaller, as if the weight of the scene was diminishing his own presence. His blazing eyes met Vergil's, and the air between them seemed to vibrate with a tension impossible to contain.

Vergil finally broke the silence, his tone casual yet filled with challenge. "I thought the 'most powerful' would have a firmer grip, Lord Demon God."

The atmosphere thickened, the crimson waters around them began to bubble, reacting to Lucifer's frustration. He gritted his teeth, clearly irritated, but Vergil remained unshaken. If this encounter was a contest of strength, the balance had completely shifted.

"I'm not as strong as you might think," Vergil said suddenly, drawing Lucifer's attention back to him. The demon's fiery gaze bore into him, searching for an explanation.

"The difference here," Vergil continued, his voice steady, "is that you're just a remnant of who you once were—nothing more, nothing less. The real Lucifer is dead."

Vergil observed closely as Lucifer's face seemed to crack, faint light shining through the fractures as though his very form was beginning to splinter.

"Lucifer, the Lightbringer," Vergil said softly. "Now, are you going to tell me why you're here?"

The Lucifer before him began to crumble suddenly, breaking apart like a shell. Light burst from within him, exploding into the air and filling the sanctuary with a radiant glow. As the fragments of the old form fell away, a new figure emerged—one far different from the demon Vergil had faced.

"I'm sorry… I shouldn't even exist in this form," the voice said.

Before him now stood a completely different Lucifer—a being untouched by corruption, with an aura far less oppressive yet undeniably powerful. He was not the demon king, but something purer. Something from before.

Vergil stared at him for a moment, realization dawning quickly. "Samael," Vergil said, his voice low and knowing.

The being before him nodded solemnly.