My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil nodded slowly, watching the shift in Sapphire's expression, which had now turned completely serious. He knew the words "Azazel" and "Fallen Angels" would provoke a reaction, and as always, he enjoyed observing her reactions, especially when it came to such dangerous matters.

"Yes," he replied with his usual coldness, "Azazel, the King of the Fallen Angels. He hired me to deal with a specific problem, something involving hunting down his own subordinates who are out of control."

Sapphire didn't hide the discomfort in her expression. She walked up to him, her eyes shining with a mixture of skepticism and concern. "This is too risky, Vergil. Azazel is a manipulative fool, and the Fallen Angels... they aren't easy enemies. They may be on the decline, but don't underestimate what they can do, especially with a leader like Azazel at the helm."

Vergil watched her with an impassive gaze, but inside, he knew she was right. Azazel wasn't someone to be trifled with. But he also knew he was never the type to back down from challenges, especially when his power was on the line.

"I know what I'm doing, Sapphire," he said, still maintaining his calm. "But you're right. I'm not underestimating the risk, I just won't let it stop me."

Sapphire fell silent for a moment, studying him more closely. "You're getting bolder... I must admit, it's kind of turning me on," she teased, trailing her finger across his chest.

Vergil observed the energy pulsating within the orb with an enigmatic smile, the blue energy vibrating intensely in his palms. He couldn't help but enjoy the situation, once again dealing with something that seemed to hold far more value than it appeared.

"Is that so?" he said, his voice laced with irony, as his attention remained on the orb, the energy inside becoming increasingly unpredictable. "I'll play Azazel's game for now, but deep down, I'm just taking advantage of the opportunity." He paused for a moment, his eyes fixated on the object. "It's easy to take down enemies with one or two blows... but if I can have more challenging battles, I'll grow even stronger."

Sapphire looked at him with a skeptical expression, but her attention remained on the orb. "You're risking more than it seems. This might not go the way you think, Vergil."

"Oh, yes," Vergil agreed with a mischievous grin. "But it's also a big reward up front, don't you think? Even though I'm playing along with Azazel, pretending indifference, he gave me something worth a lot." He held the orb, feeling its power pulse.

Sapphire furrowed her brow as she took the orb from Vergil's hands, her gaze narrowing as she observed the orb's energy shifting in her hands. "Considering that demons now have both Dragon Empresses, things are about to get chaotic. This is going to alter the balance of power in the future."

Vergil watched her, but before he could respond, the energy of the orb vanished completely, and he felt a thread of frustration. "How curious..." he remarked, not losing his amused smile. "It seems she likes me."

Sapphire looked at him, surprised, while Vergil, without hesitation, took the orb back. The energy returned immediately, and he felt the Dragon Empress's power pulsing with renewed force. "Indeed, she has a fascination with me. Something tells me this will be a little game within Azazel's big game." He looked at Sapphire, his smile now more enigmatic. "It seems the fun is just beginning."

"Oh yes... a lot of fun," Sapphire murmured as she returned to enjoying Vergil's touch and their kiss.

However, within the orb, reality seemed distorted, like a reflection of a world that should never have existed. The surroundings were immersed in a dense, ethereal mist, with vaguely visible shapes lurking in the shadows. At the center of it all, on an immense throne made of ancient white gold, sat the Platinum Dragon Empress. Her imposing figure radiated an aura of power that made the air around her tremble. Her blue eyes glowed with contained fury, watching every movement in her chamber as her mind boiled with chaotic thoughts.

She reclined calmly on the throne, but the tension in her body was palpable, like a storm about to break. Every word spoken by Vergil seemed to echo in the silence of the empty palace, like an annoying echo that couldn't be ignored.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The mentions of her "uselessness" that he repeatedly spoke still burned in her mind, as if they were sharp blades cutting through her self-sufficiency and pride.

'Useless...' she thought, the word repeating with growing fury. 'Damned...'

The palace around her seemed to reflect her anger. The walls were covered with tapestries of ancient battles and fallen dragons, intricate details of her lineage and deeds. But as her emotional state intensified, the images began to distort, the colors growing more vivid, and the tapestries more torn, as if the very space itself were mirroring the turbulence within her.

She clenched her fists, her long dragon claws reflecting the light like sharp blades. "Damn demons," she muttered to herself, her voice low and dangerous. "With every one that appears, this race becomes more repulsive. Always so full of themselves, thinking they can do anything just because they're... demons." She shouted, and the sound reverberated throughout the palace like thunder. The columns around her trembled, and a wave of energy spread through the environment, causing the entire structure to vibrate.

She stood up from the throne with a swift, fierce movement, her eyes fixed on the emptiness, as if she could see Vergil standing there, indifferent, with that superior expression.

'You think you can treat me like this, don't you, boy?' She thought, her rage only growing. 'You think I'm weak, that I'm useless? What a fool!'

She moved toward the center of the hall, her steps shaking the floor as her power flowed around her like an erupting storm. "I am the Platinum Dragon Empress! I who destroyed entire kingdoms, who burned continents with my own breath! How dare you call me useless?" She roared, her voice filled with ancient fury.

Her eyes blazed brightly, and a wave of pure energy began to accumulate around her, as if the very power of the dragon was about to explode. She closed her eyes for a moment, controlling the storm within her. But when she opened them again, a look of pure hatred dominated her face. The fury was on the verge of overflowing. "Vergil, you think you can control me with that orb? You think I'm just a tool to be used in your game? Damned... I WILL KILL YOU!"

With a fluid and deadly movement, the Empress prepared to launch a devastating attack. The energy within her concentrated, forming a sphere of pure destruction, ready to be hurled at the intruder who had insulted her so much. She could no longer control her desire for vengeance. He deserved to be destroyed, reduced to ashes, for daring to touch her and treat her as if she were nothing. And this anger wasn't limited to Vergil alone, but to all demons, this despicable race that had stained the name of what she was.

"I will destroy all of you. And no one will escape. Not even you, Vergil..." She said, her voice laden with hatred and promises of death.

However... the attack did nothing...

"DAMNED!!!"