My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Here we are," Vergil announced as he pushed open the heavy black wooden door adorned with intricate carvings.

Inside, the office assigned to him by Sapphire was an imposing space, with shelves filled with ancient tomes and grimoires. Crystal chandeliers cast a cool, soft light over the room. Behind a large dark wooden desk stood Viviane, meticulously organizing papers with an almost obsessive precision.

Without even looking up, she remarked, "Oh, you're back. How was it with Morg—"

Viviane froze mid-sentence, her breath catching as she finally turned around. Her expression shifted from indifferent to utterly shocked as her gaze fell on Morgana Le Fay, standing there in the flesh.

"Well, hello to you too, my ungrateful aunt who hasn't spoken to me in twenty-six years," Morgana quipped, crossing her arms and tilting her head slightly, her tone dripping with acidic sarcasm.

"I… I didn't expect…" Viviane began, but her words trailed off into silence.

"Oh, please," Morgana interrupted, gesturing dramatically. "Don't even try. I don't want to hear excuses. I'm hurt."

Vergil, already seated in a central armchair, watched the exchange with a tired expression. He made a dismissive gesture toward Morgana. "Go on, settle your issues quickly. We have work to do."

Morgana, however, completely ignored his comment, her focus locked on Viviane. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of irritation and what could almost be genuine hurt. "Well? I'm waiting. Say something."

Viviane sighed, looking utterly lost. "Look… you see…" she began, carefully choosing her words. "I kind of… isolated myself, you know? So, I didn't talk to anyone."

"Isolated yourself?" Morgana repeated incredulously, raising an eyebrow. "Isolated yourself how? Even hermits manage to send letters. What's your excuse?"

Viviane shrugged, as if the matter wasn't that serious. "Well, I got tired of dealing with certain… connections. So, I… threw away my demon-connection cellphone."

Morgana's jaw dropped slightly. "You threw away… your demon-connection cellphone?" She laughed, though disbelief colored her tone. "I'm a secluded witch, Viviane, and yet, guess what? I CAN STILL TALK TO MY AUNT!"

Viviane raised her hands in a placating gesture. "I was dealing with a lot! It's not like I ignored you on purpose."

"Ignored? Ignored?" Morgana took a step forward, pointing a finger directly at Viviane's face. "You left me talking to myself for over two decades! Do you have any idea what that feels like for someone like me?!"

Viviane let out a heavy sigh, rolling her eyes. "Oh, here we go…"

"And what about my birthdays?!" Morgana continued, her eyes blazing with the intensity of her indignation. "Did you even remember my last one?"

Vergil rubbed his temple, visibly impatient. "Can you two argue about birthdays and cellphones later? We have more important things to deal with than unresolved family drama."

Morgana finally turned her gaze to Vergil, narrowing her eyes. "You stay out of this. This is between a witch and a demonic spirit!"

Vergil raised his hands in mock surrender, a wry smile playing on his lips. "As you wish, Your Highness."

Viviane crossed her arms, glaring at Morgana in annoyance. "Fine. You're right. I should've kept in touch. But honestly, what did you expect from me? I was busy!"

"She's lying," Vergil interjected suddenly. "She was sleeping in her lake when I found her."

Viviane whipped her head toward him, nearly shouting, "I'LL KILL YOU!"

Morgana stomped her foot, the sound echoing through the office. "I expected you to be a decent person, Viviane! But of course, helping Sapphire has always been more important than remembering your niece still exists!"

Viviane opened her mouth to retort but stopped, seeming to genuinely reflect for the first time. Her posture softened, and she sighed. "You're right. I messed up. I'm sorry, Morgana…"

"Well… I was forced into it… so it wasn't entirely my choice…" she mumbled quietly.

Morgana crossed her arms and turned her head away, pretending to be resistant, though a slight smile betrayed her satisfaction. "Well, it's a start."

Vergil, observing the interaction, muttered to himself, "As if I didn't have enough problems already… Now I have to deal with witches' family drama."

"Quiet!" the two snapped in unison.

Vergil raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised but also slightly amused. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Oh, is that so? I'm being silenced by two witches in my own office. What an unfair world."

Viviane and Morgana exchanged glances for a brief moment, a shared understanding passing between them.

"Injustice would be you interrupting this conversation with your useless comments," Morgana retorted, turning fully to Vergil with her hands on her hips.

"Exactly," Viviane agreed, pointing at Vergil as if to emphasize the point.

Vergil sighed theatrically, rising from his chair and adjusting his coat. "I see. I've been reduced to a supporting character in this story." He cast a sidelong glance at Morgana, his tone dripping with irony. "After all, who am I to interrupt an emotional family reunion?"

Morgana narrowed her eyes at him. "You know, for someone so powerful, you talk too much."

"And for someone who's supposed to be a legend among witches, you complain too much," Vergil shot back with a sharp smile.

Viviane quickly raised her hands, trying to mediate before the argument escalated. "Alright, alright! Let's all take a deep breath, please. Let's not turn this into an epic brawl, okay? We have more important things to deal with."

Vergil sighed and sat back down, adjusting his posture as if deciding to give them some space. "Very well. Carry on. I'm just here to enjoy the show."

Morgana rolled her eyes but finally turned her attention back to Viviane. "Anyway, Aunt, this isn't a conversation we're done with. But I'll admit, your apology is a good start."

Viviane let out a relieved sigh, offering a timid smile. "Thank you. Let's try to resolve this properly later, okay? Now, can we focus on why you're here?"

Morgana nodded but not without giving Vergil another warning glance. He merely smiled faintly, saying nothing, the glimmer of amusement still in his eyes.

"Finally," he muttered before speaking again. "So, I need you to completely erase my existence. I want Vergil Kennedy to have never existed."

Morgana tilted her head, her expression momentarily surprised, but she quickly recovered. "Alright, that's complicated, but it can be done," she replied casually.

Vergil leaned back in his chair, fingers interlaced before his face. "Complicated, but possible. That's what I wanted to hear." He cast a calculating look at Morgana, who met his gaze with a faint, challenging smile.

"Of course," Morgana continued, shrugging theatrically. "It'll cost you, obviously. And I'll have to consult the Witch Queen first, mainly because… well, she probably already knows everything."

"What do you mean she already knows everything?" Vergil raised an eyebrow.

Morgana elaborated, "Her primary magic records everything and everyone. She's probably the only one who can erase your existence 100%."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Vergil's confusion deepened, and Viviane stepped in to explain.

"She has a spell that, the moment someone begins to exist—or even if their name is mentioned—she starts gathering information. Think of her as a living computer, archiving every possible document. If she deletes a file—in this case, the file containing 'Vergil Kennedy'—all the information vanishes," Viviane explained.

Vergil's expression shifted to genuine unease.

"Wow… that's some insane magic."