My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"You... I knew it," Sapphire's voice cut through the silence like a blade, filled with tension and disbelief. Her cold eyes, shining like dead stars, were fixed on the figure in front of her.

The woman, who appeared to have just woken up, lazily rose from the bed, but there was nothing ordinary about her. Her white hair, standing on end like a freshly formed storm, radiated a silver glow under the dim light. Her eyes burned with deep red, like live embers, while her body, wrapped in a pulsating aura of power, radiated a dangerous sensuality.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Sparks of red energy danced around her, small bolts crackling in the air with an almost suffocating intensity. Behind her, two massive black bat wings slowly unfurled, dominating the space. They were enormous, as large as Sapphire's, a detail that made the primordial demon tighten her lips in a mixture of anger and caution.

These were not ordinary wings. They belonged to someone beyond the level of an ordinary demon. They were wings worthy of a queen... or something even older and more terrifying.

The woman tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.

"That foolish boy found my things…" she murmured, her voice low and laden with amusement, as though she were laughing at a secret only she knew.

The smile on her face was provocative, but her eyes betrayed something deeper—a mixture of nostalgia and cunning, like someone who was always two steps ahead of everyone else. She slowly raised her hand, letting the red energy around her dance between her fingers before disappearing with a casual snap.

"I expected this to happen quickly... but in just twenty years?" Felicia murmured, pouting. "Ah, it's you," she said, turning her gaze back to Sapphire.

"You should be dead. Or disappeared forever. And now here you are, as if nothing happened... living a normal life... right under my nose."

"Who knows... I was born rejected by the world, so I rejected humanity," Felicia replied, smiling at her, the very phrase that had marked Sapphire's life spoken by... that woman.

Sapphire's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and discomfort, but before she could respond, Felicia shrugged and let out a long yawn, stretching her arms lazily.

"Oh, how monotonous, don't you think?" Felicia said, flopping back onto the bed. She seemed completely oblivious to the tension her presence caused, or perhaps she was enjoying it.

The apartment was on one of the highest floors of the building that belonged to Sapphire's company, a luxury suite reserved for the CEO. However, at that moment, the environment that normally exuded sophistication and control felt small and suffocating in the presence of Felicia.

"You always had a talent for theatrics, but this is beyond even you," Sapphire crossed her arms, her eyes never leaving the figure before her.

Felicia tilted her head back, letting out a soft, dismissive laugh. "Oh, darling... You've always been so predictable. And honestly, this is getting boring."

Sapphire narrowed her eyes, impatient. "Why, Felicia? What do you really think you're doing?"

Felicia shrugged with a mischievous look. "Ah, let's keep this a secret from Vergil, okay? I don't want to cause trouble for the boy... Luckily, he awakened my powers. I think it was because he chose the last name 'Lucifer'... Damn Samael, he probably told him about my bloodline."

Sapphire frowned, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "How extravagant of you," she commented with irony, throwing an irritated look at the woman in front of her. "And of course... a traitor."

Felicia made a theatrical pout, clearly enjoying herself. "Oh, don't say that! You were the one who tried to kill me first, remember? I didn't even have time to defend myself! You destroyed my scepter! So petty."

Sapphire maintained her firm posture, her irritation overflowing. "Traitors have no forgiveness, Felicia!"

Felicia's eyes narrowed, the smile briefly fading from her lips. "You didn't even give me the chance to explain! It was all part of a joint plan with Amon! He made you believe I betrayed you, and you fell for it." She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Blame the angels too, those damn fools."

Sapphire paused for a moment, frowning at that. "Angels?"

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Felicia gave her a look as if she knew more than she was letting on, crossing her arms. "Where do you think Lucifer's bloodline came from? Just because I was the last to be created by him doesn't mean I don't have the blood of those filthy ones." Her voice was disdainful, but it carried a truth that Sapphire had never considered.

Sapphire kept her gaze fixed on Felicia, the tension between them growing. But before she could respond, Felicia grinned defiantly.

"Want to settle this? Let's settle it then." Her smile widened, and suddenly, the atmosphere around them changed drastically. The colors in the environment began to distort, as if reality itself were being bent. Everything around them took on a surreal and vibrant hue, like a battlefield that had appeared out of nowhere.

Felicia spread her arms wide, as if welcoming the new setting. "We're warriors, dear Sapphire. We always have been. We fight with everything we have to prove our worth. Although, of course, you've always been a little... unfair," she said, provocatively, as red sparks of energy began to swirl around her body.

Sapphire clenched her fists, fury building inside her. "Unfair? Me?" Her voice echoed, laden with power. "You manipulated, deceived, and lied! And now you want to tell me I was unfair?"

Felicia laughed again, her posture relaxed, but her eyes gleamed like those of a predator. "Ah, Sapphire... always so angry, so strong. Let's see if you can still judge me when we're face to face on the battlefield."

"Sepphirothy…" Sapphire murmured, her tone thick with growing tension. The name reverberated in her mind like a distant echo, a memory of past times and battles. Something within her stirred, as if that name had the power to upheave the very foundations of her being.

Sepphirothy, in turn, simply smiled enigmatically, her lips curving into a smile that seemed more like a taunt. "Sapphire…" she murmured, her voice low, almost like a song. A staff appeared in her hands with a barely perceptible snap, materializing from some hidden dimension, and she rose from the bed with calculated grace, her eyes locked on the tense figure before her.

When Sepphirothy finally stopped in front of Sapphire, the energy between them felt palpable, as if the air were about to split in two. She looked at Sapphire with a defiant smile, her gaze knowing exactly where to hurt. "Did you become the strongest... or were you born the strongest?"

Sepphirothy's words fell like a sharp blade. Sapphire's eyes widened as she remembered a distant day when those same words had been spoken with a challenging tone. In that instant, something in her essence warmed, a repressed power ready to break free.

Before she could process everything, the blow came. A strike so devastating that it seemed to rip the very top of the building apart, sending chunks of concrete and glass flying through the air. The force of the attack was overwhelming, but to her surprise, the impact didn't hit Sepphirothy. The woman stood motionless, a malicious smile dancing on her lips.

"You dared... play with me?" Sapphire growled, rage bubbling inside her, but something wasn't right. The blow, immense in its strength, simply didn't touch her. Sepphirothy, with her usual calm, seemed to absorb the energy of the strike without moving a muscle.

"Come on! This honorable woman hasn't fought in years!" Sepphirothy exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement, as if the battle was just a game to her. She pointed her staff at Sapphire, her expression burning with enthusiasm.

"YOUR SOLITARY STRENGTH! SHOW IT TO ME AGAIN!!" Sepphirothy shouted, her eyes blazing with a flame of challenge.