My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"You know, there are all kinds of people in this world. I didn't think you'd be like this…" he said, pacing around the body of the man who was desperately trying to regenerate, though it… wasn't enough.

It seemed as though every fiber of his being had been erased from existence, every ounce of his power consumed and returned to nothingness.

"Immortality… quite a gift, really… Even with half your body gone, you're still alive, aren't you?" he continued, circling the demon like a helpless prey that could easily be taken down.

"Demons are interesting, don't you think?" he said, glancing at the silent audience, who didn't dare to make a sound. Not a single murmur was heard—just the beating of their hearts.

The broken body of an immortal was that captivating, or perhaps it was the fearsome man who'd caused this spectacle, intimidating them with his mere presence.

Naturally, demons have their unique quirks. Who could say what he was thinking now? But one thing was clear: the Demon Rankings had just shifted. In mere minutes, this man had secured a place among the Special Rank of Demons.

"So powerful… and yet, so pathetic." He said as a throne of blood began to form in front of the shattered man, who had started to heal, slowly.

"Let's see how long it takes you to recover. Let's see how long you can bear the weight of your immortality." Vergil taunted, his smile nothing short of terrifying.

"An immortal demon who can't die, but can still feel pain… at least you used to… Since I've cut you so much that you don't even scream anymore, I imagine it must be excruciating to lose muscle sensitivity…" he continued, speaking not of a battle but a drawn-out play—his own theater of humiliation and bloodshed.

"I thought you'd be an interesting fight… Come on, regenerate," he commanded the broken man before him. "Stand up."

"Mm… poor thing can't manage it. Very well, I'll allow it." Vergil murmured, and suddenly, the man's body began to heal at an unusual speed.

'Hm… so this is how it works…' Vergil grinned, watching the man in front of him, quiet, staring back without a trace of emotion.

"You're weak, aren't you? I thought you'd be greater…" Vergil mused, meeting the hard, calculating eyes of Magnus.

"Who are you?" Magnus asked, surprising Vergil with a legitimate tone rather than desperate hatred.

"Huh? Me?" Vergil pointed to himself, "I'm just like you. I'm a demon… I just didn't waste my time drinking and pleasing myself with cheap thrills like you." He grinned mockingly.

"You're not the man I once knew." Magnus replied, as a red and gold aura fused with his body…

"Ohhh! Now things are getting interesting!" Vergil clapped, rising quickly as the blood slid back up his sleeves.

Before he could finish absorbing the blood, a blow struck him so hard it sent him flying to the other side of the arena, crashing into the edge and creating a massive crater, sending debris and dust scattering across the battlefield.

For a moment, silence overtook the crowd, until a cry erupted.

"YEAH! KILL THAT CRAZY BASTARD!" Someone shouted, and soon, the entire coliseum was in a frenzy.

"That's it! Let's go! Kill that freak!!" The shouts grew louder, filling the space until something arose from below the arena…

"Pfff… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" A twisted, terrifying laugh rang out.

"…" Magnus stayed silent. His gaze was serious, understanding that the man before him was not to be underestimated.

Suddenly, Vergil's power surged, and a pillar of fire burst forth, scorching the arena and crystallizing the sand on the ground… The entire arena had become nothing but glass…

"Ah yes, that's better… I don't like dust," Vergil muttered, snapping his fingers slowly as an unusual katana appeared strapped to his back out of nowhere.

'A spiritual weapon?' Magnus wondered. "Oh, don't worry about it; she's a bit sentimental… Seems she has a mind of her own, you know? I'm sure I told her to stay hidden." Vergil said, unsheathing the platinum blade, "Huh?" He noted the sword trembling, "Oh, just once, okay?" he said, swinging the blade towards Magnus.

Well… he didn't expect it, but… a projected slash tore Magnus in half.

"…" Vergil fell silent, seeing the man split in two, his skull split open, exposing his brain, and his chest still faintly moving.

"You're rather sentimental, aren't you?" Vergil mused, looking at his hand… However… the crowd's true attention was drawn elsewhere…

"He used… the power of the Agares clan?" Runeas in the VIP box looked on in utter confusion… but she wasn't the only one.

Even if Ei hadn't detected it, there were numerous special-class demons watching those two fight. Yet… no one expected this.

"What… am I dreaming?" someone from the audience asked in disbelief, rubbing their eyes.

"This is… what is this? What is this being? No… what is this monster!?"

"Wait! Does he have the power of the Three Queens?!" came an even more terrified shout.

"Holy… an abomination…"

Vergil murmured as he heard the murmurs of the audience. "Seems I've shown off too much… Sorry, my Sapphire."

"…" Everyone froze when they heard the words escape from Sapphire's mouth.

"What do you mean…"

"What… what do you mean by 'my Sapphire'?"

"EXACTLY, WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH AGARES?"

Vergil chuckled, stretching his neck. "Wow, you all have sharp ears, huh? I guess I should thank Lady Lilith for creating such… perceptive demons?" He cracked his neck, then added, "But what business is it of yours what goes on in my personal life? She's my mother-in-law, you nosy fools."

"My dear master," Vergil said, his eyes drifting toward the woman sitting on the throne. She looked quite pleased.

"So, mind your own business, you nosy demons. I have three beautiful wives and three equally beautiful mothers-in-law to look after and discipline… not that I like Raphaeline too much, she's a bit unpleasant. But, give her a pretty sword, and she calms down quickly," he said casually, stretching, as Magnus moved in for another strike.

"Whoa, easy there, tiger," Vergil dodged, delivering a punishing kick to Magnus.

Inside the VIP box of the Demon Queens…

"Guys… did you hear that?..." the young Viola asked the other two attendants, who looked noticeably nervous. Enjoy new stories from mvl

"He just declared… that the Master is beautiful…" Novah commented, gnawing her nails anxiously, almost in despair.

"Yes, I heard that…" Ei replied, just as tense as Novah, "And besides… he said my master is 'unpleasant' and can be bought with swords…" She noted with a tone of politeness, though she, too, was just as indignant as the others.

"Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic? I mean, what did you expect? Okay, I'll admit 'three mothers-in-law' was too much. I would've only bet on Lady Sapphire, but Raphaeline I can understand… what really surprises me is him talking about Stella." Viviane remarked while watching the strange scene of the battle unfold.

"You're right…" they agreed in unison.

But suddenly, a tremor.

The entire coliseum shook as an explosion of searing flames erupted from the center of the arena, instantly capturing everyone's attention. The flames were so intense that, for a brief moment, the air seemed to ripple, as if the very space was being consumed by the fury of that infernal heat. The crowd, who moments before had been in a frenzy over Magnus' humiliation, fell silent, stunned and intimidated by what was happening.

Magnus, until then motionless, began to lose control. His body, previously split and regenerating slowly, now convulsed violently. The temperature around him rose to unimaginable levels, and a primal roar echoed, slicing through the silence and making the air vibrate with an overwhelming, raw demonic energy.

"AAAAAAAAAARGH!"

The scream of pain and hatred from Magnus was so intense that the demons in the stands recoiled, instinctively pulling back, feeling the oppressive surge of uncontrolled energy emanating from him. His rage was palpable, a brutal manifestation of demonic power. No longer could he bear the humiliation. His immortality, once a blessing, now felt like a curse, as Vergil had turned every second of his regeneration into psychological torture.

The flames surrounding Magnus intensified, reaching unimaginable heights, as if he was burning his very soul to fuel his fury. The glassy floor, crystallized by Vergil's energy, began to crack and melt under the extreme heat, once more transforming into a molten mix of sand and liquid glass.

Vergil, standing at a distance, watched the scene unfold with a wicked grin. His eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ah, finally something interesting… I was beginning to think you were a lost cause."

Magnus, consumed by fury, rose amid the flames. His body now radiated a golden-red energy, a reflection of his accumulated despair and hatred. His regeneration had accelerated to impressive levels, and he no longer seemed like the same demon Vergil had humiliated minutes before.

"You… YOU… WILL NOT LEAVE HERE ALIVE!" Magnus roared, his voice reverberating throughout the Coliseum as his aura heated the air around him. The entire arena was being consumed by his suffocating heat, and even the Superior Rank demons began to sweat, fearing what was to come.

Vergil, unfazed by the chaos Magnus was creating, continued to smile. "Oh, it seems you've finally woken up. Now let's see if you can do anything other than scream." He twirled the sword in his hand, as if preparing for another show.

Driven by pure rage, Magnus surged forward with surprising speed, flames swirling around his body like a living armor, transforming him into a beast of pure destructive power. He attacked with a fierce sequence of blows, his hands enveloped in fire, each movement followed by a burst of scorching energy.

Vergil dodged the initial strikes effortlessly, his body moving with supernatural grace and agility. To him, Magnus's fury was mere entertainment. "You'll need more than that to amuse me, Magnus," he said provocatively, sidestepping each blow with an arrogant smile.

BOOM!

A powerful punch from Magnus struck the ground, causing the arena to shake once more. Vergil leaped back, maintaining his distance, but soon Magnus's body rose into the air with a demonic roar, the flames around him expanding like a firestorm. Vergil's grin only widened. "Yes, finally something to keep me interested."