My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"I've broken some bones..." Felicia muttered, placing a hand on her back as her large breasts swayed with the movement, as though they too were exhausted. "Damn, why didn't anyone warn me he was so damn stubborn?" she grumbled, casting an accusing glance at Sapphire.

Sapphire, however, just shrugged nonchalantly. "How many cuts?" she asked casually, as if she were asking for the bill at a bar.

"A billion and a half." Felicia replied with the expression of someone reporting an absurd feat. Experience more on empire

Sapphire blinked, incredulous, her tone finally shifting. "What did you say?!"

"I said I cut him over a billion times! That's why I'm saying, what a stubborn bastard." Felicia growled, pointing at Vergil, who appeared perfectly fine, as if he had just walked out of a spa instead of a life-or-death battle.

Sapphire seemed hesitant, her cold mask starting to crack. "Did... you use that technique on him?" The question came out almost like a whisper, but her gaze still held the intimidating strength she always exuded.

"I did!" Felicia responded with an irritated tone, still rubbing her sore spots. "And guess what? He took all my attacks like they were mosquito bites! Look at me!" She pointed to her waist, where a massive bruise darkened her skin.

"This bastard's like an overpowered final boss in an unbalanced MMO! I cut him so much that I'm the one who started breaking apart! Look at this!" She raised her arms, showing not only the injuries but a look of pure indignation.

Sapphire took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure, but it was clear she was as shocked as anyone else present.

"And you know what's worse?" Felicia continued, her voice rising an octave. "My body's taking forever to heal! I, Felicia, one of the strongest women in this hell, and he walks out of this without a scratch?! Not a SINGLE SCRATCH!"

Vergil, with his sharp and calm smile, responded casually, "Well... if it's any consolation, Mom, you fought really well."

Felicia, with an expression of exhaustion mixed with frustration, didn't hesitate: "Oh, fuck off, Vergil." She pointed an accusatory finger, her voice full of frustration.

Sapphire, who had maintained her composure until now, narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brow in confusion. "What the hell is an MMO?" she asked, clearly trying to understand Felicia's comment.

Vergil raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. Before he could respond, Felicia, still massaging her sore body, scoffed. "MMO, Sapphire! Massively Multiplayer Online! It's a game where a bunch of idiots go in to get their asses kicked by absurdly unbalanced bosses, just like what I just did with my damn son!"

"Game?" Sapphire tilted her head, even more confused. "You all play fight in another world? What kind of ridiculous thing is that? Fighting with your own fists is more dignified." She puffed out her chest.

Katharina entered the conversation with a suppressed laugh. "She doesn't know what technology is, Felicia. Forget it, she was born in the time when people still prayed to thunder."

"Hey!" Sapphire protested, crossing her arms, clearly irritated. "I know what technology and thunder are, and I'm sure it's better than wasting time with... what was it? Games?"

Felicia raised an eyebrow, a sarcastic expression overtaking her face. "Oh, sure, because spending centuries sharpening swords and hunting monsters isn't a waste of time."

At that moment, Raphaeline decided to join the conversation. "You're all pathetic." She sighed dramatically, still adjusting her questionable outfit, which looked like it was about to fall apart. "We're here discussing games and thunder when clearly the real issue is... is... oh, fuck it." She suddenly said, frustrated...

'Oh my god, Mom... could you not make it so obvious?' Ada said, slapping her hand to her forehead.

Vergil chuckled softly, but soon cast a serious glance at everyone. "Are you done?"

The women froze, feeling the weight of his aura once again. His voice, now firmer, cut through the air like a blade. In fact... he hadn't done anything... it was just... his new self.

'You went overboard.' Sapphire spoke to Felicia through a communication rune. 'You talk like you didn't want him to get stronger to face you.' She retorted, and Sapphire huffed.

Vergil crossed his arms, his red gaze glowing as he scanned the group before him. "Now that I'm back, we have bigger matters to discuss. What happened to me during these months was necessary, and, Sapphire..." He turned his gaze directly to her, softening his tone. "Thank you for holding down the fort. You did more than enough."

Sapphire quickly blushed, her rigid posture faltering for a moment before she regained her composure. "Hmph! I worked hard," she declared with inflated pride.

Meanwhile, a silent storm of thoughts passed through the heads of the other women:

'Worked hard, my ass, old bitch,' Katharina thought, her eyes half-lidded.

'I did work, yeah, sleeping like a bear in hibernation,' Roxanne muttered internally.

'The one who really worked was me! Dealing with my mom is real hell,' Ada complained in her own mind, crossing her arms.

Vergil ignored the unspoken tensions and turned back to the group. He studied each of them before breaking into an ironic smile. "So... can someone explain to me why, in my absence, you've assembled a collection of Waifus here in front of me? And more importantly, why the hell does she look like a Gyaru?" He pointed directly at Morgana, whose questionable outfit looked even more out of place under his critical gaze.

"Gyaru?" Sapphire repeated, furrowing her brow. It was clear she had no idea what he was talking about. Well, considering she was practically a humanoid fossil, it made sense.

Morgana, who had been posing casually, shrugged and shot him a defiant smile. "Be a human woman for one day in this hellish heat and tell me you wouldn't end up looking like me." Showing off her bikini tan line, she was already starting to tan in that... place.

Vergil rolled his eyes while Sapphire, still trying to understand, looked to the other women. Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne exchanged knowing glances before turning to Sapphire, scrutinizing her as if she were a strange specimen.

"Hey! Brats, why are you looking at me like that?!" Sapphire growled, her tone irritated as she crossed her arms defensively.

Katharina grinned sideways. "Just trying to imagine you as a Gyaru."

Ada raised an eyebrow. "I think she'd be a lost cause. Her personality doesn't fit with fake nails and artificial tanning."

Roxanne laughed, covering her mouth. "Not to mention that Gyarus are cool. Sapphire is more... a whip-wielding dinosaur."

"DINOSAUR?!" Sapphire shouted, taking a step forward, her face turning red with anger.

"Calm down, T-Rex," Roxanne teased, winking at her.

Vergil raised his hands, interrupting before Sapphire could explode in fury. "Enough, enough! We don't have time for a civil war among women." He sighed, massaging his temples before turning his attention back to Morgana. "And you, Morgana..." He narrowed his eyes at the witch, who was casually adjusting her bikini, completely oblivious to the seriousness of the situation. "Be careful. That outfit of yours isn't exactly practical, and—"

Vuuush!

A strong breeze blew past the group, and in a catastrophic instant, Morgana's bikini simply slid off her body, leaving her voluptuous breasts completely exposed.

The silence that followed was almost deafening. The eyes of everyone in the group widened as Morgana blinked slowly, processing what had happened.

"AHHH!!!" Morgana screamed, covering herself awkwardly with her hands, her face as red as a ripe tomato. "FUCKING PERVERTED WIND!"

As she screamed, Vergil looked down at his hand... "I think... ah..." he muttered then...

'Better pretend it wasn't me... I don't think I can fight the jealousy of my mother and Sapphire together...'