My Wives are Beautiful Demons

[New Vatican]

Pope Adrian rose from his throne, a man of noble bearing but with a face etched with worry. Much of his youth had been stripped away when Sapphire attacked the Old Vatican. His eyes fixed on the three generals before him—Alexander, Lariet, and Gordon—survivors of that fateful day.

The men still bore the scars of the previous battle, their bodies wrapped in bandages and their expressions a mixture of determination and exhaustion. It had taken long months for them to recover.

"Generals Alexander, Lariet, Gordon..." Adrian began, his voice heavy with gravity. "We were fortunate. Fortunate that the fragment of Excalibur was able to shield us from the devastating impact of that... meteor." He emphasized the word as if it were a painful reminder of the overwhelming force they had faced. "But it seems our luck has completely run out."

Adrian turned to gaze at the golden sword mounted on the wall, its blade gleaming under the candlelight that illuminated the grand chamber. He stepped closer, extending a hand toward the weapon, though he did not touch it. Instead, he merely contemplated it, as though searching for answers.

"Excalibur..." he murmured. "A mere fragment of its former glory, yet powerful enough to protect us." His voice dipped into a somber tone. "But... the world is shifting."

The sound of resolute footsteps echoed through the hall, drawing the attention of everyone present. Two pairs of high-heeled boots, crafted from gleaming leather, crossed the threshold of the chamber, heralding the arrival of two women whose presence radiated equal measures of power and allure. The generals instinctively straightened, as though the room had been invaded by two elemental forces of nature.

Iridia was the first to catch the eye. Her golden hair, like strands of pure sunlight, swayed gently with every confident step, reflecting the torchlight as though blessed by the heavens themselves. She wore a sleek black leather bodysuit that hugged every curve of her flawless figure, adorned with golden metallic accents that gave her an air of regal authority. A long white cape flowed from her shoulders, contrasting with the boldness of her outfit and adding a touch of divine majesty. Her eyes glimmered with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the souls of those present, inspiring both awe and fear.

Following closely behind her was Zex. Her short, deep blue hair shimmered under the flickering light, highlighting her exotic and intimidating beauty.

Unlike Iridia, Zex's presence was fierce and predatory, like a huntress on the prowl. She wore a black leather crop top that revealed her toned midsection and a pair of form-fitting leather pants. Elbow-length gloves reinforced her image of authority and danger. Her white cape flowed behind her, split to reveal glimpses of her legs as she walked, adding an air of wild, lethal freedom to her figure.

"Iridia, Zex," Adrian greeted, his voice a mix of relief and concern. "You've arrived just in time."

Iridia offered a brief bow, her white cape gliding gracefully as she inclined her head. Her voice rang out, clear and melodious, yet imbued with undeniable authority. "Your Holiness, we received your summons. It seems recent events have surpassed even our darkest expectations."

"Indeed," Adrian replied gravely, motioning for them to step closer. "We are facing forces that challenge not only our control but our very understanding. I presume these are..." He trailed off, his gaze locking onto the swords strapped securely to their backs.

"Yes," Iridia confirmed, her voice steady. "We have recovered two more fragments."

Zex, with no pretense, drew the blade from her back in a smooth motion, the sound of metal slicing the air reverberating like distant thunder. The sword's blade shimmered with a golden aura, radiating an almost divine energy. "We don't know how many fragments remain, but..." she began, her tone grave and serious.

Before she could finish, Pope Adrian raised his hand, a calm yet meaningful gesture that silenced her. "It's all right, Zex," he said, his voice softening with a serene undertone. "Every fragment we recover brings us closer to the strength we need. You've done well."

Iridia and Zex exchanged glances but maintained their firm and imposing posture. The tension in the room was palpable, yet there was something in Adrian's tone that seemed to calm their concerns, if only for a moment.

"These fragments," Adrian continued, his eyes fixed on the gleaming blade in Zex's hands, "must not fall into the wrong hands. Do you understand?" He asked, and both women nodded in unison.

Zex sheathed the sword once more, crossing her arms as a sly smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Then tell us what needs to be done, Your Holiness. We're here for that. But let me warn you... subtlety isn't exactly our specialty."

Adrian allowed himself a faint smile, though his eyes betrayed the urgency of the situation. "I've noticed that, Zex. And in this case, subtlety will be the last thing we need."

He stepped forward, gesturing toward the swords that Zex and Iridia had brought with them. "The fragments of Excalibur are not just relics. Each one holds a portion of Sir Arthur's sacred power. And in the wrong hands..." He let the sentence trail off, but the gravity in his tone was enough for everyone in the room to grasp what was at stake.

Iridia tilted her head slightly, her golden hair cascading over her shoulder as she fixed Adrian with her piercing gaze. "What is it you wish for us to do, Your Holiness?"

Adrian raised his eyes to meet theirs, his voice cutting through the silence that hung heavy in the room. "Begin hunting down the remaining fragments. Every second we waste is an opportunity for others to misuse the sacred power for nefarious purposes."

Zex took a small step forward, crossing her arms over her chest. "And what about those who already have fragments? Are we supposed to... persuade them to hand them over?" Her suggestion carried a dangerous edge, reinforced by the predatory glint in her deep blue eyes.

Adrian hesitated for a brief moment, but his expression quickly hardened. "If possible, retrieve them without bloodshed. But if you encounter resistance... remember what is at stake. The future balance of the world depends on this."
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Iridia nodded, adjusting her white cape with an air of composed elegance. "Understood. We will track the fragments and ensure they are returned to where they belong."

Zex's smirk widened, a mischievous glint lighting up her face. "Perfect. I was starting to get bored."

Despite his deep concerns, Adrian felt a momentary sense of relief. With these two leading the mission, there was a real chance for success. He could only hope that the power they sought to restore would not destroy everything in the process.