My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil was sitting in a luxurious black leather armchair, in the center of the spacious living room of Sapphire's mansion in the Human World... The décor was a blend of classic elegance and modern extravagance: crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, while demonic sculptures carved from obsidian adorned the sides of the room. Despite the imposing setting, the atmosphere was lighter, almost comical, due to the personalities in the scene.

'When was this place rebuilt?' He wondered, as he had visited here several times, but... after eight months... so much had changed.

Seeing his expression, Novah finally revealed. "Lady Sapphire destroyed half the house after... well, she couldn't see you." Novah said as if reading his expression.

"Oh... right..." Vergil murmured, looking at the women in the room...

"So... the Vatican is back in the game," Vergil began, crossing his legs and looking at the women gathered around. "And it seems they're not wasting any time." His tone was calm but laced with sarcasm.

Sapphire, who was lounging on a nearby sofa, huffed as she twirled a wine glass between her fingers. "The Vatican never knows when to quit. They should have learned their lesson after the meteor." She took a sip of her wine and added, "But no, there they are, sticking their noses where they don't belong, and now, they have pieces of Excalibur."

"Mom... you threw a meteor on top of them," Katharina retorted, adjusting her glasses as she flipped through a tablet. "It's not like it's something easy to forget."

'She... is using teacher glasses to... try to seduce me?' Vergil questioned before noticing Katharina crossing her legs in a rather... malicious way... 'Of course she is...'

"I agree," Ada commented from the other side of the room. "You can't help but take it personally when a meteor falls on your backyard. You practically slapped them in the face and said: 'Prove God exists now.'"

Vergil chuckled softly. "You guys are terrible, but what's this story about the Vatican having... Fragments of Excalibur?" Vergil asked, his red eyes flickering between curiosity and anger.

"It seems like everything's turned into a race to unite Excalibur," Roxanne interjected, sitting on a puff with a plate of small sweets in her hand. "The Vatican is like that cockroach you step on and think you've killed, but when you turn your back, there it is, walking around like nothing happened. They somehow heard about the incident with Viviane and started going after the fragments themselves."

"And now they're even hiring leather-clad women to hunt sacred swords," Ada said, rolling her eyes. "What's next? Sending a boy band group to steal the remaining fragments?"

"Hey, don't underestimate boy bands," Morgana commented casually, sitting cross-legged with a milkshake in hand. "They win hearts and destroy physiques. It's a dangerous tactic." She said, raising her finger, "No. Underestimate. Idols!" She spoke as her breasts in a bikini bounced.

"Morgana... please," Viviane sighed, rubbing her temples... "We're trying to be serious here, put on some clothes..."

Vergil raised an eyebrow, looking at Viviane. "Are we really? Because, honestly, this feels like a Chaos Council meeting."

Viviane blushed slightly and tried to compose herself. "The point is, we need to decide what to do about this situation. The Vatican isn't just going to stop. They have the resources, the motivation, and now fragments of Excalibur. This could be a real problem."

"Finally, something sensible," Katharina said, adjusting her glasses again. "If the fragments are reunited, their power could be enough to cause real damage to everyone in the world." She looked at Vergil. "And we know who they'll try to target first."

Vergil tilted his head thoughtfully. "Demons, of course. Because apparently, we're the protagonists of this story." He paused dramatically before adding, "And also because I'm a fucking Chaos Magnet."

Sapphire rolled her eyes. "Magnet or not, you're a likely target because of your high position in the hierarchy. And that means all of us are too."

"That's not news," Roxanne commented, grabbing another candy. "Ever since I joined this team, I've gotten used to being attacked by all sorts of crazy people." She gave a provocative smile. "Comes with the marriage package, right?"

Ada laughed. "Yeah, Vergil's marriage package comes with endless drama, constant fights, and, of course, a mansion full of crazy women."
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"Don't forget, you're part of it," Morgana added, still sipping her milkshake. "Stop being a hypocrite."

Vergil tilted his head with a satisfied smile. "I knew you all loved me."

"Let's get back on track," Viviane interrupted, crossing her arms. "What are we going to do? Letting the Vatican act freely isn't an option."

"I suggest we wait and see what they do first," Sapphire said. "If we go after them now, we'll be playing their game."

"What if they gather all the fragments?" Katharina asked, worried. "That could put us at a significant disadvantage."

Vergil raised his hand. "Let's think strategically. If they want the fragments, we want them even more. But we won't act impulsively. We'll gather information, prepare our defenses, and plan our next moves."

"That sounds... sensible," Viviane said, surprised.

"Of course," Vergil replied with a smile. "I'm sensible when it matters. And when it doesn't, I care a lot less."

"Anyway," Sapphire said, standing up. "If that's what we've decided, I'll contact some informants and see what we can find out about the Vatican's movements."

"And I'll prepare our gear," Katharina announced. "If we're facing something of this level, we need to be ready."

"I'll make a snack," Morgana said casually. "Anyone want anything?"

"I'll take a coffee," Roxanne replied. "But no magic this time."

"No promises," Morgana answered with a mischievous smile as she stood up to leave.

The women nodded in unison, but it was only a few steps from Morgana when the tranquility was interrupted by a sharp scream.

"Kyaa! Ice cream!" Morgana suddenly exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention.

Vergil, along with the rest of the group, turned around quickly, only to be faced with a sight that made time seem to slow down.

She had poured milkshake on her huge breasts, which were barely contained by her bikini top. The sweet, creamy liquid leaked between the curves of her soft mounds, forming sticky trails that dripped onto her tense stomach.

Her wide eyes and surprised expression made her even more irresistible. She tried to clean up the damage with her hands, but each movement only seemed to make the scene even more sensual, spreading the cold cream while biting her lower lip, clearly uncomfortable with the cold.

"A-Ah, that's... so cold!" she moaned, her cheeks blushing slightly.

Vergil was speechless for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. He huffed, trying to look away, but the other members of the group couldn't disguise their mischievous smiles or embarrassed glances.

"Morgana..." he began, trying to sound serious, but his voice sounded huskier than he intended. "Perhaps... you'd better change your clothes."

Morgana let out a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes.

"You think?" she replied sarcastically, as she reached for a towel to cover herself, but not before casting an insinuating glance at Vergil, the corner of her mouth curving up in an amused smile.

"I think you like it..." he started to say, but his teasing was suddenly cut off.

Almost imperceptibly, a sheet of crystal-clear water appeared against her throat, cold as ice. Morgana widened her eyes, feeling the delicate but threatening pressure, while a soft, dangerous female voice sounded behind her.

"My dear niece..." said Viviane, with a sweet tone that made her blood run cold. "How about you listen to what my master said before I... have to reshape the size of those exaggerated breasts of yours with this knife?"

The smile that accompanied the threat was dazzling, but terribly frightening. The woman showed no effort in keeping control of the blade, but her gaze was like an even sharper blade.

Morgana felt a shiver run down her spine. Swallowing dryly, she slowly raised her hands in surrender, a small nervous smile curving her lips.

"Right, right... Got it. No more teasing..."