My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"So… why are you still holding that?" Sapphire asked, narrowing her eyes as she fixed her gaze on the bluish orb in Vergil's hands.

"I just find it fascinating that a dragon is sealed inside this, that's all," Vergil replied with a nonchalant smile. He spun the orb between his fingers, admiring the shimmering nuances that seemed to hold a miniature storm within. "It's amazing how magic can contain something so powerful... the Platinum Dragon Empress. Not something you see every day."

Sapphire, hearing the title, raised an eyebrow and, with a firm motion, snatched the orb from his hands. "The Platinum Dragon Empress?" she repeated in a dry tone, holding the orb with a critical look before placing it beside her. "Are you really finding another woman interesting right in front of me, Vergil?"

He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could formulate a defense, Sapphire was already acting. With the predatory grace that defined her, she climbed onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and leaning forward until their faces were just inches apart.

Vergil arched an eyebrow, surprised but clearly amused by the sudden shift in behavior. "Sapphire…" he began, but she cut him off, leaning even closer until her lips nearly brushed against his earlobe.

"Tell me, darling…" she whispered in a low, sultry voice, enough to make his breath hitch. "Do you find this so-called 'Dragon Empress' more interesting than me? Because if that's the case…" Sapphire dragged her fingers across his chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt as she spoke, "I can show you what it's like to play with something far more dangerous."

Vergil let out a low chuckle and gripped her waist firmly, locking eyes with her. "Sapphire, my dear… do you really think some magical orb or dragon could steal my attention with you around?"

Satisfied with the answer, Sapphire tilted her head with a victorious smile. "Hm, I hope not. Because if I find out you're thinking about another…" she lightly bit his chin, "I won't hesitate to remind you who's in charge here."

"Oh, so you want to be in charge?" Vergil replied, squeezing her hips slightly.

"If you behave, darling, I might even let you believe that," Sapphire said in a mischievous tone before gracefully sliding off his lap and picking up the orb again, holding it with disdain.

At that moment, Felicia entered the room, her expression a mix of jealousy and anger. "Can you get off my son?" she asked, crossing her arms, her voice carrying a firmness that demanded attention. "I'm still his mother, and frankly, I don't want to see… my 'Battle Companion' sitting in his lap."

Sapphire, far from intimidated, raised an eyebrow and let out a mocking laugh. "We were just discussing important matters, Felicia. Are you so jealous you want to sit on your son's lap yourself?"

The room fell into a charged silence, Sapphire's words hanging in the air like a deliberate provocation.

Felicia narrowed her eyes, her lips curling into a dangerous smile. She slowly stepped closer, the sound of her heels echoing through the room as Sapphire maintained her smug smile. "You talk too much, Sapphire," Felicia said in a low, threatening tone. "And you'd better be careful with your insinuations… because you have no idea what I'm capable of."

Vergil, who had remained silent up until then, watching the exchange with an enigmatic smile, decided to step in. "Mother, Sapphire… I know you're both forces of nature, but maybe this isn't the best time to test each other's patience."

Felicia turned her gaze to him, and for a moment, her rigid demeanor faltered. Her eyes, always so confident, took on a conflicted shine. "Vergil," she began, her voice softer now. "I just don't want… to lose you to these… opportunists."

"You'll never lose me, Mother," Vergil replied calmly, rising from the chair and walking toward her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes locked on hers. "But maybe it would be good to remember that I'm capable of making my own decisions… and dealing with the consequences of them."

Felicia bit her lower lip, her face taking on a faint shade of red. Her thoughts quickly wandered to less appropriate places, and she averted her gaze, murmuring something incomprehensible.

"See that?" Sapphire teased, tossing her hair back again. "He's more mature than you think, Felicia. Maybe it's time to stop trying to control him like he's a child."

"Shut up, Sapphire!" Felicia snapped back, now blushing with anger. She pointed a finger at the other woman, but her threatening posture only made Sapphire laugh harder.

Vergil sighed, massaging his temples. "Why do I feel like, instead of ruling demons and facing enemies, I'm always caught in an endless domestic dispute?"

Felicia crossed her arms, looking at him again, but this time with a more maternal—or almost maternal—air. "Because, darling, you're special."

"Ah, 'special' is one way to put it," Sapphire added with a mischievous smile before leaning closer to Vergil. "But don't worry, my dear. I'm here to make sure you're treated exactly as you deserve... like a king."

Felicia opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, Vergil raised his hand, cutting off any further argument. "That's enough. Both of you. Let's focus on what matters... and it doesn't include who can or can't sit on my lap."

Both women looked at him, each with a mix of respect and stubbornness evident on their faces, but neither seemed ready to back down easily.

"If he thinks this is over, he's mistaken," Felicia muttered to herself, while Sapphire let out a soft laugh, clearly pleased at having managed to rattle her rival once again.

"Alright, Mother. What happened this time?" Vergil asked, gently moving Sapphire off his lap as he stood with a firm yet curious expression.

"Hmph." Felicia huffed, crossing her arms and turning her face away in a gesture of proud defiance, though her eyes watched him from the corner of her gaze.

After a few seconds, she finally relented. "We found another fragment."

Vergil raised an eyebrow, his interest immediately piqued. "Another fragment? Where exactly?"

Felicia sighed deeply, as if the answer was so obvious it hardly deserved being said. "It's in an area controlled by the Fallen Angels." Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire