My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Hm... so all of this is..." Vergil murmured, his eyes scanning the long list of wanted criminals. Papers were scattered across the table, filled with names, crimes, and disturbing descriptions.

He sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Which one of these attacked Viviane?" he asked, narrowing his eyes as he examined the endless rows of criminal records.

As he read, thoughts began to form. 'To think that Angels, Demons, and Fallen Angels have so many common targets... Could the concept of "celestial justice" be more flexible than I imagined?'

Sapphire, leaning against the edge of the table, was the first to break the silence. "That's the problem, all of these bastards are somehow connected... Like a..."

"A faction of renegades from all races," Vergil completed, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he rolled his eyes. "Because, of course, the world needed more complexity..." He flipped another page, stopping to observe a few particularly eccentric names.

Felicia, sitting further back in a chair with her chin resting in her hand while she swung her foot, cast a critical glance at the papers. "Are they remnants of the war who didn't agree with the outcome?"

"Some, yes. Others, apparently, just want to watch the world burn... or maybe they just don't like the current leaders of the factions." Sapphire replied with a shrug, as if talking about a minor inconvenience rather than a potential threat to the balance of power.

Vergil let out a dry laugh, pointing to a particularly flamboyant name on the list. "I assume most of them are Fallen Angels..." He paused and, with a malicious smile, added, "With their leader, even I would join a band of traitors."

Felicia raised an eyebrow, crossing her legs and leaning her arms on the back of the chair. "Azazel is a... peculiar man," she said, her voice laced with a mix of sarcasm and curiosity as she glanced out the window.

Sapphire couldn't hold back a laugh, shaking her head. "Peculiar is an understatement. I'd say he's... innovative." She turned to Vergil with a mischievous smile. "But I'll admit, it's not exactly the most dignified approach for a leader of a race."

Vergil leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and staring at Sapphire. "Oh, and what exactly do you consider 'undignified,' my dear?"

Sapphire grinned slyly, like a cat who just caught a mouse. "Posting his orgies on social media, for starters. A truly uplifting spectacle for the angelic community. Nothing like a world-renowned leader flaunting his... carnal... achievements on Y."

Vergil laughed, and even Felicia cracked a slight smile. "Ah, of course," he replied, his voice heavy with irony. "Because nothing says 'responsible leadership' like a feed full of parties with drinks, women, and, occasionally, bursts of power."

Felicia crossed her arms, feigning indignation. "Honestly, what surprises me more is that he still has followers. Just imagine: 'Hi, I'm Azazel, and I lead my race with wisdom, strength, and a little tequila on Fridays.'"

Sapphire burst out laughing. "Well, he's charismatic, I'll give him that. Apparently, 'capital sin' is the new black."

Vergil shook his head, a smile still on his lips. "Well, jokes aside, the fact that so many people are willing to betray their factions can't be ignored. This is more than just a collection of renegades. It's a coordinated threat."

Sapphire nodded, her smile gradually fading. "I agree. These names you're reading? Many of them are monsters, even among their own races. People you wouldn't want to cross in the market, let alone on the battlefield."

Felicia stood from the chair, walking slowly toward the table while pulling one of the papers. "If they're connected, it means they have a common goal. Something big enough to unite beings who would normally kill each other at the first opportunity."

Vergil drummed his fingers on the table, thoughtful. "That raises the question: who's leading this mess? Doesn't seem like anyone important."

Sapphire narrowed her eyes, pulling another sheet from the stack. "There's a name here..." She stopped, frowning. "No, it can't be."

Vergil leaned forward, taking the paper from her hands. He read the name aloud, his expression hardening. "Lucian. I've heard of him... a brilliant strategist, but as sadistic as he is powerful. He'd be more than capable of organizing something like this."

Felicia snorted, placing her hands on her hips. "How do you know someone from the supernatural world?"

A heavy silence fell over the room, filled with unspoken meaning.

Vergil was the first to break it, letting out a long sigh and standing up. "Well, I kind of started... looking into powerful people..." Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire

Sapphire and Felicia exchanged a look before both smiled in a similarly predatory way.

Sapphire straightened, pulling a stack of papers closer, her fingers running through them with precision. She seemed more focused now, the excitement of the moment fading as her expression turned serious.

"Well, since you're not too familiar with the main players here, let me give you a little history lesson," she said, her voice now cold and direct, as if preparing Vergil for a mental battle. "Lucian may be a potential leader, but he's not the only name you should be worried about."

She tossed a sheet onto the table, the ink almost looking burned from so much time and movement. Vergil grabbed the paper, his eyes quickly scanning the information.

"Dante," Sapphire continued, watching his reaction. "Dante DeValle, a name many prefer to forget. Former member of the Council of Archons, he was expelled for disobeying orders in an ancient war. But instead of hiding, he became something of a... shadow advisor. He manipulates both humans and supernaturals with chilling ease. If there's one thing he knows how to do, it's plant chaos and reap the rewards of disorder. And the worst part? He loves to do it from afar."

Vergil furrowed his brow, processing the information. He was still trying to grasp the complexity of the new world he was in, but he began to realize how much more dangerous the players were behind the curtains.

"Interesting," he murmured, tossing the sheet aside. "And who else?"

"There's also her." Sapphire paused before carefully pulling another sheet. "Seraphina Kalra, a renegade leader of Fallen Angels. No one knows exactly how she gained so much power, but it's said she had a unique ability: she could corrupt the souls of angels before they fell, making them stronger. She uses them as chess pieces, with no mercy. But the most intriguing part? She disappeared from the scene decades ago, but her name still echoes in the halls of Hell and the Celestial realms."

Vergil looked at the paper, a shadow of concern crossing his eyes. "A shadow from the past... And she's still a threat?"

"Yes," Sapphire replied without hesitation. "Her network is vast, and even in her exile, she has influence. Don't underestimate someone with the ability to hide and manipulate for so long."

Felicia, who had been silent until then, raised an eyebrow and intervened, "We can't forget some of the others, right? Like Carmine, the former leader of one of the largest vampire factions. They say he allied himself with a high-ranking demon who died at the hands of the Fallen. Carmine isn't someone who submits easily... and his loyalty to these new renegades is unquestionable."

Sapphire smiled coldly. "Exactly. Do you see the pattern, Vergil? They're all powerful individuals, with personal ambitions and reasons. And unlike you, who's just beginning to understand the complexities of this game, these others have mastered the rules long ago."

Vergil made a gesture with his hand, his expression more focused. "It's starting to make sense... but something's still missing. They have a common goal, but what could it be?"

"Ah, my dear, that's the big question," Sapphire replied, her voice laden with mystery. "For now, they're acting as a unit, but what truly binds them? The answer... well, that's what we need to find out." She paused, as if savoring the moment. "And who knows, maybe you'll feel more at ease dealing with their leader, whoever he may be."

Vergil looked at the papers, his mind racing with possibilities. Each name, each faction, and every move she explained added a new layer of complexity to his understanding of the world. He knew things wouldn't be easy, but now, he was starting to see the bigger picture.

"I just hope you're not making me walk straight into the first trap," he murmured.

Sapphire gave an enigmatic smile. "In the end, who will be the trap and who will be the hunter, Vergil? Perhaps you'll have to find out for yourself."