My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Felicia, who had been observing the scene with a critical gaze, immediately noticed something odd. She froze for a moment, a mischievous smile forming on her lips as her words came out laced with a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Wait... since when are you two... together?" Felicia asked, her voice dripping with skepticism as she tried to piece together what was happening.

Vergil turned slightly toward her, his expression calm yet resolute.

"It's been a week... I don't remember exactly when, but the truth is, I claimed her. I took her completely."

Felicia was left speechless, her mouth slightly agape as she struggled to process what he had just said.

"What?" she asked, her voice low and filled with incredulity, but her expression said it all. A vein throbbed on her forehead, as though her patience was fraying quickly. "Repeat. What. You. Just. Said," she murmured, her aura growing so menacing it seemed impossible, considering she'd already admitted to being low on energy.

Vergil blinked, confused, but there was no trace of fear in him. He tilted his head slightly, as though failing to understand why she was so worked up. "I said I claimed her. Sapphire is my woman now. What's the problem, mother?" he responded calmly, though there was a faintly provocative undertone in his voice.

Felicia froze for a moment. Her aura grew even denser, and the ground around her began to crack, despite her not making any conscious effort. Her eyes burned with a mix of shock, anger, and pure maternal possessiveness.

Vergil fully turned to her, still holding Sapphire, who remained silent, her cheeks slightly flushed. She knew exactly what was coming — Felicia's expression was unmistakable. It was the look of a mother who refused to be sidelined.

"How dare you?!" Felicia exploded, her voice reverberating through the space. She stepped forward, pointing an accusatory finger at Vergil. "You think you can just abandon me like this? I'm your mother! My word is law! And you dare... you dare to claim a woman without even asking my permission?!"

Vergil sighed, as though dealing with a petulant child. "Mother, with all due respect... you don't get to dictate my love life."

Felicia's eyes widened, her face reddening with fury. "I don't?! I DON'T?!" she practically screamed, making Sapphire take a small step back. Felicia spun toward Sapphire, now pointing her finger at her. "And you! What did you do to enchant my son? He would never have done something like this on his own! You must be under some kind of demonic spell!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Sapphire finally lifted her chin, crossing her arms as she stared Felicia directly in the eyes. "I don't need any spell, Felicia. Vergil chose me of his own free will. Maybe because I'm more of a woman than you'll ever be." She smirked boldly.

"More of a woman?! How dare you insult me?! I'm his mother!" Felicia retorted, clearly offended. "He's my son! And no one, NO ONE, can replace him in my heart!"

Vergil sighed again, rubbing his temple with his free hand. "Mother, you're overreacting. Sapphire isn't trying to replace you. And frankly, I'm an adult now. I can make my own decisions." He glanced at Sapphire, who was now smiling victoriously. "And I won the bet—she's mine."

Felicia looked between the two of them, her expression oscillating between rage and frustration, before throwing her hands up dramatically. "This is outrageous! Sapphire, you'll be hearing from me! And you, Vergil... this isn't over!" Her voice echoed through the air, brimming with indignation.

Before either of them could respond, a new voice, firm and brimming with authority, cut through the tension like a blade.

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"What is all this unnecessary commotion?"

The sound made all three of them freeze instantly, as though time itself had stopped for a moment. A distinct, immense, and utterly undeniable presence filled the space. The pressure emanating from the voice was unlike anything they were used to—it was neither demonic nor human. It was something pure, yet overwhelming.

Felicia turned abruptly, her eyes widening in surprise. "Raphael..." she murmured, her voice carrying a mix of recognition and discomfort.

A white portal appeared out of nowhere in the center of the room, radiating an ethereal glow—soft yet intense enough to be almost blinding. From the portal emerged a figure so commanding that even Sapphire, with all her fearless demeanor, took an instinctive step back.

A woman stepped through the gateway, her presence dominating the space. Her short pink hair framed a flawless face, exuding grace and an almost otherworldly beauty. Her figure was breathtakingly elegant, wrapped in a white dress with a daring neckline that defied earthly concepts of modesty. Six angelic wings, their feathers pure as snow, extended behind her, emanating an aura of divine and unshakable authority.

Raphael descended gracefully onto the ground, the light around her dimming slightly, though her overwhelming presence remained intact. Her piercing golden eyes swept across the room, analyzing each person as if they were mere pieces on a chessboard. She seemed unruffled, almost bored, yet her arrival made the room's temperature drop by several degrees.

"So this is where you've decided to create such a ridiculous uproar?" Raphael said, her voice dripping with thinly veiled disdain. "Frankly, Sepphirothy, is this how you spend your time when you should be... quiet?" She cast a fleeting glance at Sapphire and Vergil, as if assessing them, though her face betrayed no emotion.

"Self-righteous celestial whore," Sapphire shot back, clenching her fists, her aura still pulsing but laced with a clear sense of caution. "Go back to your blessed palace."

Raphael raised an eyebrow, a faint smile forming on her lips, though devoid of any warmth. "Bold, Demon Queen. Admirable, but still foolish."

Felicia, still reeling from the sudden turn of events, tried to interject. "Raphael, this situation is more complicated than you think. Leave before I kill you," Felicia said, her voice trembling with both anger and lingering exhaustion.

"Ah, Sepphirothy..." Raphael sighed, her voice dripping with condescension, almost motherly, as she shook her head, her wings moving with effortless grace. "You never learn, do you? You can barely stand, yet you persist in trying to rise against me. Go to sleep, little demon."

With a subtle movement of her hand, Raphael conjured a golden orb of pure light. The energy was dense and radiant, carrying a divine weight that seemed to choke the air around it. The orb shot toward Felicia, cutting through the room like an inevitable falling star.

But before the light could reach its target, an unexpected presence intervened.

"It seems even angels have forgotten the basics of manners," Vergil said, his voice firm yet laced with an undeniable edge of contempt.

He extended his hand, his open palm meeting the orb mid-air. The impact was instantaneous, flooding the room with blinding light that even the shadows seemed to retreat from. As the brilliance dimmed, the orb was suspended, caught between Vergil's fingers.

The heat was unbearable, and the acrid scent of burning flesh filled the air as smoke rose from his hand, a searing burn evident on his palm. Yet Vergil didn't flinch. His gaze remained locked on Raphael, a mix of defiance and disdain gleaming in his eyes.

Raphael arched a brow, her expression faintly surprised but still composed. "Interesting…" she murmured, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "You dare to intervene, son of Sepphirothy? And with such insolence."

Vergil tightened his grip on the orb, crushing it into a burst of golden sparks that dissipated like falling stars. Slowly lowering his hand, ignoring the glaring burn on his skin, he stepped forward, his icy gaze boring into Raphael.

"If you've come here to flaunt your supposed authority, Featherbrain, I suggest you reconsider your priorities. I have no patience for angelic games today," he said, his voice laced with venom, the intensity of his glare threatening to consume Raphael.

Raphael's brow quirked higher, a playful smile now fully forming on her lips. With deliberate slowness, she brought her fingers to her lips, biting them lightly as her golden eyes scanned Vergil from head to toe.

"Oh... how adorable," Raphael said in a provocative tone, her voice almost a whisper yet deliberately loud enough for everyone to hear. "Such boldness, such strength... He's exactly my type of man."

Sapphire immediately rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in clear irritation. "Oh, great. Because that's exactly what we need right now... another lunatic falling for Vergil."

"Ugh... just let everyone die already..." Another voice echoed through the room—a voice laced with exhaustion and melancholy. "Why is it so damn hard to maintain control in this miserable world?"

The voice's owner stepped forward, raising a single finger with an air of resigned authority. The chaos in the room abruptly halted, as if the very fabric of reality had been commanded to still.

"Pardon the interruption... but, if I may... Could you all please stop?" the woman said, her tone flat but cutting, as if both irritated and entirely fed up.