My Wives are Beautiful Demons

After a period of silence and Magnus' aura trying to intimidate all the demons, a large screen appeared revealing the fighters. And so, Magnus' massive face appeared on the screen.

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[Magnus Phenex, heir of the Phenex Clan]

[Age: 205 years]

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[Vergil..., Disciple of Sapphire Agares]

[Age: 21 years]

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Well, the audience's reaction wasn't very positive, in fact, it was more of a... quite boring occurrence.

"They're just kids..." Some didn't like it, especially knowing that truly powerful demons weren't going to fight.

"...Well, let's watch anyway..." others were just grateful there was some entertainment to be had.

"Boring." Some completely lost interest.

"I'm so lazy." Vergil said as he continued watching the screen, "For some reason, I'm feeling really relaxed," he said with a smile.

"Of course, you're almost twenty times stronger now, things like that happen," Sapphire commented, sipping her wine.

Vergil was completely at ease, with Katharina sitting on his lap, watching the arena. He seemed immune to the murmurs and discomfort of the crowd around him, most of whom were muttering horrible things. The muffled sound of boos and disapproval filled the air, but he simply smiled, as if nothing could affect him. Katharina, on the other hand, wore a thoughtful expression, her eyes fixed on the screen, following each move unfolding.

The crowd was clearly bored. Some cursed Vergil, calling him weak, while others said he was just wasting the time of the real warriors. The tension grew as the clamor from the audience intensified, but Vergil remained unfazed, showing no sign of concern. Katharina then looked at him with silent curiosity, noticing the absolute calm he exhibited in the face of all that pressure.

That's when the sound of a powerful voice cut through the atmosphere, coming directly from the arena.

"Vergil!" Magnus shouted, his voice echoing through the stadium, causing everyone to stop for a moment. "Do you consider yourself a demon of power? Where's your courage? You're just a coward! Get out here!"

Magnus' provocation was like a direct blow, slicing through the tense silence that followed. The crowd started to scream even louder, some urging for the battle to begin, while others continued to mock. But, as everyone waited for a reaction from Vergil, he simply raised an eyebrow, still holding Katharina, his expression unchanged.

"Coward?" He repeated the word with an almost amused tone, as if savoring each syllable, before glancing at Katharina, who seemed much more interested in his calm demeanor than in the provocations.

"Fufufu~ I think it's time," Sapphire smiled toward him, and he returned her smile with one just as provocative...

"Oh... then let's put on a show," Vergil said as he lightly stood up and gently placed Katharina on her seat.

He looked down and smiled when he realized the man was already looking at him...

"Since my wives are watching... I'll show off a little," Vergil declared, playfully embracing the situation.

Then, with a quick motion, he extended his hand and, with pure force, destroyed the glass of the VIP room with ease. The sound of the impact was deafening, reverberating throughout the coliseum, a crash that echoed in everyone's mind, making even the bravest hesitate for a moment.

The sound of the glass breaking caused the audience to fall silent for a brief instant, surprised and impressed by the display of power. It was as if Vergil had reminded everyone who was truly in control of the situation.

And, while the echo still reverberated through the coliseum, Vergil locked eyes directly with Magnus, a challenging, provocative gaze, as if saying: "Now, let's see who the coward really is."

Vergil, with an even more defiant grin, performed a sonic leap, his speed causing the air around him to ripple as he shot toward the battle arena.

The crowd barely had time to process before he was already there, in the center of the arena, standing directly before Magnus.

The sound of his feet hitting the ground echoed, but the true thunder was in his presence.

"Hello, coward," Vergil said, his voice a mix of sarcasm and amusement, the provocative smile never leaving his face.

Before Magnus could react, Vergil vanished.

It wasn't just a movement—it was an explosion of speed so fast it seemed to evaporate into the air.

The audience was stunned, unable to comprehend what had just happened, and soon, with a new crash, Vergil appeared suddenly at the other end of the arena, where Ada, in her stunning bridal gown, was standing, her serene appearance contrasting with the tension surrounding her.

The crowd murmured in surprise as Vergil looked at Ada, who stared at him with a gaze mixed with curiosity and perhaps a bit of confusion. Her white dress seemed to shine under the intense arena lights, but her heart seemed to have more to say.

Vergil grinned with a sense of satisfaction. "Hmm... What do we have here? You... in a bridal gown? How interesting," he said, his voice full of both provocation and admiration. "Thinking of trapping me in your love trap, or is this just to impress the crowd? Well, whoever thought this would provoke me really did a good job... Imagining is different from seeing my beautiful wife like this."

Ada, for her part, was already completely red. How could she not be? The man she had fallen in love with was now standing before almost five hundred thousand demons, provoking her and saying embarrassing things.

"P-please stop it, Darling..." she murmured, trying to hide herself, but there was nowhere to go.

Vergil let out a low laugh, his provocative gaze intensifying. "Oh, but how could I stop now? So many demons looking at my wife like this... It's truly a shame."

Vergil then turned and looked at the massive crowd... "Who wants to die?" he asked, and the audience was confused...
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There was a deep silence, a stillness in the air as the spectators digested Vergil's words. A red and black aura began to rise from his body, small bolts of lightning shooting from him, and an immense killing pressure fell upon the coliseum.

Those who were accustomed to the brutality of the Coliseum had never seen anything like this—nothing that evoked such fear. Magnus watched, furious, but also aware that he could match that power.

Vergil, with his calm posture and absolute confidence, then turned again, leaving Ada behind, and appeared in the center of the arena. His presence grew even more imposing as he raised one hand to the sky, his expression calculated and cold.

"Since everyone here is really interested in MY ADA," he said, his voice resonating throughout the Coliseum with a chilling calm, "then I'll just eliminate the evil at its root."

As he uttered those words, he gave a simple slap with his hand. The sound of the impact reverberated through the arena, and before anyone could react, something supernatural happened.

As the heads of more than 178,000 demons exploded all at once, an instant massacre. Blood gushed from the stands, drenching the crowd in a red shower. The metallic, nauseating smell filled the air, and the silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the bodies falling to the ground, lifeless—a pile of the dead and wounded. The arena was filled with screams, but not from the living—just the echo of death resonating between the walls.

Vergil remained in the center, like a statue, his eyes now fixed on Magnus. His provoking smile widened even further, challenging him to make the next move, knowing he had just shown everyone, including his enemies, what it truly meant to be a demon of his caliber.

"Did you think I would tolerate your pathetic existence disturbing my wife? I've told you, she is MINE," Vergil's eyes completely changed, turning pitch black with a hint of red, and once again, he clapped his hands, causing all the blood to begin to gather and flow towards him...

"Blood Control of the Baal Clan..." The red-haired woman who had been watching from afar said, seeing what he was doing.

Meanwhile, Ada stood in silence, her eyes fixed on Vergil, her body trembling, but now there was something else. Something deep and complex, as if she felt protected, almost as though she were enveloped in a sense of power that wasn't hers, but still made her feel safe. She was being defended in a way that few could understand.

Vergil, with his seductive and dominant smile, approached Ada. He looked at her with possessive adoration. "My wife looks so beautiful in white, but I think a Queen deserves something better..." he murmured, his voice carrying a loving tone, yet equally dangerous.

The blood surrounding Ada began to move fluidly, almost as if it had a life of its own. Suddenly, it formed into a macabre throne, a throne of blood, large enough to envelop Ada in an imposing manner. At the same time, her dress, which had been white, began to stain with a vivid red. It wasn't just the blood of the dead demons that surrounded her, but also the very energy of Vergil's power—a mix of destruction and possession that made her even more stunning and terrifying.

"This is better," Vergil said, smiling as he observed the scene with almost childlike satisfaction. He had created something magnificent and terrifying at once, a spectacle of blood and power, a throne for his wife, a queen in her own conquered land.

The crowd, still in shock from the mass slaughter, now watched a new scene unfold before their eyes. The woman, once an innocent bride, was now transformed into a regal, almost divine figure, draped in the blood of those who dared to covet her.

"Now, let's get to the point... Wasn't this supposed to be an apocalypse? Then come on, golden trash bag," Vergil smiled.