My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The orb only responded with a faint glow, as if silently mocking him. It seemed to be mocking Vergil's anger.

His anger made him grit his teeth and bite down hard.

The heat went up his spine like wildfire, and his eyes flickered with that infernal light that used to appear at the worst moments. His patience had reached its limit, outlived him and exhausted him, this bitch was laughing at him. He knew exactly that.

"FUCK YOU! ANSWER ME!" he roared, and the sound came out like a pressure wave, distorting the air around him. The walls of the hall shook, the floor vibrated under his feet and the flames in the torches danced wildly with the impact.

Paimon took a step back, instinctively. 'Holy shit!' She choked on the murderous pressure that entered her bones, it was the first time she had felt such intent from Vergil.

She had faced hellish lords, kings and minor gods in her temple of glory as Paimon the Decimator... but she had never felt what she was feeling now: pure fear. A cold, strangely ancient fear. As if the man in front of him was no longer just Vergil... but something beyond him.

Vergil began to lose his mind. His limit had been reached again. He was nervous. Very nervous. Then he finally exploded.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?!" he shouted, the orb now trembling in his hand, the aura around it writhing like black snakes. "You've been trapped in there for a THOUSAND YEARS, and you still act like you have the right to ignore me?!"

The orb's glow flickered again, but remained muted. Almost provocative.

"HAHAHA!" Vergil laughed. A dry, desperate sound of fury, sounding as if a thousand demons were screaming along with him. "Of course, because I thought a bad-tempered bitch might offer me something. A damned prisoner condemned to rot in silence. YOU are miserable."

He stretched out his arm and pushed the orb against his chest, pressing hard as if he wanted to fuse it to his flesh.

"THEN YOU HATE ME! HATE ME! KILL ME!" he roared, his eyes now blazing. "But DO SOMETHING!"

The orb exploded into light, blinding, intense - but still... no voice. No response.

Paimon had already retreated to the entrance of the hall. She was shaking. Her legs were frozen, her heart beating fast. Her dry throat tried to form words, but nothing came out.

'I need to call Sepphirothy or Sapphire' She thought quickly, searching for her cell phone in her back pocket.

The scene in front of her was surreal: Vergil, the bearer of so many legacies, a prodigy like himself, now looked like an erupting volcano, completely engulfed by his own fury, with no direction, no brake.

He finally let go of the orb, letting it fall to the stone floor with a thud.

The glow ceased.

Silence fell.

Vergil breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling like a wounded, furious animal. The shadows stretched out around him, pulsing with his unquenchable rage. The veins in his arms glowed red, as if the energy itself was trying to escape him.

He looked over his shoulder at Paimon, his eyes still charged with something... inhuman.

But he didn't say anything.

Nor did she.

Just the sound of his breathing. The still orb. The glow had faded.

Nothing had changed.

Vergil stared at the orb with icy contempt. His eyes, two glowing embers embedded in flesh, reflected not only frustration - but a primal hatred, as if he wanted to curse the existence of that which didn't recognize him.

"Then fuck you," he growled, his voice leaking venom and despair in equal measure.

With a dry snap, he concentrated all his energy - all of it - on a single point: his right heel. The ground beneath his feet cracked like glass under the weight of an entire world. The pressure released was so dense that the air briefly lost sound. The entire hall seemed to sink a few centimeters, the ceiling groaned, columns shook, and the protective runes on the walls began to burn on their own, as if begging for relief.

Vergil raised his foot slowly, like an executioner preparing the final blow, every drop of accumulated energy glowing under his skin with a ruddy, unstable light. The veins in his leg seemed about to explode, pulsating like serpents in a frenzy. It was as if every cell in his body was screaming at him - but he no longer heard anything.

"If you're not going to go out for good..." he muttered, his eyes wide, insane, "...then you're going to go out screaming."

The only witness to this, Paimon, was already paralyzed. His instincts were screaming at him to run, to escape, to survive. But it was like watching a god go mad - an entity losing control of its own existence in the face of something that, in the end, was just... silence. A refusal. An absence.

And for someone like Vergil, who commanded worlds and bent forces with a gesture... that was the greatest possible affront.

His mind spiraled.

"You don't want to help me? Then I'll destroy you."

"I'll tear you from reality."

"I'll drag you down with me."

"I'll break you."

"I'll curse you."

"I'll spit you out into the cosmos just to watch your form be swallowed up by nothingness. And if that kills me... even better. I'll come back to life and do it again."

His mind was lost in the madness of a demonic god corrupted by his own power. Paimon, watching the scene, quickly grabbed his cell phone.

"GET OVER HERE NOW! HE'S GONE MAD!" She shouted desperately.

She could try to stop him, but it was as if the underworld was draining her strength. saying that if she touched him, she would die of supernatural causes. It was as if... the Dimension was protecting him. So, despite being an Archon, she couldn't do anything.

She faithfully believed that she was looking at a Demon Deity.

"COME QUICKLY SAPPHIRE!" she shouted, after all, he was ready for her - it was too late...

He brought his foot down.

The impact was apocalyptic.

The ground gave way with a deep thud, as if the very foundation of the world were protesting. A crash erupted from the stone beneath his feet, and the walls - majestic, reinforced by centuries of ancient magic - began to crack from ceiling to floor, like ice breaking under a merciless sun. The energy released made no sound. It was an unnatural silence, the kind that made your bones shake. Like the vacuum between two thunderclaps. Like the sigh of the universe before it collapses.

A wave of pure, chaotic power spread out in all directions, distorting the air, bending light, making time hesitate for a second.

Everything seemed to stop.

The world took a deep breath...

But then...

Nothing happened.

The orb remained motionless.

Suspended in the air, floating among the dust particles and debris of the shattered ground, it just... glowed. Quiet. Untouched. As if it had ignored all the collapse around it. As if Vergil's attack wasn't even worthy of a reaction.

Vergil still had his arm outstretched, his fingers half-clenched, his body trembling. But his expression froze - first in disbelief, then in pure anger, then in something worse: emptiness. An emotional vacuum so absolute that not even anger could survive there.

His legs gave way.

He fell to his knees, his fists crushing the rubble beneath him. His chest rose and fell with heavy, almost animalistic breaths, as drops of sweat and blood fell to the ground like acid rain.

"You..." Vergil whispered, his voice raspy, his breathing irregular, grinding his teeth with unbearable fury. "DAMNED DRAGON!"

His shout exploded like ancient thunder.

It was more than sound - it was a demonic roar charged with pure existential fury, a primordial roar that echoed through the Underworld like the voice of an angry god. Towers shook. The currents of mystical energy that held up the capital's walls wavered. Entire cities felt the air become dense, suffocating, as if the spiritual plane itself was bending to their pain.

The next instant... silence.

And then - a hand.

Cold. Firm. Brutal.

Squeezing his neck hard enough to crush steel.

Vergil was dragged upwards in a dry heave, his feet leaving the ground. His eyes still shone like two chaotic suns, but something in them wavered for an instant - not out of fear, but out of surprise.

"I swear," the voice was low, deep, loaded with authority that didn't need to be shouted to be heard. "I'll kill you, boy, if you don't get a grip now."

The hand on his neck didn't tremble. There was no hesitation.

Vergil's eyes widened.

The voice was familiar. The weight, unmistakable.

"...Astaroth?" he gasped, between fury and disbelief.

It had been a long time since he had seen this man. Or rather, had he? He couldn't even say, his mind was numb and he was almost losing consciousness. Had he just deduced? Even he didn't know, but the energy he felt just from touching his neck affirmed that he was a Strong Primordial Demon.

Surreal. Imposing.

With his long black hair fluttering in the energy vortex left by the collapse, amber eyes burning like two embers in the middle of the eternal night. The sardonic smile was absent. In its place was a frown. Pure irritation.

"Enough of this shit!" he growled, pushing Vergil to the ground with a dry thud. "Half the Underworld shook. Houses collapsed in the capital. Power lines collapsed. Do you really think you can just explode whenever you want?"

The ground shattered under the impact of Vergil's body. Dust rose up. But he didn't react immediately. He just stood there, staring into the void for a moment. His eyes, insane though they were, seemed to be searching for something in the Archon's face.

Astaroth.

Of the Four Archons, he was the most unpredictable. The freest. The one who cared the least about the workings of the Underworld, and the one who valued the most... chaos, originality, the absurd. He was the one who laughed at wars and applauded the birth of monsters. If he was there, if he had interfered...

It was because Vergil had exceeded all limits.

It was because his madness had ceased to be interesting - and had become dangerous even by the standards of Chaos.

"Get your hands off me..." Vergil hissed, his demonic gaze flaring up again as he slowly raised his head. His eyes blazed like two infernal craters. "Or you'll lose yours..."

Astaroth just laughed. A dry, bored, almost mocking laugh. "Really? With that spoiled child pose? Are you going to try to scare me now?"

"Let me go." Vergil demanded, but... his energy suddenly vanished. And his strength was exhausted in a single second.

Then he fell to his knees.

"What happened? Vergil looked up... It was the first time he had fallen to his knees in front of someone...

"Paimon, call Amon and Phenex, as well as informing Sapphire and Sepphirothy. Tell them he's out of control and is being arrested. I've put a collar on him for now to supply his powers or he'll destroy this world." He ordered and several demons of very high rank began to appear...

It was as if... the strongest beings had come to fight.

Even... "Master?" Gwen said, seeing her master on his knees, with a demonic collar around his neck while red runes glowed.

"Looks like he's gone berserk." A woman appeared next to Gwen looking at Vergil... It was the daughter of the Demon Queen of the Gremory... Runeas Gremory.

"Not only that, he was being controlled by his madness." Grayfia, his maid, appeared at his side. "But I must admit... what absurd strength... all the sensors were in danger. All the Rank-A demons have been summoned." She commented.

"All of you. Get out of here." Astaroth spoke before someone appeared in front of him.

"I warned you this would happen." Amon put his hand on Vergil's head before he passed out.

"Holy shit..." Paimon, on the ground, was gasping. Her body had several wounds from the impact of being near him... "Careless..." she heard a voice before a flame healed her body.

"Phenex..." She muttered before getting up.

The four archons... had to personally come and stop the situation... This was something that... the highest level demons would never have imagined could happen...