My Wives Are Seven Beautiful Demonesses

[Location: Morningstar Manor, New York]

"Grayfia!"

My body tore from Zeraphira's embrace and flashed by Grayfia's side, my heart ached just seeing her fallen form.

Blood flowed from her mouth, carrying fragments of torn organs — warm, metallic, and thick enough to stick to my fingers.

Panic rose, hands fanatically searching for pulse, heartbeat or anything remotely— alive.

"Come on, Grayfia… breathe!" I hissed, pressing my hand against her chest. The fabric of her maid uniform was shredded, soaked through with blood that shimmered faintly like liquid ruby. Her skin was cold—too cold—and the moment my palm touched her sternum, a violent shock rippled through me.

"—!" My vision blurred for half a second as an alien current of demonic energy surged up my arm. Her mana signature was completely unstable, fraying like torn threads trying to hold the shape of a soul that had already half-dispersed.

Zeraphira appeared behind me, flames dim, eyes wide. "Darling… the energy signatures on her... I recognise them—"

Anger surged as I almost growled, "WHO WAS IT!"

Conqueror's Will slipped through as raw, unfiltered pressure— exploded outward. The entire manor shuddered, walls groaning under the sudden spike of my killing intent. The chandeliers overhead trembled, flickering with black sparks as marble tiles cracked beneath my feet.

Zeraphira flinched — not out of fear, but instinct — her flames instinctively recoiling from the sheer weight of my aura.

The pressure warped the air, distorting it like heat haze. My pupils burned crimson, a faint ripple of Armament Core bleeding through my veins, wrapping my fists in black shimmer.

It wasn't power. It was grief, weaponised.

"WHO. WAS. IT?!"

The words weren't shouted — they detonated.

Zeraphira grit her teeth, eyes narrowing as she extended her hand above Grayfia's form, her own aura scanning through the residual traces of the assault. The hall filled with the sharp scent of burning ozone as her magic dissected every lingering mana thread clinging to Grayfia's wounds.

And then, her expression… changed.

Her pupils contracted to slits. "This… this is…"

I grabbed her shoulder. "Zeraphira." My tone was low — dangerous. "Speak."

She exhaled shakily, disbelief flashing across her beautiful but pale face. "Satans... all seven of them—"

[Conqueror's Will: Level 10—> 11]

[Conqueror's Will: Level 11—> 12]

...

[Conqueror's Will: Level 35]

BOOOM!

The explosion wasn't sound. It was will.

The world—no, reality itself—buckled under the sudden spike of my intent. The chandeliers shattered like glass raindrops, the reinforced marble floor beneath me fractured outward in concentric rings, and every rune embedded in the manor's walls flared red-hot before shorting out.

My breath came ragged, vision edged with white static.

Zeraphira stumbled back, her crimson aura flickering violently as she tried to shield herself. "Darling—! You'll tear your soul apart if you—!"

I didn't hear her.

I couldn't.

All I saw was Grayfia—broken, bloodied, motionless—lying there as if someone had ripped the life out of her just to send a message.

The System chimes blended into my skull like distant war drums.

Tti-ring!

[Warning: Host's Will Pressure exceeding Soul Vessel's safe threshold—98%]

Tti-ring!

[Immediate stabilisation advised: Overload will cause neural liquefaction and permanent spiritual collapse.]

"SHUT UP!" I roared inwardly, forcing the invading static down through sheer spite. My body trembled, aura folding violently upon itself like a dying star trying to collapse into a singularity.

Every atom screamed—but I didn't stop.

Armament Core and Conqueror's Will fused, the two streams of power clashing, harmonising, evolving. My shadow stretched across the entire hall, reaching every corner, twisting and writhing like something alive.

"Seven… Satans…" I hissed, my voice shaking. "You dare—"

Zeraphira's hand shot out, gripping my shoulder with enough force to crack stone. "Dominic!" she snapped. "Enough!"

Her tone wasn't soft. It was sharp—commanding—enough to punch through the haze of rage.

The weight of her grip grounded me.

For a heartbeat, just one, I remembered to breathe.

Grayfia's face flickered back into focus. She wasn't gone—not yet. Her pulse was faint. Too faint.

I immediately reined in; everything can wait, but stabilising her condition is paramount.

Taking her in my arms carefully, afraid that even breathing too hard might shatter what little remained, I whispered hoarsely, "Hang in there, Grayfia…"

I walked all the way to her room, placing her on the silk-covered bed, sheets instantly soaking through with blood. My heart hammered against my ribs as I lowered her down gently. The moment her back touched the mattress, her body convulsed— veins across her neck flashing an eerie black-red glow.

"Shit!" I bit back a curse and summoned the faint crimson glow of Sovereign Haki, flashing past my eyes. Observation Grid unfolded in an intricate lattice over her form — thousands of translucent threads mapping her internal flow.

What I saw froze me.

Her mana circuits were shattered. Half of her demonic core was disintegrated, the other half trying to regenerate by cannibalising surrounding energy — an impossible reflex born of sheer will.

Even in this state… she was still fighting to stay alive.

I clenched my jaw. "You stupid, loyal woman… I told you not to fight a Satan directly, and what you did do? you went and fight all of them at the same time..."

My mind raced, thinking of a solution to how to stabilise her, but nothing normal would work. Her wounds weren't physical—they were existential. The kind of damage that tore into the very pattern of a being's essence.

My Observation Grid pulsed brighter, tracing every inch of her failing core. The readings were so chaotic they almost hurt to look at—demonic energy tangled with something else, raw divine interference.

"Divine signature…?!" I muttered under my breath. My eyes widened. "How the fuck there is Divine signa— No, it's something else... familiar..."

Gasp~

"Mother's energy..."

The words slipped out like a curse. My breath hitched, and for a second, the entire room dimmed, as if the air itself had paused in shock. The resonance—I could feel it. That same undertone of creation and annihilation that once bled from her aura… it was there, faint, fractured, and mingled within Grayfia's wounds.

Zeraphira froze beside me, her crimson eyes widening as she sensed it too. "Darling… that's—"

"Lilith's essence," I finished, voice low and trembling. "But how? She's still asleep. I checked—her core is inactive, her energy completely inert. This shouldn't be possible."

System Store!

I haven't checked it 'Buy' function. System Store has to have something that can be used here.

[System Store]

[Buy] [Sell]

I mentally click on [Buy].

• Consumables: Health, mana, and fatigue-restoring potions, as well as food items.

• Weapons: Physical weapons and armour that are invisible to others and stored in his unlimited inventory.

• Special Items: Rare items necessary for specific quests and special loot boxes (Blessed or Cursed Random Boxes) that provide powerful or necessary items.

[Gold: 1,571,060]

I took in breath and focused—search bar.

[Healing]

[List Updating…]

Tti-ring!

[Available Items:]

[Low-Healing Potion: Immediately restore 5% HP]

—Cost: 50 Gold

[Mid-Healing Potion: Immediately restore 20% HP]

—Cost: 200 Gold

...

[Phenex Tears: A special potion of liquid that can instantly heal injuries, as a single drop can regenerate the user's injuries and restore their health.]

—Cost: 200,000,000 Gold

[Phoenix Tears: A special potion of liquid capable of reviving a person from any injury, phoenix tears could save a person even at the brink of death.]

—Cost: 500,000,000

[Unavailable Funds.]

The cold text blinked mockingly in front of me.

500 million. I had barely over one and a half. Not even close.

"Damn it…" I hissed under my breath, the holographic interface flickering before my eyes. I scrolled lower—nothing remotely close. Even the so-called "divine-grade" recovery items were far beyond reach.

I wasn't giving up. "Think. Think, damn it…"

Observation Grid fed constant data — her heart rate erratic, her core resonance unstable, mana veins collapsing one by one. It was like watching a fortress crumble from the inside.

[Phenex Tears(Diluted): A diluted special potion of liquid that can heal injuries, as a single drop can help slowly regenerate the user's injuries and stabilise their health.]

—Cost: 1,500,000

I didn't hesitate.

'Buy.'

Tti-ring!

[Phenex Tears (Diluted) purchased. –1,500,000 Gold]

A small crystalline vial materialised in my palm—warm, pulsing faintly with golden-red light. Even through the glass, I could feel it breathe, like contained sunlight yearning to escape.

"Hold on, Grayfia…" I whispered, uncorking the bottle. A soft hiss filled the air, followed by the faint scent of ozone and ash—the aura of rebirth itself.

One drop. That was all I had.

I let it fall onto her lips.

The single drop touched her lips—

—and the world shuddered.

Light bled from her mouth like sunrise through cracked stone. The air thickened, trembling under the weight of something ancient and divine. The Phenex essence dissolved into her veins, tracing her mana circuits like molten gold.

Zeraphira stepped back, shielding her eyes as the glow intensified. "Darling, what did you—"

"Quiet," I hissed, eyes fixed on Grayfia.

Her body arched suddenly, breath tearing free in a strangled gasp. A shockwave rippled outward, scattering loose parchment and shattering the nearby lamp. Her aura flared—then imploded, collapsing into a singular point above her heart before expanding outward again in rhythmic pulses.

Observation Grid flooded my vision with data.

Heart rate—stabilising.

Demonic Energy flow—regenerating.

Her breathing steadied. The shuddering eased.

System prompt flickered at the edge of my vision.

Tti-ring!

[Grayfia Lucifuge – Vital Signs Stabilised (Temporary)]

[Estimated Recovery Progress: 22%]

[Warning: Demonic Core damage remains critical. Permanent degradation is possible without divine stabilisation.]

"Twenty-two percent…" I muttered, forcing a shaky breath. "I'll take it."

The light dimmed gradually, the air cooling back to normal. Zeraphira, who had been watching in silent awe, finally spoke.

"You… used something powerful. That aura—"

"Phenex Tears," I said quickly, slipping the empty vial into my inventory. "A rare one. I had it stored from… long ago."

A lie. Smooth, easy. I couldn't risk explaining the truth. Not her, not anyone.

***

Stone me, I can take it!

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