My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The images broadcasted on TV showed Los Angeles plunged into chaos.

Buildings were burning, cars exploding for no apparent reason, streetlights popping like fireworks, and a panicked crowd running aimlessly, not understanding what was happening. The scene was a true urban hell.

Vergil furrowed his brow, clearly intrigued.

"Usually... doesn't this happen within battle dimensions?" He threw a glance at Paimon. "I mean, shouldn't this shit be confined to the mirrored reality? How the hell is it affecting the real world?"

There was a hint of irritation in his voice, mixed with confusion.

Viviane sighed, crossing her arms while keeping her eyes glued to the screen.

"Too many dimensions overlapping... Space wasn't made to handle so many layers in the same point."

She leaned forward, analyzing every detail of the transmission.

"It's like overloading a server with thousands of simultaneous processes. Eventually, it starts to fail. And now? It looks like reality itself is cracking under the pressure."

Vergil clicked his tongue, annoyed.

"So, a fucked-up problem with no easy solution."

Before anyone could say anything more, the image from the helicopter transmitting the scene began to shake violently.

The aircraft spun uncontrollably, losing altitude as the camera captured the final seconds of the broadcast.

"Ah, shit..." Viviane murmured, her eyes widening as she watched the helicopter plummet.

The screen suddenly went black.

Then, the broadcast returned to the journalists in the studio, now pale, their faces filled with pure panic.

Silence hung in the room for a few moments... Then Paimon raised an eyebrow and scoffed.

"Well... that escalated quickly." She said, crossing her arms and flashing an annoyingly confident smile at the FBI agents.

"Well, since you're here, let's make everyone's life easier." Paimon snapped her fingers and pointed at the holographic map projected over the table.

"Set up a perimeter in those neighborhoods and use the usual excuse: terrorist attack. That way, no one will question explosions, bizarre creatures, or whatever the hell happens."

The agents exchanged uncomfortable glances, but John let out a tired sigh before nodding.

"Alright, I'll send the teams to act." John said, grabbing a sort of radio and stepping out of Sapphire's residence. While he was jumping into action to evacuate the area, she had to give some orders.

Paimon then slowly turned to Sapphire, Stella, and Raphaeline, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The three already knew what was coming next.

Before Paimon could open her mouth, Sapphire rolled her eyes and huffed. "Oh, here we go..." She raised her hand and started moving her fingers as if manipulating a puppet, mimicking Paimon's voice in an exaggeratedly mocking tone: "'Don't fight, it might cause problems for the demons!'"

Stella let out a loud laugh, while Raphaeline merely crossed her arms, a mocking smile on her lips.

Paimon narrowed her eyes but sighed dramatically. "Fine, at least you got it..." She shook her head. "But that doesn't mean everyone here is going to sit around doing nothing."

She then turned toward the couch... Three slack figures were sprawled there like lazy cats basking in the sun—Ada, Roxanne, and Katharina.

Ada yawned loudly, not even bothering to open her eyes. "I'm not in the mood."

Roxanne stretched her arms, shrugging, her eyes still glued to the TV, where helicopters were hovering over the destruction in Los Angeles. "Yeah, not feeling it."

Katharina, hugging a pillow, merely muttered something in agreement, "I'm tired," she said.

Paimon massaged her temples, incredulous.

"I'll handle this, don't worry." Vergil's voice cut through the atmosphere as he approached the hologram map, still pulsing with red dots.

"Just tell me where not to attack and who not to kill," he said, casting a sharp glance at Paimon, waiting for instructions. Not that he needed them... the initial plan was simply to exterminate everyone.

A mischievous smile curved her lips as she saw they both thought alike... "There's no 'who not to kill.'" She crossed her arms, her eyes glowing with excitement.

"If they're behind this, exterminate them all. None should survive." Then her expression softened just enough for a touch of cynicism.

"Of course, spare the demons. We must protect our race..." She then smiled wildly. "But the rest? Annihilate them."

"At your command," Vergil said before disappearing...

"He really has gotten quite proficient with Demon Teleportation, hasn't he?" Viviane asked, wiping down the table with the calm of someone who didn't care much about what was going on.

As she cleaned, two maids entered the room, bringing milkshakes and fries. They went to the table where Katharina, Roxanne, and Ada were and placed the dishes with almost reverent care. Then, they returned to help Viviane without saying a word.

Katharina picked up a fry, lost in her own world while scrolling on her phone. Her finger slid across the screen, and she found the number she had been avoiding. She sighed, as if the weight of the obligation was unbearable, but with no other choice, she pressed the call button.

On the other end, Alexa's dragged and irritated voice answered, as always, with a tone of disdain.

"Hey, Katharina. What do you want now? If you're just gonna bother me, don't call."

Katharina rolled her eyes, ignoring the sarcasm, and spoke with her usual coldness.

"Alexa, 'Puppy,' get your wolves out of Los Angeles. A demon's coming to attack and annihilate everyone."

Silence. The kind of silence that comes before an impatient response. Then, Alexa spoke, her voice now more attentive, but still laced with arrogance.

"Are you sure? And why the hell should I listen to you?"

Katharina gritted her teeth, irritation bubbling up, but she controlled her tone.

"Because if you don't, there's going to be more death than your wolves can handle, and honestly, I don't have time to watch you lose more pack members. The city's going to turn into chaos, so either deal with it now or watch your wolves die... at Vergil's hands."

His name made the silence last another second. Katharina knew the effect he had. Alexa couldn't ignore the impact of knowing he was involved.

The long sigh that followed was almost audible on the other end.

"I don't like you, Katharina," Alexa said, her voice softer now, "but... I'll send the wolves out. I don't think you're the only ones with problems, right?"

Katharina could practically hear Alexa's smile, the disguised arrogance, but she knew she had won.

"Exactly. So, make sure your dogs stay out of the way. I don't want to see any of them killed by MY husband."

She hung up the phone quickly, not waiting for more responses. She let out a relieved sigh and threw herself back on the couch, grabbing another fry.

"Well, at least that's settled," she murmured to herself, the expression of someone who knew they had avoided a major problem.

...

Vergil floated in the sky, the currents of air gently moving his coat as his eyes fixed on the city below. Los Angeles, normally a vibrant metropolis, now appeared to be a battlefield on the verge of being dismantled.

He watched the movement of the police forces with a discreet smile, his silver eyes reflecting the scene. Several police cars were lined up on the streets, blocking the access routes and forming a perfect circle around the most affected area. A futile attempt to contain the chaos that he himself had come to create.

From above, Vergil saw everything in detail. The lights of the vehicles blinked like colorful dots in the growing darkness of the city, while the police officers tried, unsuccessfully, to form a blockade against something they couldn't even begin to comprehend.

He felt the power pulsing within him, a growing satisfaction. Humanity had no idea what was about to happen. The circle formed by the authorities was more of a trap than a protection.

He sighed, his feet not touching the ground. The wind carried him, but he remained steady, as if gravity were nothing more than a suggestion. His presence there, suspended between the clouds and the panic-filled streets below, was pure demonstration of power.

The helicopters hovering above, trying to capture images of the destruction below, were nothing more than toys in the sky. Vergil ignored them, his eyes now fixed on the agents trying to coordinate the operation on the ground. He knew what would come next, and there was no force on Earth that could stop it.

The city, at this moment, was at the mercy of his will. The line between control and chaos was about to break, and Vergil reveled in the moment.

"How pathetic," he murmured, his lips curling into a smile. The circle formed by the police was useless, an empty attempt to maintain order where none existed. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

And, with a smooth motion, he disappeared into the air, teleporting to the center of the chaos. What remained now was pure annihilation.

Vergil materialized with a snap of energy in the middle of the battle dimension, the transition between worlds as natural to him as breathing. The scene before him was chaotic: two fallen angels, their black wings and eyes radiating a bitter light, fought fiercely against two grotesque-looking demons. The sound of steel clashing echoed through the air as the angels struck with lethal precision.

The demons, despite their monstrous appearances, were clearly at a disadvantage. The angelic blades cut through the air with speed, slicing and burning everything in their path. But then, something changed. Vergil appeared before them, his imposing presence dominating the battlefield.

The fallen angels froze for a second, their eyes wide as they realized who had just invaded their domain. Time seemed to stop as one of them spat on the ground, staring at Vergil with contempt.

"Get out of here," one of the fallen angels said, his voice full of sarcasm and disdain. "What do you want here, disgraceful one?" He brandished his sword in a defiant gesture, ignoring the power Vergil emanated.

The other fallen angel, younger and full of fury, seemed to be preparing to attack. But his expression quickly softened when he felt Vergil's aura, the crushing pressure he imposed, as if the very air around him had thickened.

"Demon King!" one of them exclaimed, their voice trembling with terror. "Please, forgive us! We didn't know you were here!"

The other demon bowed even lower, trembling, his eyes cast down. "Forgive us, Majesty! We didn't intend to interfere with the human world... our mistress... Paimon asked us to guard this place when these idiots appeared..." He said, still shaking.

'My name has already spread...' Vergil thought, watching the demons with a cold gaze, a small, cruel smile forming on his lips. He didn't need words. His mere presence was enough to subjugate any being around him.

"Get up and leave... I'm returning to the Underworld," he ordered, his voice as cold as steel. The demons, trembling, immediately obeyed, their eyes still lowered, trying not to provoke the Demon King's wrath any further.

"But—"

"Shh. Leave." Vergil cut off the interruption with an impatient, almost condescending tone. His voice echoed through the battle dimension, reverberating in the air like a death sentence.

Before they could react, a blade sliced through the air behind him, passing so close to his throat that the air itself seemed to vibrate with the threat. But Vergil, with an almost imperceptible movement, flicked it away. The blade was pulverized in a burst of demonic energy, leaving only the charred skeleton of the fallen angel in its place.

"Close one, pigeon," Vergil murmured, his expression unchanged as the angel exploded in a wave of light and destruction, the final attempt at defiance consumed by the fury of the Demon King.