My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil rose, his entire body throbbing with pain, but his eyes glowed with something savage. It wasn't fear. It wasn't despair. It was a maddened flame, a dark delight that made his smile split like a cruel slit on his bloodied face.

"Well, the warm-up is over…" He swung his sword, sending crimson sparks into the hot air. "Time to have some fun."

The group's silence was swallowed by the roar of the monsters. The smaller creatures launched themselves like black waves, teeth and claws gleaming. Titania tried to raise her hand, but Vergil was faster.

He lunged.

The blade described a luminous arc, and four bodies were cut at once. Black blood sprayed the ground in jets, running down in boiling pools that smoked as they touched the hot earth. Vergil laughed. He laughed loudly, as if at a macabre banquet.

"You… you think you can swallow me?" He spun between blows, the metallic sound of his sword tearing flesh and bone echoing across the field. "They're nothing but toys!"

A creature leaped at him, claws ready to tear his face apart. Vergil leaned to the side with the calm of a predator who already knew the outcome. He thrust his sword into the creature's mouth and pushed until the blade came out through the back of its neck.

The body was still writhing when he kicked hard, launching it into two more enemies. The impact broke spines, scattering blood in a grotesque spray.

"Next!" he bellowed, his eyes flashing.

Rize tried to step forward to support him, but froze when she saw the gleam in his eyes. It wasn't just determination. Vergil moved with absolute pleasure, as if each blow were a gift, each kill a delight.

"He's... laughing..." she whispered in disbelief.

Vanny, wounded, wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. A crooked smile appeared.

"So that's it... This is the real Vergil."

The colossus watched them, motionless, but the smaller creatures kept coming. And Vergil cut, destroyed, tore.

He launched himself at a group of five, disappearing among them like a shadow. A second later, heads rolled to the ground, throats slashed open in precise cuts. Vergil emerged from the other side, swinging his bloody sword like a toy.

"You scream... but you have no voice." He raised the blade against the moon hidden by the colossus's wings. "And me? I am the voice of slaughter!"

An enemy tried to attack him from behind. Vergil didn't turn. He simply swung the hilt of his sword back, piercing the creature's stomach without even looking. The ripping sound was followed by another frenzied laugh.

"You should be grateful…" he said, pushing the dead body forward. "I free you from this pathetic existence."

Roxanne, still holding Titania, trembled. That energy emanating from him… it wasn't just power. It was as if Vergil had stripped himself of all human limits. As if he had become a laughing demon amidst the massacre.

The ground was turning black. The creatures were numerous, but Vergil didn't stop. Each blow was a grotesque spectacle:

A head flew off.

A torso was split in two.

An arm was severed and used as a club against another monster.

Vergil laughed. He laughed all the while.

Zuri watched, her body coiled around her companions. Her serpentine eyes followed his movements with fascination and fear.

"He's not fighting…" she murmured. "He's enjoying himself."

The leader, the one smaller compared to the colossus but still gigantic, advanced. Its claws sliced ​​through the air, attempting to crush Vergil in a single blow.

Vergil raised his sword in response. The impact shook the ground, creating craters. But instead of being thrown back, Vergil smiled, his eyes flashing like sharp blades.

"Ah, finally someone good."

He thrust his sword away, pushing aside the monstrous claw, and ran along the length of the creature's arm like someone scalding a living bridge. He reached the monster's shoulder and plunged his sword into its neck. Black blood gushed in torrents, scalding his skin. Vergil spread his arms and laughed, drenched in it.

"I could drown in this blood and still smile!"

The creature roared, trying to rip him away, but Vergil leaped before it could be grabbed. He fell to the ground with the grace of a feline, his sword dripping blood like rain.

The following waves of monsters hesitated. For the first time, they retreated. But the colossus did not. The titan spread its wings of solid smoke and roared soundlessly, ordering the tide to continue.

Vergil raised his middle finger at him, still laughing.

"Come on, you sons of bitches! I'll send you to an even greater hell!"

And they came.

Dozens. Hundreds.

Vergil spun, a whirlwind of flesh and steel. His laughter echoed across the abyss, mingled with the sound of bones breaking and the sword tearing through muscle. There was no technique, only refined brutality.

He plunged his blade into one, kicked another, split a third in half. He grabbed a creature's head with his free hand and smashed it against the ground, laughing madly.

"See?!" he shouted, his mouth stained with blood. "This is life! This is existence!"

Rize tried to speak, but her throat was dry. Vanny just stared, breathing rapidly, as if witnessing a spectacle both terrifying and fascinating.

Titania, weak as she was, looked up at Roxanne and murmured,

"He's… losing himself."

But Roxanne didn't know if she wanted him to stop. Because, for the first time, there was hope. If anyone could cut through this hell, it was Vergil.

He continued. Without mercy. Without pause.

A huge creature tried to grab him. Vergil dropped his sword for a moment, grabbed the monster's arms, and with a grotesque snap, snapped them like dry twigs. He snatched back the sword and decapitated it in a single motion.

"Ha! Weaker than my shadow!"

The colossus, enraged, slashed one of its titanic claws at him. Vergil leaped, the blade slashing in a silvery arc. The tip of the sword sliced ​​through the glowing flesh of the titan's hand, opening a massive wound.

The silent roar reverberated, shaking trees, rocks, everything. But Vergil only laughed, panting, covered in blood.

"You will fall too!" he bellowed at the giant. "I will laugh as I tear off your head!"

The earth shook. The abyss expanded. More and more creatures emerged. But Vergil didn't stop.

His sword no longer glowed with magic—it was stained with blood. His face was a mask of insanity. Each laugh seemed louder, more piercing, like a war symphony.

The group, trapped within Zuri's walls, watched in silence. None of them dared interfere.

Vergil had become the hurricane itself.

Rize bit her lip, feeling something strange tighten in her chest. "He… he's not deamon."

Vany laughed, even with blood on her teeth. "And thank goodness. If he were, we'd already be dead."

The massacre continued.

Vergil laughed.

The creatures fell.

And the colossus watched, as if the fun had only just begun.