My Wives Are Seven Beautiful Demonesses

"I will not fail again." Her voice was soft, deadly. "This time, I will serve not just as your maid. But as your shield. And sword."

I could see her body trembling every now and then, as if something deep inside her was clawing its way out—an urge to reach forward, to hold me, to protect me, to destroy anything that threatened me.

Her scarlet eyes shimmered beneath the silver veil of her hair. Her aura—no, her killing intent—was suffocating. Even in my current powerless state, I could sense it. She wasn't bluffing. She'd burn kingdoms to ash for me.

Grayfia Lucifuge.

The Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation.My maid. My sword. My last loyal knight.

"...It's been a thousand years, huh?" I whispered, half to myself, half to the void.

"I counted every second."

Charming.

"Grafia, you don't have to—"

"Master! Permission to act freely."

I blinked. That tone. That rigid formality. I recognized it. It was the voice Grayfia used right before she did something… apocalyptic.

"...Granted," I said cautiously.

In a silver blur, she lunged at me as the dam finally broke.

But not in the way I feared.

Grayfia didn't strike me—she embraced me.

Her arms wrapped around my fragile body like a storm shielding a candle. Her claws dug into the stone beneath us instead of into flesh. Her whole frame trembled, barely held together by a thousand years of restraint. Her head pressed gently into my shoulder, breath hot and shallow.

She was hugging me.

Grayfia Lucifuge, the "Queen of Annihilation," who once turned a divine army into fertilizer, was… hugging me.

It was honestly more terrifying than a sword.

"You're warm…" she whispered. "You're really here. Not another illusion. Not another cruel dream..."

I stood there stiffly like a brick in a tuxedo.

"...This feels wildly inappropriate."

"I'll kill whatever made you think so."

"There it is," I muttered. "The mass-murdering lunacy I missed."

I could feel my shoulder getting soaked with... tears? She's crying?

"M-Master…"

Her voice cracked.

My shoulder grew damper by the second, but I didn't have the heart to move. What the hell do you do when your nuclear warhead of a maid has an emotional meltdown?

"Grayfia…" I said, gently. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I—I failed you, back then. I should have fought harder. I should've torn those vultures apart. I should've—"

"You saved me," I cut in. "That's all that matters."

The trembling in her body lessened. Just a little.

"My little cutie of a maid, look into my eyes."

Grayfia slowly lifted her tear-stained face, her scarlet eyes shimmering like freshly spilt blood under moonlight. The same eyes that once paralyzed celestial generals now shimmered with childlike vulnerability.

"Cutie…?" she echoed in disbelief, blinking.

"You're shorter than me now. That makes you cuter," I said, deadpan.

"I can decapitate a Titan with a spoon," she murmured.

I gave her a flat look. "I am taller, end of discussion."

What? This is very effective, no matter what the other person uses as an argument; if you're taller than someone, you win by default.

If someone told me a week ago that I'd be taller than the infamous Queen of Annihilation, I would've laughed in their face—then called an ambulance for their psychotic delusions.

But here I was, being cuddled like a childhood teddy bear by the very demoness who once singlehandedly turned the Celestial City of Astraelos into molten glass.

"Cutie…" she whispered again, this time with a hint of something dangerous behind it.

Oh no.

A vein twitched near her temple.

"Are you… mocking me?"

"I would never," I said, channeling my inner diplomat-slash-professional survivalist. "It's an objective truth. I'm just taller. Gravity did the rest."

Grayfia stared at me. Deadpan. Then her lips twitched.

"You're lucky I love you," she muttered, wiping her tears. "And that you've been unconscious for a thousand years. Otherwise, I'd spank you for your impudence."

I coughed.

"Ahem. Let's, uh, never use the word 'spank' again while you're holding me like this."

She blinked again.

"…Noted."

She gently pulled away, recomposing herself with terrifying speed. Her aura snapped back into place like a guillotine being reset.

But the vulnerability from earlier lingered in her eyes. And in a way, that was even scarier than her usual murder-happy persona.

"…You really are back," she whispered, mostly to herself. "After all this time. The world doesn't deserve you."

"Can't argue with that," I muttered. "So, uh. Quick question—where is the world, exactly?"

She turned toward the crumbling obsidian gates behind us, her eyes narrowing.

"As you know, we're currently located at the Sanctuary of the Seven Vows—"

"Hmph~ Scouts are here," Grayfia interrupted with a low growl, her eyes narrowing like twin crimson daggers.

I followed her gaze to the dark horizon beyond the shattered temple gates. Flickering shadows moved like wraiths, sliding between ruins, their silhouettes distorted by the fading crimson light.

"Satans' pawns. They're sniffing around. Testing the waters," Grayfia muttered, tightening her grip on the silver tray as if it were a blade rather than a harmless vessel. "They know you're awake. That means trouble."

I swallowed hard. "Well, I guess the party's officially started."

She didn't smile. Instead, a cold wind whispered through the broken pillars, carrying a scent that was equal parts brimstone and blood—an omen.

[Ongoing Main Quest]

• Title: [Welcome Back, Prince]

• Objective: (✔) Awaken in your new body. Survive the first hour.

• Reward: Access to System Store, +3 Stat Point, Random Loot Box

• Failure: Permanent Death. Again.

[Time Left: 50 Minutes]

SKKREEEEEEEEE!

Her back was a flawless silhouette of lethal grace as she extended her arm. At the tip of her slender finger, a silver magic circle bloomed like a poisonous flower, radiating arcane power that twisted the air itself. The edges shimmered, carved with runes older than Hell itself, glowing faintly crimson in the dying light.

"Master, this won't take a minute," Grayfia said quietly, her voice like ice sharpening steel.

"Ice Magic: Frozen Execution," Grayfia whispered, her fingers slicing through the air as jagged shards of crystalline frost erupted, swirling like deadly daggers around her like a protective storm.

The cold that radiated from her was unnatural, a biting frost that seemed to freeze the very breath in my lungs. I shivered, not just from the temperature but from the sheer overwhelming power I knew she wielded—power that made even the Satans tremble.

"You're still fragile, Master," she murmured, eyes locked on the flickering shadows beyond the gates. "But I'll cut down any vermin that dares approach before they can even breathe your name."

I wanted to say something snarky. Maybe ask her to dial down the apocalypse by a few notches. Instead, I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this fierce guardian had been waiting all this time to protect a hollow husk like me.

Behind her, the sanctuary's ruins groaned as if the very stones themselves remembered bloodshed and betrayal. Shadows deepened, and from the darkness emerged the first scout of the Seven Satans—twisted, malformed creatures born from sin and malice, their eyes burning with hatred.

Grayfia's silver blade shimmered as she dashed forward, moving faster than a blink. And with a flick of her wrist, a head flew off—a perfect decapitation. Blood sprayed like volcanic ash, and the demon scout collapsed, twitching its last.

More creatures poured out of the shadows like a festering tide. Grayfia moved with terrifying precision and grace, each strike a death sentence, each movement calculated and brutal.

Wave after wave of creatures hurled themselves at her, screeching with murderous frenzy.

Grayfia danced through them like a phantom blade.

One moment she was still, the next she was a whirlwind of death—silver hair whipping through the air, magic lashing like lightning, frost trailing her every step. Her ice magic wasn't just cold—it was absolute. Every strike froze limbs, shattered bones, and silenced screams. Each kill was cleaner than the last, a brutal symphony of precision.

And all the while, I stood at the shattered altar behind her, helpless, watching the battlefield unfold like a painting dipped in blood and ruin.

[Ding! Main Quest Complete.]

[Reward: Access to System Store | +3 Stat Points | 1x Random Loot Box (Blessed)]

A soft chime echoed in my mind, pleasant and out of place amid the carnage.

I blinked. The system interface pulsed to life behind my vision like a second soul whispering.

[Welcome, Dominic Nocturne von Morningstar.]

[System Access Granted.]

[Store | Status | Inventory | Quests | Log]

I didn't dare open it in front of her. Even though Grayfia stood soaked in gore, surrounded by frozen, bisected corpses like a twisted flower field in winter—she'd probably just kill me out of affection if she found out I was keeping secrets again.

So I did what any responsible transmigrated Prince with a god-tier cheat system would do:

I silently opened the Loot Box.

[Opening: Blessed Random Box...]

[YOU CAN RECEIVE THE FOLLOWING REWARDS:]

—1. ITEM OF YOUR CHOOSING

—2. BONUS STATS +20

—3. HIDDEN REWARD

[CHOOSE ONE REWARD]