My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil floated in the air, immersed in his own thoughts as he hovered above the Empire State Building in New York. The city below seemed small and distant, but strangely, he couldn't help but wonder, "Why am I here?" There was no apparent reason for his presence, just a vague curiosity, an instinct that urged him to remain. The lively, pulsating city around him was, in a sense, just a backdrop to the turmoil happening in his mind.

Suddenly, with a sarcastic smile, he turned to the emptiness before him and spoke, as though addressing someone who was watching him—though, to any onlooker, he appeared to be speaking to himself.

"Your existence is impressive, I admit... But how long will you continue watching me?" His voice carried a mix of cynicism and disdain, directed not at a specific person, but at the energy emanating from the small orb floating in front of him. The artifact, seemingly insignificant, resisted Vergil's control ever so slightly, but he was still in charge.

"When Azazel gave you to me, I thought it was pure madness. Such a pathetic and useless tool... a rare gem, but it shines less than all the others." He mocked the sphere, keeping it levitating in front of him with a nearly indifferent motion of his demonic energy.

"Platinum Dragon Empress... A title so... extravagant, don't you think? For a woman who doesn't even have the courage to show her own face." He taunted, as though the Empress herself were present, responding to him. His eyes were fixed on the sphere, but his mind was elsewhere, in a place where answers had yet to form.

The orb gave no response, but its energy began to pulse in a peculiar way, emitting a demonic aura that felt almost... familiar. Vergil raised an eyebrow, observing the movement within the artifact.

"Looks like you're trying to get out of there, huh, little girl?" He murmured, more for amusement than anything else, as the orb writhed, releasing spirals of power that seemed to tear at the seal keeping it trapped. The effort was impressive, but nothing grand or catastrophic. It was just the energy of the orb trying to break free. And Vergil, with a mischievous smile, continued to watch it with growing interest.

"Who, in fact, had enough power to seal a Dragon? Or rather... two Dragons?" He pondered, his eyes narrowing in thought. He knew how powerful that dragon's soul was, but there was something else there. Something he still couldn't fully comprehend.

The orb, seemingly in desperation, continued to struggle against the sealing spell. Its energy pulsed with force, but it wasn't enough to break the prison. Vergil, however, didn't seem concerned. Instead, he appeared fascinated, as though presented with an intriguing curiosity, an opportunity that perhaps deserved to be explored.

"Yeah, seems like you really don't want a master, huh?" He said, his voice smooth, but full of malice. "Then why should I care about you? Maybe... I should devour this orb."

With a low laugh and a mischievous grin, Vergil extended his hand and used his demonic energy to pull the orb back into his grasp. "My body and soul are one, and if I devour this orb... maybe I can absorb a Dragon's soul..." He questioned himself, intrigued by the possibility, as the orb floated between his fingers, now completely in his hands.

The idea of devouring such a powerful entity, of acquiring the essence of a Dragon, seemed irresistible. The strength he could gain, the complexity of the soul he could integrate... It was a temptation that fit perfectly with his nature.

Vergil heard the voice of a familiar woman, cutting through the silence around him. "Talking to yourself?" The voice, laced with sarcasm, immediately caught his attention, and his eyes shone with a hint of interest.

"You took too long, Morgana," Vergil said with an enigmatic smile, anticipation evident in his tone. He was there, suspended, waiting for the explanations she would bring, unhurried, as if he knew the moment had finally come.

Morgana appeared before him with graceful movement, her gaze fixed on him, but with an expression of mild indifference. She seemed serene, but there was an energy of caution in her posture. "The Queen of Witches isn't exactly the most welcoming when a Demon King demands her name be erased from the Records of Humanity," she replied with a slight shrug, as if it were a small inconvenience in the midst of something much more complex.

Vergil maintained his smile, but his eyes narrowed, the moment he had been expecting finally unfolding. "But at least, I succeeded," Morgana continued, now with a touch of satisfaction in her voice. "Your previous life... the life of Vergil Kennedy... will be excluded from all records. Vergil Kennedy no longer exists."

Vergil let out a light laugh, his expression becoming more serious as he absorbed the magnitude of what she had just revealed. "And who, exactly, will remember who I was before?" he asked, with an unnerving calm.

Morgana observed Vergil for a moment, her expression carrying a quiet curiosity. "No one. As if you never existed. Every trace of your human existence... erased," she replied with an unwavering coldness, as if speaking of a job well done, without any emotion behind it.
Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire

Vergil, however, was more interested in what would come next. Morgana didn't make him wait long. "Now… how about you go teach that guy a lesson, the one who's been staring at you for a while?" she said with a mischievous smile, pointing into the distance.

Vergil followed the movement of Morgana's finger and, with a curious look, his eyes fixed on a man floating in the air, far, far away from where they were. He had two black wings, a characteristic mark of fallen angels.

Vergil narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Ah... fallen angels." His playful smile quickly vanished, and in an almost imperceptible movement, he approached Morgana, holding her waist with surprising speed.

Morgana let out a startled scream, "Kyaa!", as she was suddenly pulled close to him. But Vergil didn't seem to care about her reaction. He focused on the distant figure, and with a single step, he disappeared.

When Morgana regained her composure and looked at where Vergil had been, he was already standing before the fallen angel. In the blink of an eye, the space between them had been annihilated, and Vergil was there, as though he had simply appeared in the air in front of the man with the black wings.

The fallen angel, surprised and clearly uncomfortable, took a step back, but Vergil didn't give him time to react. He smiled with a touch of sadistic amusement on his lips.

"Hello, fallen angel," Vergil said, his voice carrying a chilling calm. "How about you tell me who you work for, before I decide to end your existence?" He spoke with an almost irritating tranquility, as if he were simply asking about the weather.