My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"How about you start talking, little fallen angel?" Vergil asked, a sinister smile twisting his face as he held the angel by the throat with crushing force. His hand wrapped around the fallen angel's neck like an iron shackle, threatening to snap it at any moment.

The fallen angel struggled, his hands gripping Vergil's wrist in a desperate attempt to break free. However, it was futile; the demon's strength was overwhelming.

"You think you can ignore me?" Vergil asked with irony, tilting his head slightly as he tightened his grip, making the man groan in pain. "Speak. Who do you work for, or... well, I have plenty of methods to get the truth out of you. None of them are pleasant."

The fallen angel gasped, his wings trembling as he tried hopelessly to break free. His voice finally came out, trembling and filled with fear. "I... I work for... for Lucian..."

Vergil raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of interest crossing his gaze. He let out a low laugh, almost amused. "Ah, so his name comes up again. Lucian, huh? And exactly what does he want? Why is he watching me?"

The fallen angel hesitated, fear evident in his eyes. Vergil wasn't interested in patience. He squeezed the man's throat even tighter, drawing a scream of agony. "Answer before I lose the little interest I have in keeping you alive."

Finally, broken by pain and desperation, the fallen angel gave in. "He... he knows who you are... He wants... wants you... to join him..."

Vergil laughed, a cold, empty sound that made the air around them feel even heavier. "Join him? Interesting... But I'd rather rip that invitation out of his guts than accept it."

Vergil flashed an enigmatic smile and turned his gaze to Morgana, who was watching the scene with a mix of curiosity and distrust. "Go home, Morgana," he said in a casual but firm tone as he took a step back and adjusted his coat. "I'll have a... little chat with that guy."

Morgana narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. "You're not going to give me any details, are you?"

Vergil responded with a smile that was both charming and annoying. "Spoil the surprise? Not a chance. Just wait for me, this won't take long."

She let out an exaggerated sigh but shrugged. "As you wish, Your Majesty." The sarcasm was evident, but Morgana knew it was useless to insist when Vergil had made up his mind.

He chuckled lightly at her tone. "Good girl." Then, without waiting for a reply, he turned his back to Morgana and vanished in a blur of pure demonic energy, leaving only a slight distortion in the air.

Now alone, Morgana sighed again and conjured a portal with a fluid gesture, muttering to herself as she passed through it. "If he gets into trouble, I'll laugh before I help."

Meanwhile, Vergil appeared at another point in the city, his energy guiding him directly to the next target of his attention. His eyes were fixed on the distance, where a far more powerful presence awaited. His smile widened, his relaxed posture concealing the intensity that burned beneath the surface.

Vergil held the fallen angel with a firm grip, his neck being squeezed while the man still struggled to breathe. The angel's face was red and contorted in pain, but Vergil maintained a calm, threatening demeanor. He was well aware of the fine line between torture and death, and knew exactly where to cross that line... or keep it.

"Well, let's see if this game starts getting more interesting..." he murmured once again, the sadistic smile still on his lips as he tightened the fallen angel's throat, almost as if playing with his prey.

The presence of his target was still distant, but Vergil didn't need much more than a fragment of his energy to locate him. He expanded his demonic aura with a precise gesture, a wave of power cutting through the city, quickly finding the energy signature he was searching for. "Got you."

The demon effortlessly lifted the fallen angel and, with a swift motion, leaped into the air. The city of New York seemed to stretch below them as Vergil moved with speed, as if he were cutting through the air with the same ease he would a room. The small fallen angel barely had time to process what was happening before being swept away at dizzying speeds.

Upon reaching the top of an imposing building, Vergil landed with a startling smoothness, as if he were floating. He looked around, evaluating the area before giving his full attention to the fallen angel, still trapped by the throat.

"Azazel..." Vergil said, his voice deep and full of authority, as he threw the fallen angel onto the ground with an unrelenting movement. The angel's body hit the ground heavily, and Vergil stood still, waiting. His presence seemed to dominate the environment, while his aura pressed the tension into the air.

The sound of the city in the background seemed to fade momentarily, as if even the world knew that something big was about to happen.

As if stepping out of a shadow, Azazel appeared, his imposing figure materializing from nowhere. He descended with a supernatural lightness, crouching near the fallen angel, observing him with an amused, almost disdainful look.

"Oh, I thought it would take you longer to hunt the angels I requested... How cute," Azazel said with a mocking smile, his eyes shining with a mix of arrogance and amusement.

Vergil didn't move, keeping his eyes fixed on Azazel, who was now bent over to look at the fallen angel. Azazel glanced at him as if the demon were a passing distraction.

"Oh, one of Lucian's lackeys... How cute..." Azazel continued, his voice dripping with acidic irony. He eyed the fallen angel as if it were a mere object. "Is it Zataniel? Or Garindiel?" He paused, the amusement in his eyes replaced by a slight frustration. "Or is it some new toy your master decided to send to test me?"

The fallen angel, still on the ground, looked at Azazel with an expression of sheer terror, his breath erratic and weak, yet without the courage to speak. Azazel's gaze toward him was one of pure indifference, as if he had already decided the fallen angel's fate.

Vergil didn't move, but his eyes glowed with a cold light. "You don't need to worry about him. He has nothing left to offer, Azazel. I'm more interested in you."

The Fallen Angel King raised his gaze to Vergil, his eyes now fully focused on him, and his smile widened, displaying absolute confidence. "So, you found me, huh? And what do you want, Vergil? Do you think you have something to offer me that I haven't already seen?"

Vergil took a step forward, his eyes expressionless, but his body emanating an unmatched strength. "I came to discuss something, Azazel. Something far more interesting than this game of espionage and betrayal."

Azazel, maintaining his smile, rose with surprising lightness, his eyes staring at Vergil with a gleam of curiosity. "So, what do you want, Demon King? Or rather, what do you think you'll gain from this?" When the fallen angel heard Vergil was the Demon King, his whole body trembled.

Vergil merely smiled. "I just want some information about... the Fallen Angels who escaped your domains... and of course, about this Lucian." Vergil smiled again.