My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Azazel looked at Vergil with curiosity, crossing his arms while his carefree smile remained. "Interesting. And what exactly do you want with me, Demon King? Any special reason for bringing this poor fool here?" He pointed with his head at the fallen fallen angel on the ground, who was weakly groaning.

Vergil, still imposing, took a step forward, causing his aura to intensify slightly. "No beating around the bush, Azazel. I want the list. All the fallen angels who are on the run and causing trouble."

Azazel raised an eyebrow, surprised, but still maintaining his casual composure. "A list? You want the list of all my 'rebellious children'? And what exactly are you going to do with it, hmm? Planning to finally fulfill our contract?" He let out a short laugh, clearly finding the demand rather bold.

Vergil did not smile, his expression remaining cold and serious. "These traitors are threatening more than just you or your race, Azazel. They are a bigger problem. And I hate loose problems roaming the world." His voice had an unquestionable tone of authority, a reminder of who he was.

Azazel sighed and rubbed his neck, seemingly pondering. "You know it's not as simple as it seems. These 'problems,' as you call them, are scattered across the world, many hidden, others with... delicate alliances. It's not just a list that solves it, my dear."

Vergil narrowed his eyes, his patience clearly limited. "You know me well enough to understand that I don't care about the details. Give me the names, the locations, and who Lucian's pawns are. I'll handle the rest."

Azazel tilted his head, watching Vergil intently, as if evaluating his determination. "You speak as if it's simple, but it's not. Many of them are with Lucian because they believe he can offer something better than I ever could. Others simply want to destroy everything... and everyone." He smiled in a somewhat provocative manner. "Do you really want that kind of responsibility, Vergil?"

Vergil gave a cold smile, his demonic presence becoming even more overwhelming. "Responsibility is a luxury I don't have, Azazel. What I want is efficiency. And you, as the leader of the Fallen Angels, will give me what I asked for."

For a moment, the silence between them was almost palpable, the tension in the air as dense as steel. Then Azazel raised his hands in a theatrical gesture of surrender. "Alright, alright. No need to make that face like you're going to split me in half. I'll prepare the list."

'He's changed quite a lot in a few months...' Azazel thought, smiling slightly. 'More than he should have... much smarter now... better just agree...' Azazel concluded, taking a step back, a glimmer appearing in his hands as he conjured a sphere of black light.

"Here it is. The names, the last known locations, and the crimes committed. Some are just criminals, but others... others are monsters that are a pain to track down and I don't like wasting time." He threw the sphere to Vergil, who easily caught it.

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Demon King," Azazel murmured, his eyes serious for the first time. "These are not common enemies. Many of them would do anything to see me dead, and you may be next on their list."

Vergil tightened the sphere in his hand, absorbing the information without taking his eyes off Azazel. "If they want to hunt me, let them try. I'll make sure none of them survives to tell the tale. But anyway, now... tell me about Seraphina Kalra."

Azazel, already turning to disappear in a burst of black energy, suddenly stopped when he heard the name Seraphina Kalra. He turned slowly, his eyes now more cautious. "Seraphina Kalra... you don't waste time, huh?" He said, his voice carrying a mix of respect and caution.

Vergil didn't move, just watching Azazel with a calculating gaze. "I know enough to recognize her power. But I still don't know enough about who she is, or what her goal is. So tell me, Azazel... What do you know about her?"

Azazel sighed and ran his hand through his hair, clearly pondering his words. "Seraphina Kalra... she's an enigma. She's one of the most powerful and unpredictable among the Fallen Angels. I met her a few centuries ago, and unlike many of my followers, she didn't lean into anarchy. In fact, she's a brilliant strategist and... a bit obsessive when it comes to power." He paused, seemingly pondering whether he should continue.

Vergil gritted his teeth, impatient. "So, what does she want?"

Azazel looked at Vergil, a cryptic smile forming on his lips. "What she wants... well, you should understand, she's not like Lucian or other traitors who seek power through destruction alone. Seraphina has a much more ambitious goal. She wants to restore the 'order' of the Fallen Angels, but with her at the top, of course." He chuckled lightly, a laugh empty of any humor. "She believes that an empire of Fallen Angels, organized under strong leadership, could end the war and eventually subjugate the other realms. Humans, demons, even the angels themselves... everything should be subordinated to the power of the 'new order.' And she wants to be the Queen of that order."

Vergil frowned, the details about Seraphina starting to form a clearer picture. "A tyrant, then... and you think she can really pull it off?"

Azazel looked at Vergil, as if evaluating his question. "Don't underestimate Seraphina, Vergil. She's not just a leader with ambitions. She's extremely skilled, has control over celestial forces, and, most importantly, she has loyal followers, both Fallen Angels and creatures who despise the status quo. She knows how to manipulate factions, how to orchestrate alliances. And she's willing to go to any extremes to achieve her goals."

Vergil kept his gaze fixed on Azazel, absorbing the information attentively. "You said she had control over celestial forces. Does she still have it?"

Azazel made a face. "Yes, she does... but in a unique way. She has the power to control the very fabric of the sky, the souls, and the light flowing from the Celestial Realms. And if you think that's something easy to handle, you're gravely mistaken."

Vergil smiled, his gaze now becoming sharper. "Perfect." He muttered to himself. "Another interesting enemy... I'll definitely need to face her soon."

Azazel shook his head, a cynical look on his face. "You have no idea what you're getting into, Vergil. Seraphina isn't just a threat, she's an obsession. She won't stop until she destroys whoever stands in her way... including you, if you get in her path." Azazel said. Stay tuned with My Virtual Library Empire

"Sure, do as you wish," Vergil said before disappearing without saying anything. He reappeared again at the Empire State.

"You recorded everything, didn't you?" Vergil asked with an ironic smile, watching Morgana emerge from invisibility with a calculated intensity.

Morgana, without showing any surprise or apprehension, shrugged. "Of course, as always. But let's be honest, the Orb... it's reliable for some things, but when it comes to Seraphina Kalra's information, that was a blatant lie." She paused, now focusing her gaze on Vergil. "He didn't even bother to create a more convincing story. Azazel isn't exactly trying to deceive you; he just wants to scare you."

Vergil frowned, his mind analyzing the situation with precision. "So all that talk about celestial control and angelic forces... all lies?"

Morgana nodded. "Yes, a bit of truth here and there, but the essence of what he said about Seraphina? Pure fabrication."

"Tsk, I figured as much," Vergil said, beginning to form a red magical cycle. "Let's go." He said, and Morgana agreed, wrapping her arms around him, almost rubbing against his body...

'Hm... I want a piece of him too...' She murmured.