My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Emmily crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on Viviane with a curious, almost analytical expression. As the Lady of the Lake collapsed to the ground, the witch took a step forward, frowning but still maintaining her cold composure. She sighed lightly before turning to Vergil, deciding it was time for him to learn the truth.

"So… I suppose it's time to clarify a few things, since Lady Viviane seems unable to continue," Emmily said, her voice a mix of seriousness and exasperation.

Vergil narrowed his eyes, impatience evident on his face. "Speak, Emmily. What's going on?"

The witch shook her head slowly, as if organizing her thoughts before speaking. "Well… Did you know that there are—correction, there were—two Excaliburs?"

Vergil raised an eyebrow. "Two? Explain."

Emmily gestured to Viviane, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling as silent tears streamed down her face. "The Excalibur the world knows—the sword wielded by King Arthur—is not the same one he carried until the end of his days. A long time ago, the original Excalibur was… destroyed."

"Be clearer," Vergil demanded, his patience waning rapidly.

"Arthur, the legendary king, at some point in his life, broke the Excalibur. As powerful as it was, the sword couldn't withstand a decisive battle. It shattered, and its fragments were scattered, reforged into twelve smaller swords that now exist as lost relics of the world. A secret known to very few," Emmily explained, her tone growing darker.

Vergil tilted his head slightly, processing the information. "And the second Excalibur? Where does it come into the story?"

"Viviane," Emmily continued, gesturing again to the fallen woman. "She forged a new sword for Arthur. A masterpiece to replace the original. The second Excalibur, known by some as Ex-Calibur. It was perfect—stronger, more durable. A symbol not just of royalty, but of hope and absolute power. But… that's the sword we're talking about now."

Vergil's gaze shifted to Viviane, beginning to grasp the weight of her sorrow. "Was Ex-Calibur destroyed?" he asked, though he already suspected the answer.

Emmily confirmed with a slow nod. "Yes. Viviane's masterpiece—the sword that transcended its predecessor—was reduced to nothing. And with it, perhaps the greatest legacy of the Lady of the Lake has also been lost."

Viviane, who until now had seemed consumed by her own grief, murmured between sobs, "I poured everything into that sword… Every fragment of my soul. It was perfect." Her voice cracked, but she continued. "And now… it's destroyed. Destroyed by those who don't even understand what it was made of…"

Vergil remained silent for a moment, his mind racing. He turned to Emmily. "The fragments—are there any chances of recovering them?"

Emmily sighed, crossing her arms again. "The fragments of Ex-Calibur could be scattered across the world… or utterly obliterated, or perhaps even absorbed by something or someone. We don't know. But one thing is certain: whoever did this knew exactly what they were destroying. This wasn't an act of ignorance—it was calculated. At least, the clues point to that."

Viviane lifted her gaze to Vergil, her red, smoldering eyes burning with fierce determination. "Please… Don't let it disappear completely. Even if it's impossible… I need to know who did this." She took a deep breath, and her expression shifted, a nearly feral smile curving her lips. "Because when I find out, I'm going to kill them."

The air around her seemed to vibrate with dark, powerful energy. Her horns began to emerge slowly from her forehead—long and curved, made of ebony as dark as the deepest night. Her fists clenched, and an invisible mantle of demonic power enveloped her body, transforming her before the eyes of Vergil and Emmily.

The maid uniform she wore became loose and disheveled as her body grew, gaining proportions that perfectly balanced raw strength and irresistible femininity. Her shoulders broadened, her arms gained defined muscles, and her waist remained narrow, emphasizing the contrast of her curvaceous figure.

Vergil watched in silence, his eyes glowing with a mix of surprise and… something else. He noticed her legs—long, powerful, and perfectly toned—ending in robust thighs that seemed sculpted to convey both strength and imposing beauty. Her hips widened slightly, enough to give her an even more commanding presence, while her silhouette took on the contours of a mature, irresistible woman. Her long blue hair flowed like a waterfall down her back, reaching just above a firm bottom that certainly wouldn't go unnoticed.

Her face had also changed; the soft, youthful features now had a refined elegance. Her beauty had gained depth, speaking of wisdom, power, and hidden dangers. It was the face of a woman who had lived more than most, an experienced warrior now seemingly ready to embrace her true nature.

Vergil blinked a few times, processing the vision before him, until he let out a soft murmur. "I didn't think the Lady of the Lake would be… this…" He hesitated, his eyes scanning every detail of Viviane's new form.

Emmily, watching the scene with a mischievous smile, crossed her arms and answered without hesitation. "So hot? Come on, say it out loud."

Vergil grimaced, trying to cover it up. "I just… I didn't expect her to be… so…" He stopped again, sighing in frustration. "Whatever."

His gaze returned to Viviane, who now exuded a mix of ferocity and majesty. Every movement seemed charged with contained strength, as if the very ground trembled beneath her. Yet, there was something gentle in her eyes—a contrast that made her even more captivating.

Vergil cleared his throat, crossing his arms and looking away, though he couldn't hide the subtle smile on his lips.

'If I had known she was going to look this sexy, maybe I wouldn't have yelled at her so much. What a waste of time.' he thought.

Viviane raised an eyebrow, her expression clearly saying she knew exactly the effect she was having.

"She's one of the greatest smiths to ever exist," Emmily said, interrupting Vergil's thoughts. "Did you think she could forge legendary weapons without having a body worthy of a warrior?"

Vergil sighed, reluctant to admit it, but he couldn't avoid it. "Alright, I thought that…" He gestured with his hands, trying to find the right words, but gave up halfway. "Tch, whatever," he muttered, turning around and crossing his arms again, though it was obvious he couldn't stop looking at her.

Suddenly, Vergil saw Viviane lift her gaze at the familiar voice that cut through the air like a sharp blade.

"Finally, you've revealed yourself," Sapphire said, her presence radiating authority as she stepped out from the shadows with an enigmatic smile on her face. She crossed her arms, her emerald eyes scanning Viviane from head to toe, as if evaluating a finished piece of art.

Vergil, still processing Viviane's transformation, furrowed his brow and abruptly turned to Sapphire. "Wait… What do you mean 'finally'?" he asked, suspicion thick in his voice. He looked between the two women, trying to piece things together as his gaze narrowed.

"Damn it... You knew, didn't you? Of course, you knew… I feel betrayed," Vergil sighed.

Sapphire shrugged, her smile widening. "Of course I knew, darling. Do you think I just let anyone stand by your side? I'm very meticulous about who I allow close to what's MINE." Her eyes glowed with intensity, that dangerous gleam in them saying more than words ever could. It was possessiveness and power blended, a reminder that everyone and everything around Vergil was there only because she allowed it.

Vergil raised an eyebrow, his fists clenching involuntarily. "You're worse than Katharina."

She tilted her head slightly, her long red hair falling like a cascade of fire as her expression took on a mildly provocative edge. "Don't be dramatic, darling. I call it… ensuring things go the way they should."

After all, a king without his knights is just a man with a crown. You need strong people by your side, and Viviane is stronger than you think."

Vergil had always known that Sapphire was a powerful and dominating woman, but the intensity of her possessiveness was something he hadn't truly noticed until he spent more time with her. He thought he knew the redhead well—her pride, her sharp humor, and that imposing aura that made everyone around her hesitate to challenge her.

However, there was something deeper, something he only began to see in the small moments after he started looking at her more intimately… the way she kept her eyes on him, even when she pretended to be distracted, how she made sure to know where he was and who was with him.

"Since when did you get so… possessive?" Vergil asked, in a rare moment of honesty, crossing his arms as he watched Sapphire.

She raised an eyebrow, as if the question was almost amusing. "Possessive? Oh, darling, don't confuse things. I'm not being possessive. I'm just… taking care of what's mine, didn't I say?"

Vergil smiled and asked, "I thought you were mine…" He teased, clearly flirting.

"Can you two stop flirting here?" Viviane interrupted, crossing her arms as she gave them both an exasperated look.

Vergil turned to her, a provocative smile forming on his lips. "Flirting? Me? Viviane, I didn't know you were so attentive to my… movements."

Sapphire, on the other hand, let out a low, sarcastic laugh, turning to Viviane with a casually superior look. "Oh, darling, if this bothers you, maybe you should leave the room. After all, the adults are talking."

Viviane narrowed her eyes, clearly irritated. "Adults? You're old enough to be my grandmother, Sapphire. Do you really want to compete?"

Vergil chuckled quietly, clearly enjoying the exchange.

"Anyway, let's get to the point." Vergil said, looking at Viviane. "Shall we go after whoever broke your sword, My Beautiful Demon Maid?"