My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Felicia watched Vergil's body with a thoughtful expression, her hand on her chin as if she were appraising a rare masterpiece. She approached him with insatiable curiosity, her eyes shining with a mixture of appreciation and something more... obscure.

'A body like that... I don't even want to imagine what's under there... shit, stop thinking about these vulgar things.' Felicia caught herself as she returned to what really mattered.

"Interesting," she murmured, running her fingers over Vergil's muscular body, feeling the tension in every line of his defined muscles. "Truly a body blessed by a demon god... or maybe more than that..."

Vergil felt his body tensing under her touch, but before he could react, the pain hit him suddenly.

"Well, at least you're strong," Felicia said, as if making a simple observation, without taking her eyes off Vergil's body.

Vergil opened his mouth to protest, but before he could speak, a shock of pain shot through his body. He spat blood onto the floor, his eyes widening as he realized that Felicia's hands were digging into his stomach, as if she was... messing with something inside.

"Wait," she said with disconcerting calm, her voice emotionless. She began to turn Vergil's stomach, her fingers moving with precision, as if she were after something very specific, something... valuable.

Vergil clenched his teeth. The pain was unbearable, but he kept his fists closed and forced himself not to react.

'I won't fall, I won't be weak in front of her. He repeated to himself, every muscle in his body begging to bend to the pain.

She removed her hand from his stomach and, at that moment, Vergil felt a sensation of something being pulled out of him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The pain was acute, and he almost lost his balance, but with a desperate effort, he planted his feet on the ground and stood up, a sigh of agony escaping his lips.

"Your instinct is broken," Felicia said with an innocent, almost mischievous smile. She seemed genuinely pleased with what she had discovered, as if she had unearthed a precious relic in one simple gesture.

Vergil, still stunned by the pain, looked at her, confused. The agony still pulsed in his stomach, but the question in his mind was stronger: What had she done with it?

"Your existence is so... confused. And because of that, your instincts are all out of order," Felicia continued, with an expression of mild frustration as she touched her forehead as if trying to calm a nagging thought. "That's why that idiot... is an idiot." She shook her head, clearly annoyed, but also, strangely, a little amused. "She was so... dumb. It was just trying to understand and amplify. But no, she only knows how to hit hard."

Vergil arched an eyebrow. "What are you saying, Mom?" he asked, bewildered.

Felicia sighed deeply, turning to look at him like a teacher who has finally tired of repeating the same lesson. "Haven't you really noticed? Your body and soul are fused. Unlike the others, who have separate bodies and souls, you are... all distorted. Your existence is confusing even to yourself. Your organs, your flesh, everything is out of sync. It's like your body is a blurry painting that you can't even understand properly."

Vergil swallowed, beginning to realize that the complexity of his own existence was deeper than he had imagined. But he couldn't afford to be vulnerable now. "And how do I remove this blockage?" He asked, his eyes focused, the desire for answers burning in his chest.

Felicia smiled with a disturbing glint in her eyes. "The solution is simple, my son... but it will require you... to learn to master the chaos inside you. Every part of your body, every piece of flesh and bone, needs to be understood. You'll have to create a new instinct from scratch... as if you were building your own nature." She moved closer to him, her voice lower, almost whispering.

Felicia smiled sinisterly, her piercing gaze fixed on Vergil. "And this... is going to be more painful than anything you've ever experienced," she said, with a devilish glint in her eyes, as if the suffering she was about to impose was a delight.

Vergil tried to keep his composure, but Felicia's expression challenged him. "It's good to know that Sapphire failed miserably to train you... We'll put that right." She laughed lightly, a low, malicious sound.

"M-Mother, wait," Vergil said, taking two steps back. His instinct told him to move away, but before he could react, an invisible pressure forced him to stop. It was as if a spectral hand was holding him in place.

"Come here," Felicia ordered with an amused smile, and, as if under some kind of spell, Vergil was forced to move. Every step he took seemed heavier, as if his will was overridden by his mother's strength.

As he followed, without having much choice, Vergil noticed, in a disconcerting way, that his eyes strayed to her buttocks which looked as if she was trying to hypnotize him.

He didn't want to look, but his attention was involuntarily caught by the way she moved. His thoughts jumbled together: 'Ignore... she's your mother, Vergil... ignore...' He tried, tried hard, but...

'This outfit... is against the rules... Not that I'm complaining... but it's... strange to look at your own mother like that. I guess.' He tried to convince himself, but it was an uphill battle, his mind and instincts at war.

Felicia stopped in front of the weapons room, her eyes glowing with a sinister intensity as she looked at Vergil.

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"I will tear apart every part of your body," she said with menacing calm, picking up a gigantic axe, "every cell will be destroyed and rebuilt, reformed by your own energy, until you are fully aware of every muscle, every fiber that makes up your body. Your body and soul will merge into a new, perfect instinct, adapted to your battle style, to your aura. Only then will you be able to create a new instinct."

She smiled slightly, her eyes fixed on Vergil as the axe reflected the light, creating an almost mystical aura around her. "You will become a living weapon, and I will be the forger."

Vergil, trying to keep his composure, gave a slightly crooked smile. "When do we start?" He asked, trying to hide apprehension behind confidence.

"She's my mother... she won't take it that seriously. That was Vergil's mistake. He forgot, for a moment, who was really in front of him. In the Underworld, she wasn't just Felicia, the distant mother. She was Sepphirothy, one of the few primordials who still lived, a relentless force. And in that room, she wasn't there to play. She was there to transform.