My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Ah yes, that's right... I need to explain this..." Ada said, crossing her arms thoughtfully.

Vergil looked at her, confused. "Katharina, are you messing with me?" Vergil spoke to the air, but Ada stared at him, clearly not understanding what he meant.

"Hey! You're not thinking that—"

"Yes, come out, wherever you are; I don't want tricks like this. Not with the woman I love. Stop it immediately," Vergil said, completely serious.

"Pfff... Pff... HAHAHAHAHA!" She started laughing uncontrollably, just like Sapphire, but... at the same time... "So you think I'm Katharina playing games with you?" Ada grinned mischievously, as if she really was teasing him.

"Yes, exactly," Vergil replied, not even changing his serious expression.

"Oh... so that's how it is, huh?" Ada murmured, tracing her finger along her lips and biting them—intimidating, yet undeniably sexy.

"Ada..." Vergil began, trying to make sense of it all, but before he could continue, she leaned closer, gently placing a finger on his lips.

"Shh... don't think too much, my love. Just... enjoy the moment." She smiled again, but this time, Vergil felt a chill run down his spine. The look in Ada's eyes, though familiar, carried something deeply wrong, something he couldn't quite pinpoint.

He glanced around the room; everything seemed normal, but when he felt her lips again...

He pushed her away.

"Where's the Ada I know?" Vergil demanded, taking in the sight of the woman in front of him. Her eyes were slightly clouded, and her hands trembled... she seemed desperate for something he could give, but...

"Enough." He spoke firmly, and the curse mark began to take effect, a sort of collar with hearts appearing around her neck.

"Ada Baal, tell the truth," he commanded, and the woman's entire body trembled as her legs pressed together even tighter.

The sexual curse of the Master-Servant bond.

The atmosphere in the room grew heavier, the tension turning into an almost palpable aura.

Vergil felt the presence of the curse enveloping the space around them as he kept his gaze fixed on Ada.

The tattoo on her neck seemed to glow with a faint light, an indelible mark of the connection between them, and at the same time, a reminder of the fragility of that bond.

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"Ada..." he repeated, now more concerned, "what's happening to you?"

Ada's eyes widened, and for a moment, Vergil glimpsed the real Ada. "Vergil... please... I'm trying..." Her voice faltered, and a tremor ran through her body as if she were fighting against invisible chains holding her down.

"I understand." Vergil said, and the curse stopped. "Now tell me the truth." He commented, smiling as he pulled her into his lap.

Why? Why did he understand something...

"You're afraid I'm going to die, aren't you?" he asked, smiling gently while running his hand through her long, black hair. "You know that's not going to happen; trust your husband more." He joked, but kept her comfortable in his arms.

"What happened?" he asked, and Ada couldn't hold back any longer... tears began streaming down her face.

"My mother... my mother wants to take me away from you..." she whispered, hiding her face in his chest.

"I thought I didn't feel anything... that it was just because of the bond Katharina accidentally created..." Ada said, resting her head on his chest.

"But I like you... I like you so much that my body refused to accept my mother... And I ran away... I stole a very precious sword and fled," Ada admitted.

"I'm so scared..." Ada continued, "I don't want to lose you... Or be taken by a stranger just because my mother wants it."

Ada's revelation made Vergil's heart ache.

'She made her cry... She actually made my wife cry…' Vergil thought as he held her tighter, feeling the warmth of her body against his as her tears soaked into his shirt.

The bond between them was growing stronger, but also more complicated, as he began to grasp the depth of what she was facing.

'My wife is crying... What is this feeling in my chest?' he wondered, feeling his inner self on the verge of erupting...

"You don't need to be afraid of her, Ada. I'm here," Vergil said, his voice soft, yet there was something more. "No one's going to take you from me, not even my mother-in-law."

Ada looked up at him, and Vergil saw the internal struggle she was going through.

Her eyes were filled with pain and confusion, but there was also a spark of hope.

"I just didn't want you to get hurt because of me. My mother... she's powerful and won't hesitate to use everything she has to bring me back, or rather... to break the pact."

"Tsk, it doesn't matter," Vergil said. "Neither of those things is going to happen. And honestly, who cares? She'll pay for making my Ada cry." Vergil's tone was irrational.

"I... I don't know if you understand what that means," Ada whispered, her voice still trembling from the tears. "She's the Demon Queen, Vergil... I don't want you to be just another target—"

"I'm already a target, Ada. You know that," Vergil interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "And I don't care. What matters is you. Your well-being is everything to me. I won't let her win.

Not now, not ever."

With a deep sigh, Ada snuggled closer to him, seeking comfort. "I just... didn't know how to tell you. The fear of losing you consumed me, and all I could think to do was run."

"You did what you thought was right at the time, and that's what matters," he said, gently stroking her hair. "Now, let's figure out our next step. We're in this together, right?"

...

"So you're telling me my daughter stole one of my swords and... ran away?" Raphaeline questioned the trembling servant before her.

"You—" The servant tried to say something, but a floating sword sliced her in half, killing her in one swift motion. It was so fast that no one saw what had happened.

Raphaeline watched as the servant dissolved into a blur of blood and flesh, her gaze cold and unflinching as the body fell. The floating blade, gleaming with a dark light, hovered beside her, waiting for her command like an extension of her will.

"If my daughter took the sword, then she's farther away than I thought," Raphaeline muttered to herself, her mind already scheming. "And if she has the audacity to defy me, her mother, I will find her."

With a wave of her hand, the sword resumed its position hovering beside her, like a vigilant guardian. Raphaeline began pacing slowly through the room, each step deliberate and firm.

"Gather the demons," she ordered, her voice as sharp as steel. "We will track her down. No one interferes with our family ties. If Ada thinks she can hide from me, she is gravely mistaken."

As the servants hurried to obey, the tension in the air thickened, her presence a storm waiting to be unleashed. Raphaeline turned toward a tall window, looking out at the horizon, where the darkness of night approached. "The night is my ally," she thought. "And I will make my daughter's betrayal pay a price."

Soon, a squad of soldiers entered, armed and ready. "We are prepared, my lady," one of them said, his voice firm and resolute.

Raphaeline turned to them, a cruel smile forming on her lips. "Let's make sure my dear daughter knows that a mother never forgets. Let the hunt begin."

The demon soldiers nodded, and a servant led them out, their presence radiating authority and danger. The night's darkness enveloped them, shadows dancing around them as if eager for the chase.

"Get ready," she commanded. "Ada can't be far. And when we find her, a lesson will be taught."

The hunt was on, and Raphaeline was determined to reclaim what was hers, no matter the cost.

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<Author's Note>

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