My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 217 The Entertainment Woman

"Are they... okay?" Ada asked, her voice laced with concern as she watched Stella and Roxanne lying on Vergil's bed, the man himself nowhere to be seen.

"We're not entirely sure..." Viviane responded in a low tone, her eyes fixed on the two. "Master said they reached their mental limit. The emotional strain was too much, and their brains entered a temporary coma to protect themselves. It's like their bodies are forcing a reset." She observed the serene faces of the women, who looked as if they were resting like angels.

Katharina crossed her arms, her expression hardened. "Good thing I don't have a father. I was born from a fragment of my mother's soul. I can't even imagine what it's like to have a parent capable of something like this..." There was a mix of disdain and relief in her voice.

Ada sighed, sitting beside the bed. "Tell me about it... dealing with my mother is already hard enough. But... what about Vergil? He wouldn't just leave them like this, especially after everything."

Viviane shot a quick glance at Katharina before answering. "He had to go... see Amon."

"Amon?" Ada frowned.

"Yeah... killing the Death Knight isn't exactly a subtle way to keep the peace," Katharina remarked with irony, her eyes widening slightly.

Viviane let out a crooked smile. "He basically killed something that wasn't supposed to die... Of course, the Archons would want some kind of answer."

Ada shook her head, exasperated. "Vergil and his incredible ability to attract trouble wherever he goes. At least he managed to save these two."

Katharina sighed, but there was a note of relief in her voice. "Yeah, but now we have to make sure they recover while he deals with the consequences."

Viviane nodded slightly, her expression serious. "I'll make some tea. You two keep an eye on them." With those words, she left the room, leaving Katharina and Ada alone with Roxanne and Stella.

Ada looked at Roxanne, gently running a hand over the young woman's face. Despite appearing peaceful in sleep, something about her unsettled Ada. "What do you think?" she asked, not taking her eyes off Roxanne.

Katharina sighed, reclining on a nearby couch. "Our husband is getting stronger... and honestly, that's starting to worry me," she admitted, crossing her legs with a thoughtful look. "I think it's time we got back to real training."

Ada raised an eyebrow, a small smile forming on her lips. "How many years has it been since we last truly fought each other?"

Katharina let out a short laugh. "Too long... but it's not like I got rusty."

Ada tilted her head, her tone casual but with a hint of curiosity. "Are you still suppressing your power?"

"The flames keep consuming my demonic energy endlessly," Katharina replied with an enigmatic smile, resting her chin on her hand. "Who knows when my soul will finally stop devouring energy."

Ada let out a low chuckle. "When that happens..."

Katharina finished the sentence without hesitation, her smile widening. "We're going to wreak some havoc."

Ada laughed, but her gaze remained fixed on Roxanne. "Good to know we still have that in common."

Katharina looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought. "If Vergil keeps up this pace, he might force us to be more than just his supporters. Not that I mind, really... could be fun."

Ada nodded, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Well, if he can take on everyone, we can't be left behind, right?"

Katharina laughed. "Exactly. We're the wives of the most chaotic man in the world. Nothing less than the best will do for us."

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[Amon's Palace]

"Alright, repeat that one more time," Amon demanded, his incredulous gaze fixed on Vergil and Sapphire as if he were trying to process something utterly absurd. He leaned back in his throne, eyebrows raised in confusion.

"I already told you," Vergil began again, his voice calm but laced with impatience. "I killed Ashborne."

Amon blinked slowly, leaning forward. "Yes, I heard. Now, repeat it." His eyes flicked to Vergil's hand, where an orb of chaotic energy floated—a swirling black and purple flame, pulsating as if it contained an unfathomable power.

"I killed the Death Knight," Vergil repeated, this time emphasizing each word carefully, as if speaking to a stubborn child.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room before Amon turned to Sapphire, searching for clarification. The redhead simply sighed, crossing her arms and shaking her head in resignation.

"He severed the veil between body and soul," Sapphire explained, her tone carrying a mix of pride and disbelief. "This bastard landed a Spiritual Cut on the very barrier of Ashborne's existence."

Amon was silent for a few moments, blinking slowly as he absorbed her words. "He... cut through the barrier of existence?" His voice came out as almost a whisper.

"Yes," Sapphire confirmed, her gaze now glimmering with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

Amon leaned back into his throne, letting out a muffled laugh. "Do you have any idea what you just did, Vergil?"

"I saved my wife and her mother. Seems simple to me," Vergil replied nonchalantly.

"Simple?" Amon laughed, though the sound was more exasperation than amusement. "Not only did you kill a Death Knight, but you also manipulated the very essence of chaos with that strike. This... is not something one simply does."

Vergil shrugged, waving his hand as if the matter was trivial. "He was a threat. His title, his eternity, whatever he represented—it didn't matter. He was in my way." Continue your journey at novelbuddy

Amon stood from his throne, descending the steps slowly while keeping his eyes fixed on the floating orb in Vergil's hand. "So this is his power now? You absorbed Ashborne's essence?"

"Yeah, seems like it got stuck to me after the strike. I didn't do anything besides kill him," Vergil repeated casually, rotating his hand as he watched the pulsating energy, almost as if testing the power now residing within.

Amon approached, his gaze locked onto the dark sphere. "Can you use his power?" he asked, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

"No, this thing is rejecting me," Vergil replied, scratching his cheek with a mix of irritation and disinterest. "I even tried some dramatic line like 'Rise!' to make Ashborne's body come back, but nothing happened. It was kinda... disappointing."

Amon raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he analyzed the floating object in Vergil's hand. "Hmm... you possess the bloodlines of Agares, Sitri, and Baal, not to mention Lucifer, considering you're Sepphirothy's son. Perhaps the issue is deeper than that."

Vergil narrowed his eyes. "How deep are we talking?"

"Chaos requires balance," Amon explained, gesturing with his hands as if trying to give shape to the idea. "And you, my dear friend, are not exactly the embodiment of balance. In fact, you are something beyond the curve. It's possible that the Death Knight's power simply doesn't recognize you as a proper successor."

"So, I'm 'unworthy' then? Is that what you're saying?" Vergil shot back, his tone laced with irony.

"I wouldn't say 'unworthy,' but…" Amon gave a lopsided smirk. "You're… rather peculiar. The power you already wield, combined with your lineage, might be too much—even for chaos itself."

Vergil sighed, staring at the orb once more. "Great. A useless relic that doesn't even acknowledge its new owner. Fantastic. Another orb that doesn't like me—who would've thought."

Sapphire, who had been watching with her arms crossed, let out a heavy sigh. "Maybe it's not rejection but adaptation. This kind of power wasn't meant to be simply 'inherited.' It might take time, or perhaps it requires… a specific circumstance to activate."

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"Circumstance?" Vergil echoed, casting a wary glance at her.

"Yes, something that forces the orb to fully accept you," Sapphire said, her voice laced with mystery as her eyes gleamed with veiled understanding.

Vergil exhaled, already anticipating the answer. He fixed his gaze on her. "You already know, don't you?"

Sapphire averted her eyes for a moment, but the smirk on her lips left no doubts. "Let's just say I have my theories…"

"And what are you hiding from me this time?" he asked, crossing his arms with an exasperated expression.

She chuckled softly, but her tone was serious. "I just don't want my husband to end up being… devoured by that power." Sapphire shrugged, trying to lighten the conversation, but the intensity in her eyes betrayed her concern.

"Devoured by power? That sounds promising," Vergil muttered sarcastically, spinning the orb one last time before closing his fingers around it. "Alright then, tell me—what are your theories?"

"It's dangerous, but… maybe the only way for this orb to accept you is to let it consume your energy directly, without any barriers," Sapphire said, her voice almost a whisper. "A complete integration between you and the Death Knight's legacy."

Vergil arched a brow. "And my chances of getting out of this intact?"

"Depends," Sapphire replied, her smile now a bit more tense. "How strong do you believe you are?"

"I get it, I get it… wait for the right moment, sure." Vergil said, resigned, raising his hands in a mock gesture of surrender. "Although, honestly, I feel like it'd be easier to just swallow this thing and hope for the best." He muttered before being interrupted by an unexpected voice.

"Oh, finally! I found you!"

The voice was lively, carrying a sensual tone that seemed to fill the room. Amon, Vergil, and Sapphire turned simultaneously to face the newcomer.

"Hm? And who are you?" Vergil asked, frowning as he took in the sight of the striking figure before him.

The woman was breathtaking, exuding an aura of charisma and confidence. She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Eh? It's me, Paimon! The Archon!?" she responded, seeming genuinely offended by his lack of recognition.

Vergil blinked slowly, scanning her from head to toe. "Ah, yes… the entertainment woman," he said in a completely neutral tone, as if discussing something utterly trivial.

The silence that followed was palpable. Sapphire opened her mouth but said nothing, while Amon placed a hand over his face, sighing heavily.

"What? Entertainment woman?" Paimon repeated, incredulous, her expression shifting into a mix of shock and outrage. "I am one of the four most important people in the demon world, you do know that, right?"

"Yes, of course," Vergil replied with disdain, making a vague gesture with his hand. "You're responsible for festivals, shows, all that… very important, indeed."

Paimon narrowed her eyes, clearly frustrated, but soon sighed and regained her playful smirk. "You know, no one has ever dared to talk to me like that. You really are… different."

"Or reckless," Sapphire muttered, trying to suppress an amused smile. "So, Paimon, what do you want?" she asked directly, ignoring the growing tension.

"Oh, right! I'm kidnapping your husband for a bit, okay? I'll bring him back soon!!" she said, grabbing Vergil.

'Not again…'