My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 236: A Hybrid Angel

Vergil landed immediately, his boot crushing the fallen angel's chest with enough force to drive him even deeper into the ruined ground. Fragments of stone and earth scattered around as the Demon King's dark aura engulfed him like an impending storm.

"Now… you're going to tell me who the hell you are." Vergil said, his voice cold, his eyes locked onto the fallen angel's as if he were peering into his very soul.

Despite his injuries and immobilized state, the angel showed no fear. Instead, he smiled—a weak smile, yet filled with something strange, almost defiant.

"Not everyone is obligated to obey your commands."

Vergil frowned, an abrupt unease settling in—a premonition… But before he could react, it all happened in an instant.

A snap in the air.

Time seemed to slow.

Vergil felt a scorching, cutting force tearing through his body before he even realized what it was. His eyes widened slightly as a golden glow filled his peripheral vision.

Shluk! Shluk! Shluk!

Six lances of light pierced his back, stabbing through his flesh, his bones, and bursting out from his chest in a single, brutal coordinated attack.

The initial shock was followed by a searing, corrosive pain spreading inside him. The sacred energy crackled, burning his demonic flesh like embers spreading across dry skin.

"Kh...!" A guttural sound escaped his throat as he staggered a step forward, dark blood spilling from his mouth.

His body, so accustomed to being indestructible, now trembled slightly under the unexpected pain. He looked down, seeing the glowing tips of the lances protruding from his chest, shining like condemning stars.

Vergil gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a wild gleam of irritation.

After all… it had been a long time since anyone had truly hurt him.

Vergil closed his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply. The air around him grew heavy, dense, as if space itself was bending under his presence.

Then, he opened his eyes.

His aura erupted like a black inferno, flames of pure demonic energy roaring toward the sky as the ground beneath him cracked in a chaotic pattern. A low, almost guttural growl echoed from his throat as his muscles tensed.

With sheer brute force, he grabbed the first lance embedded in his chest and ripped it out in one swift motion, his black blood splattering into the air and evaporating amidst the demonic heat.

SHLUK!

The second one followed soon after, the grotesque sound of torn flesh echoing through the dimension.

SHLUK!

Vergil continued, pulling out the lances one by one as if they were nothing more than irritating thorns, his face expressionless except for the wild gleam in his eyes. His body burned, the sacred power corroding his flesh, but none of it mattered.

The moment the last lance was removed, his arms dropped to his sides, his blood slowly dripping before beginning to regenerate. The environment fell into absolute silence, everyone around frozen in terror.

The Fallen Angel seized that fraction of a second.

With a violent flap of his wings, he propelled himself backward, landing gracefully a few meters away. His breathing was heavy, but his eyes remained sharp. He knew Vergil was no ordinary enemy... but watching the most feared demon rip out sacred lances as if they were nothing? That only reinforced the fact that this battle was beyond anything he had ever faced.

Vergil rolled his shoulders, as if testing his movements. Then, he looked at the angel with a sharp grin.

"I was expecting someone interesting to be here," he said, his voice laced with cold enthusiasm. "Now, let's see what you're really capable of."

The war, which had momentarily paused, was about to resume—and this time, there would be no mercy.

Vergil licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling the thrill of battle ignite within him. He wasn't here to play anymore—he was here to kill.

Before he could advance, however, something caught his attention.

The Fallen Angel pulled out a small metallic vial from within his cloak and smashed it against his own neck. The black, gleaming liquid was injected directly into his bloodstream, and almost instantly, his body began to change.

The angel's veins pulsed with sinister energy, coursing through him like black lightning. His muscles expanded slightly, his skin took on a paler, almost spectral hue, and his once-golden eyes now glowed with a deep, piercing red.

Then came the wings.

Two massive bat-like wings tore open from his back, accompanied by four darkened angelic wings—a grotesque and majestic sight all at once. His aura now fluctuated between pure holiness and abyssal darkness, as if he had become the perfect hybrid of light and shadow.

Vergil narrowed his eyes.

"Interesting... So you're involved with those people producing hybrids as well," he muttered, analyzing every detail of the transformation.

The ground beneath them trembled as the Fallen Angel flexed his new limbs, releasing a ferocious roar that echoed across the dimension. His power had increased exponentially, and Vergil could feel it in every fiber of his being.

But that only made him grin even more.

"So, you were still hiding something up your sleeve?" Vergil taunted, twirling his sword in his hand. "Good. I was starting to get bored."

The Fallen Angel raised his hand, conjuring a spear of pure black and golden energy, his eyes blazing with fury.

"No more talking," he growled. "The only thing that matters now... is who survives."

Their clash sent shockwaves through the entire dimension.

Vergil struck first, swinging his blade in a vicious arc. The Fallen Angel reacted with the same speed, crossing his spear against the Demon King's sword, creating an explosion of energy that tore through the air between them.

BOOM!

The shockwave sent both of them flying back, but neither yielded.

Vergil was the first to recover and was already upon his opponent again, his blade descending like an infernal guillotine. The Fallen Angel raised his spear and blocked the strike, but the force of the impact carved a massive crater beneath them, fracturing the dimensional ground.

Without hesitation, the Fallen Angel twisted his spear, deflecting the sword, and in a lightning-fast motion, drove the tip of his weapon straight into Vergil's shoulder.

The spearhead tore through muscle and bone, emerging from his back.

Vergil's eyes widened for a brief moment, but his grin never wavered.

"Well... that was new."

Grabbing the spear still lodged in his shoulder, he yanked the Fallen Angel closer and delivered a devastating hook to his stomach. The impact was so brutal that the angel's body folded in half, sending out a shockwave that blasted dust and debris in all directions.

The Fallen Angel spat blood but instantly recovered, beating his wings backward and driving his knee straight into Vergil's chin. The force was monstrous—strong enough to send Vergil spiraling into the air.

Before he could stabilize himself, the Fallen Angel was already there, appearing above him like a vengeful shadow.

BZZT!

Bolts of sacred electricity surged around the angel's arms as he plunged down with a fist coated in pure destruction.

CRACK!

Vergil took the hit straight to the chest and crashed like a meteor, the impact forming a colossal crater in the ground.

Silence hung in the air for a second.

Then, Vergil stood up.

His eyes burned with sadistic excitement, his chest rising and falling heavily.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and cracked his neck.

"Now this... this is getting fun."

In an instant, he vanished.

The Fallen Angel felt something behind him—but it was already too late.

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BLAAM!

Vergil was there, driving his fist straight into the angel's back, launching him like a projectile toward the ground.

BOOM!

The impact shattered the dimensional space even further, and before the angel could even take a breath, Vergil was already descending upon him like an unstoppable force of nature, sword in hand, ready to sever his head.

But at the last moment—

The Fallen Angel rose, blocking the blow with his spear.

The battle was brutal. Every exchange of strikes shook the dimension, cracking the space around them like glass on the verge of shattering.

Vergil and the Fallen Angel faced off like two calamities, their forces colliding in a spectacle of destruction. The air vibrated with the intensity of the clash, lightning bolts of demonic and sacred energy exploding with every impact.

But then—

A howl sliced through the battle.

Faster than lightning, an orange silhouette crossed Vergil's field of vision.

The Fallen Angel had only a second to react before feeling a searing pain in his back. Continue your journey on novelbuddy

RRRIIIPP!

A roar of pure agony echoed through the dimension as one of his wings was brutally torn off.

Black blood gushed through the air like a macabre fountain.

Alexa, in her wolf form, dug her claws into the Fallen Angel's body, holding the mutilated wing between her sharp fangs. Her golden eyes blazed like incandescent embers, filled with murderous fury.

She leapt back, landing gracefully beside Vergil, spitting the wing onto the ground as if it were a piece of rotten meat.

"HEY!" Vergil shouted, irritated, "He's my toy! Let me have some fun!" He growled, annoyed.

"Stop playing with your prey, forgot what's at stake?" Alexa said with a provocative tone, her voice rough with adrenaline. "They're fighting for the fragment right now!"