My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil was sitting on the couch, gazing absently out the window, when his eyes fell on Viviane, standing in the living room, lost in her thoughts.

She was immersed in something, perhaps memories from her trip to Romania or something deeper he couldn't quite understand.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

It had been a few days since she returned from her "personal mission," but it seemed like her mind hadn't fully come back yet.

"Viviane," Vergil called, once again trying to pull her into the present moment.

His tone was calm, but there was a hint of frustration beneath it, as though he had tried this before with no success. Nothing. No reaction.

He stood up from the couch and walked over to her, observing her as he moved.

She was distant, her eyes fixed on a point in the emptiness, as though she was in another place, another time.

The soft light of the late afternoon reflected on her face, and Vergil noticed how she seemed… different. He couldn't tell if it was the clothes, her hair, or something more, but Viviane had changed.

Her body, more curvaceous now, seemed more confident. Of course, he had seen that a few days ago when Viviane "returned to her full self," but now... What was once a reserved and almost neutral air was now replaced with something more powerful. A subtle sensuality was visible in her gestures and the way she moved, something that, he had to admit, made him look at her differently.

She had transformed, and in a way that didn't go unnoticed by Vergil. But he wasn't there to think about that. Viviane seemed lost in something deeper, and he wasn't sure exactly what it was.

"Viviane," he called again, placing his hand on his chin as he observed her, a thoughtful expression on his face.

This time, she seemed to notice his presence, a slight movement of her head, as if she were disconnecting from a long daydream. She looked at him, but there was something in the way her eyes locked with his that seemed distant, almost as though she was still out of that space, in another plane of consciousness.

"Are you okay?" Vergil asked, his tone a little softer, yet still carrying that impassive quality that defined his voice.

She took a deep breath, then, with a faint smile, replied, "Yes, I was just thinking about some things."

Vergil furrowed his brow. He knew she wouldn't say more than that, but there was something in her posture that made him want to ask more. Something that unsettled him.

"I don't have anything to do right now, how about you tell me what's going on in your head?"

She let out a small laugh, but her eyes remained serious. "Nothing major, just reflecting on everything that's happened."

Vergil watched her more closely now. Then, he decided to playfully tease her...

"My maid," he called, making Viviane turn to face him.

"Mm..." Vergil placed his hand on his chin as if pondering something, while Viviane's confused eyes stared back at him.

"Viviane, my maid," he called, not in his usual voice, but in the tone of her master, more imposing and firm.

Viviane stared at him, and for a moment, she felt a strange sensation rise within her. "Yes, that's me..." she replied, her voice softer than usual. But before she could finish, something unexpected happened.

She felt Vergil's hand on her head. It was large, firm, and before she could react, he began to gently stroke her blue hair with a softness that completely caught her by surprise. The touch was unexpected and tender, but deep enough to send a shiver through her body.

A shiver ran down her spine like an electric current. She froze, her eyes widening slightly, and the world around her seemed to slow down.

It was as if time had stopped for a brief moment. For a second, Viviane found herself floating, as if she were in the clouds, the sensation of lightness and comfort taking over her mind.

Vergil, seemingly indifferent to her reaction, continued to stroke her hair with an almost unexpected tranquility, the authority in his gesture blending with a hint of gentleness. "You did well," he said in a low voice, but one full of meaning.

Viviane didn't know how to react. She was torn between the surprise of the moment and the recognition of the approval she felt. He had never been so... attentive with her, and the simple gesture left her speechless. Something inside her, something she couldn't fully understand, warmed with that simple action. She, who had always been reserved, felt a strange mix of comfort and vulnerability.

She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come. The tension in the air between them was increasing, and although it wasn't exactly uncomfortable, Viviane couldn't help but feel immersed in a cloud of conflicting emotions.

For a moment, the environment around them seemed to disappear. It was as if all that remained was the exchange of energy between them. The simple touch of Vergil's hand on her hair had created a new dynamic between them, something she couldn't define. She swallowed, feeling her breath falter for an instant, but she remained still.

Finally, Vergil removed his hand from her head, but the impact of that moment lingered with Viviane. She looked at him, now with eyes a little more open, a little more alert. He seemed oblivious to the power of the gesture, but for her, it meant something. Something deeper than she could explain.

"You're not going to tell me anything, apparently, so I guess there's no reason for me to insist, right? When you need my help, I'll be here," Vergil said, returning to his usual posture, as if nothing had happened, as if it was just another casual interaction.

Viviane stood still for a moment, absorbing everything. She felt a little dizzy, her mind confused. He had treated her with an unexpected gentleness, but she didn't know whether she should seek more or just move on, as she always did.

For some reason, she didn't know what to do with what had just happened.

With a silent sigh, Viviane stepped away, trying to maintain her usual composure, but something inside her had shifted. Not exactly in her relationship with Vergil, but in herself. Something that had been out of place had now fallen into place, and she didn't know what that meant.

She turned to leave, but before she could, she looked at him once more, unsure of what she was truly feeling.

Viviane was heading down the hallway when the sound of a knock at the door interrupted her. She paused for a moment, the discomfort still lingering from her recent interaction with Vergil. The knock was quick and firm, an interruption to the silence that had filled the air.

Without hesitation, she made her way to the door, and when she opened it, she found an employee with a neutral expression, as always. She was holding a red envelope, sealed with a golden wax seal that immediately caught Viviane's attention.

The symbol on the seal was unmistakable. A golden rose petal, an emblem recognized in very specific circles—those tied to the ancient powers and mysteries surrounding the noble demonkind.

Well... it was just an invitation from an Archon.

Viviane raised an eyebrow, her instincts already warning her that this was no trivial matter.

"This came for the master, Vergil," the employee said, handing over the letter with a brief gesture.

Viviane took the letter and, with a nod, closed the door behind her. She studied it for a moment, still uncertain about the contents, before tearing off the golden seal and opening the envelope carefully. The paper was fine and silky to the touch, a material she only recognized from certain elevated circles. Something was about to be revealed, and she felt the tension building in her chest.

Inside the letter, there were only a few words, but they were enough for her to know that the matter was not trivial. With attentive eyes, Viviane read the message written in flawless, elegant handwriting, and Vergil turned to listen.

"Vergil,

It is with great honor that we invite you to the annual Demon Nobles' Social. This exclusive event brings together the most influential and powerful entities of our lineage. We look forward to your presence, as your participation in this gathering will be of immense value to all of us.

Sincerely, Amon."

Your next journey awaits at empire

"Amon? Archon Amon?" he questioned, his voice calm, but with a hint of something deeper. "Interesting."

Viviane said nothing, simply observing intently as Vergil grew pensive. He wasn't used to this kind of attention. This invitation... this summons... seemed more significant than any of his other commitments.

"Are you going?" Viviane asked, knowing that his answer could change everything.

Vergil remained silent for a moment, his fingers slowly tracing the golden seal of the letter. His mind was undoubtedly elsewhere, contemplating the consequences of this invitation. He knew that, in the world of noble demons, a misstep could be fatal. But he also knew that refusing the invitation could be even more dangerous.

'How interesting... I had heard about the noble demons, but he wants me—who has caused trouble for the hierarchy—to meet with them? Fufufu... how interesting...' Vergil thought with a mischievous smile on his face.

Then Vergil remembered something... "Who is the strongest demon?" he had asked Sapphire during their training fight... "Amon," she had answered directly, without details.

"Yes," he said finally, his voice now deeper. "How could I pass up an opportunity like this?"