My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil was at his house in the human world, the environment silent and dark, as always. Since his mother joined Sapphire's company, she hadn't even returned to their old home.

The soft moonlight reflected through the large glass windows, illuminating the interior with an almost ethereal glow, but for Vergil, it was as though everything around him was an extension of the emptiness he felt inside.

He was there, in his own space, but nothing seemed to really matter.

The words of Samael echoed in his mind like a persistent nightmare. "Well, considering you already have my blood, probably nothing will change. You were part of my lineage anyway."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

That, more than anything else, had changed the course of his thoughts. At first, he had been tempted to embrace the idea of being a direct descendant of Lucifer himself, which could, theoretically, justify his pursuit of power and dominion. A noble lineage, full of arrogance and pride, something worthy of being called "Vergil Lucifer."

But what Samael had said, what Lucifer himself had hinted at, brought a strange, almost uncomfortable feeling. The mere thought of being tied to something so... primal, so absolute and chaotic, made him feel an increasing unease.

He didn't know exactly what bothered him – if it was the fact that his lineage could be a curse or if it was simply that none of this made sense... Especially considering his father clearly wasn't the source of it. He was weak and sickly, unlike his mother... his mother, yes... She was the source of this, there was no other explanation... A strong, arrogant, and explosive woman, that fit better with the lineage of a man who caused so much Chaos.

Vergil paced back and forth, his gaze fixed on his mother's large bookshelf, filled with useless things like "How to Raise a Child" or "Children's Horror Stories," common books a mother would have.

But what exactly was he looking for? The truth? Some way to understand who he truly was? What his lineage meant? He already knew that his mother wasn't an ordinary person by this point, but why the hell... was she so ordinary?

Vergil extended his hand to the book on the shelf, his eyes fixed on the black cover adorned with arcane and esoteric symbols, ready to uncover more mysteries about his lineage. But before he could pull it out, something caught his attention. In the corner of the room, a small box, half-forgotten, was partially covered by stacks of papers and old letters.

The box was simple, made of dark wood, with golden details that faintly glowed under the soft light of the room. It seemed like an old, unassuming artifact, but somehow it caught his attention almost irresistibly. Curiously, Vergil picked up the box with his hands, a little cautious.

When he opened it, he expected to find documents, some lost books, or maybe even an artifact or something like that, but what he found was... different.

Inside the box, carefully folded, were pieces of lingerie.

Vergil stood still for a moment, his eyes fixed on it, not sure how to react. He picked up a piece, admiring the delicate lace details, the soft silk to the touch. "Seriously?" he murmured, almost not believing what he was seeing.

"I... I can't believe I'm doing this," he said again, but this time with a half-nervous smile, as if he were in some sort of nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

He looked around the room, as if expecting someone to have broken into his house and caught him at that moment. But he was alone. Alone, with a box full of women's underwear in his hands.

"Am I... really looking at this now?" he grumbled, turning the piece between his fingers, the expression of discomfort clearly visible on his face.

And then, his thoughts started to mix. He shook his head, trying to stay focused, but something about what he was holding made him feel a bit more... unfocused.

"Is... is this my mother's?" He frowned, trying to organize his thoughts. "I... I've never seen her wearing something like this. Well, it kind of makes sense. She always had that type of body..."

He looked at the lingerie again, as if expecting it to reveal some deep secret. "Well... considering the body she has..." He couldn't help but think that if his mother wore this, "she'd probably look extremely sexy."

Vergil quickly made a face, as if trying to get rid of the thought he had just formed. "I'm not thinking about this. I'm not. This is just... embarrassing. I'm Vergil, not a curious teenager!" But the damn thought kept insisting, messing with him in an uncomfortable way.

With a frustrated sigh, he threw the piece aside, as if trying to shake the idea off. But, of course, when doing so, another piece of lingerie fell onto the table, almost as if it were made to test him. He picked up the new piece, which seemed to be an even more delicate set. "Jesus, this is ridiculous..." he mumbled, growing increasingly uncomfortable. "She really wore this?"

The thought that his mother, Felícia, had this sensual side left him perplexed. How had he never noticed this before? He always remembered her as an imposing, powerful figure, a woman who had no time for such insignificant details.

But as his eyes passed over more carefully folded pieces of lingerie—each with more lace, frills, and ribbons than the last—he found himself being overwhelmed by a new kind of bewilderment. "I never thought I'd be doing this..." He shook his head, but now, something else was taking hold of him.

He picked up another piece, a more daring one, with dark red and black details and a small bow in the front. "This looks like something I'd see in a movie... maybe in a really bad action movie scene, where the hero stumbles into the villain's house and finds... this." He chuckled, but the idea was a little too absurd for him.

And then, almost unwillingly, he had to admit: "She... knew how to dress, at least." He looked at the piece, a wry smile forming on his face. "I don't want to think about this anymore."

Vergil, still not sure how to react, glanced back at the box with the pieces scattered across the table. He took a deep breath, trying to refocus on his initial goal. "Okay. Let's try to be serious. I just want to find something that helps me with Lucifer's lineage." He looked at the box with a light sigh. "And of course, this... this shows up."

He threw the last piece aside, trying to regain his composure. However, something inside him couldn't shake the thought of his mother and the image he had of her... the imposing, powerful woman, now wrapped in mystery and sensuality. He had never thought of her this way.

As if the universe couldn't stop messing with him, at that moment, Ada appeared in the doorway.

"Darling?"

Vergil, still holding the box, began to put the pieces away, but wasn't fast enough. Ada stepped into the room, a mischievous smile beginning to form.

"Oh, is this it? Lingerie? Are you doing some... deep study on your mother now?" Ada laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Vergil grimaced, completely speechless. "I... I'm not doing this. This is... just... this showed up." He looked at Ada, trying to maintain his composure, but it was clear he was completely uncomfortable.

Morgana approached, picking up one of the lace pieces between her fingers and raising an eyebrow. "Interesting... looks like your mother knew how to impress. I bet you never imagined her wearing something like this."

Vergil rolled his eyes, starting to move away from the table. "Ada, why are you here?"

"Oh, we found something you should see." Ada smiled mischievously, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Seems like your mommy isn't as saintly as you thought." She revealed, and Vergil raised an eyebrow.