My Wives are Beautiful Demons

You must be wondering... What was happening in the demon world while Vergil was out there, enjoying his time with Katharina? Well, many things. But the topic of the moment in every noble house was just one...

The political power he holds.

You see, if he were an ordinary man, things would be much simpler. All he'd need to do was marry an heir to a powerful demon house, and his influence would be guaranteed. But Vergil is no ordinary man, is he? He got involved with not one, but three direct heirs! Something so rare that, just because of that, he was already the center of attention.

Now, add Sapphire to the equation. Yes, the Sapphire. She's not only the most powerful demoness but also his mentor... and his mother-in-law. This puts Vergil in a position no other demon has ever been in...

He is a man with political power equivalent to three Demon Kings! Or better yet, he's almost an Archon by logic alone. Add to that the fact that he possesses three bloodline powers, and politically, he has surpassed almost everyone.

Vergil's existence was directly affecting the entire hierarchy of the Demon World, which had been carefully structured in a pyramid system, with the most powerful beings at the top and the masses at the bottom.

At the top are the Archons, the oldest and most powerful beings. They survived the legendary Genesis War and shaped the demon world. Thanks to them, there is order.

Below them are the Demon Kings, who govern vast territories and command the masses. They have absolute power over their regions. Even Sapphire, who sometimes disregards formalities, is one of these rulers.

Next comes the Demon Nobility, which consists of three subclasses:

Heirs: These are the children of Archons or Kings. They live to prove they can succeed their parents, but until then, they are under constant surveillance.

Demon Dukes: Demons who have gained land or titles through merit. They are strong, but not strong enough to challenge a King.

Demon Advisors: The strategists and sages who work directly with the leaders.

And lastly, at the base of the pyramid, we have the Lesser Demon Lords, Infernal Knights, and common citizens. These are warriors, merchants, artisans... in short, the ones who make the world go round.

So... where does Vergil fit into all of this? Exactly... He doesn't fit.

He is not an Archon; he is far from it... nor is he a King, but he is above them in influence. He has direct connections with three Demon King houses, is the son-in-law of Sapphire Agares, and, of course, has Raphaeline under his control.

This alone places him in a league of his own. How can someone who doesn't even understand the complexities of the demon world be in a league of his own? That's what has everyone in the underworld on edge... And perhaps that's exactly what makes Vergil so dangerous.

Of course, in a meeting room that no common demon could ever access, the four Demon Kings were directly discussing what to do with Vergil.

"I'm not entirely against it, but I think this is an exaggeration," Paimon said, crossing her legs while trying to analyze the entire situation. As an Archon, she had to think of what was best for her people, even though she preferred to have more fun than be a political woman.

"I'm against it," Astaroth said, continuing to build a magical cube while waiting for everyone to stop with this boring meeting and leave.

"I agree with Astaroth, I'm against it," Phenex said, causing the room to fall silent as all eyes turned to Amon, who was still pondering a solution to this.

"This is complicated... how many years has it been since we had to discuss a person like this?" Amon asked, laughing as he sat calmly.

"Are you kidding, Amon?" Paimon said, raising an eyebrow.

"We're talking about a being who, despite having some interesting connections, is out of control. He probably doesn't even know all of this is happening. He seems kind of foolish."
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"HAHAHA!" Astaroth laughed, but the sound was more of a nervous chuckle than anything else. "He's just a child playing with fire. Doesn't even know what he's doing? Let him rest. Thanks to him, Sapphire is under control! That's something to celebrate, you know? Just months ago, she wiped part of the Vatican out with a fire meteor."

Phenex, who had been silent until now, looked directly at Amon. "I still don't understand how a demon who doesn't follow the rules can become such a huge threat. What makes him so special?"

Amon smiled gently, his expression still calm, as if he were ahead of everyone, as if he knew more than the others. "He has the power... but it's not just that. He has something none of us had the chance to possess… something that goes beyond strength, something we all fear on some level."

"That's nonsense, Amon," Paimon retorted, her voice sharp as a blade. "You're talking like he's a new breed of demon, but he's not. He doesn't have the experience, nor the skill. What we have here, in the end, is just a very strange demon."

But Amon didn't seem willing to be convinced. He continued, his voice low and measured. "Vergil may be unpredictable, especially with that crazy woman by his side... She seems to be preparing something. But as you said, he probably doesn't know any of this, and maybe it's better that way. But we'll need to calm the Nobles."

"So, what do you suggest, Amon?" Phenex asked, leaning forward slightly, curiosity now more evident than any other emotion.

Amon paused, as if weighing his words carefully, before finally speaking, his voice quieter than usual, almost as if he were speaking to himself. "We need to keep him close. I think we can give him a noble title. He can't be underestimated, but we also can't let him stir up trouble among the masses. The balance must be found… And well... How about a high society gathering to introduce him?"

"Give him a noble title?" Paimon repeated, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Amon raised a hand, as if asking for patience, and his eyes gleamed with the focus only Archons possessed. "I'm not saying we should hand him over to the nobles on a silver platter, Paimon. I'm suggesting we make him feel like he's part of the game, without him realizing how much he's being manipulated. A noble title... it's just the beginning."

Phenex, always more calculating, now seemed to understand Amon's reasoning. "He'd feel part of the system, without realizing he's still on the margins of it. Interesting... But who would introduce him to high society? We need someone capable of using him, not just controlling him."

Amon smiled. The kind of smile that carried the lightness of someone who knew they were in control of the situation, even if it didn't seem like it. "It's simple. Sapphire."

The other three Kings exchanged looks, bewildered. "Sapphire?" Paimon repeated, her expression filled with doubt. "Do you really think she, with the way she is, would accept something like this?"

Amon made a dismissive gesture, as if he had already considered all possibilities. "Oh, she will... I'm sure she'll love the idea I have." Amon smiled mischievously...

'Well... I'll manipulate her a bit... of course... Seeing how much she's in love with that boy, it'll be as easy as throwing a steak to a lion...' Amon thought, smiling, without revealing what he truly wanted to do...

"Alright, meeting adjourned," Amon said, standing up.

"Wait!" Paimon shouted, calling him back. "Just like that? What about our opinions?" She asked, nervous.

"Since when do you care? This doesn't change anything."

Meanwhile, of course.

The hotel room was unrecognizable. Chaos reigned where there had once been order. Torn curtains, pieces of furniture scattered on the floor, and the smell of perfume and sweat in the air. The mattress, which had once looked new and spotless, was now crushed, the pillows thrown everywhere, as if they had been the victims of a brutal battle.

The scene was a reflection of the intensity of what had happened there over the last few hours... They had fucked in the most brutal and forceful way possible...

Vergil and Katharina were finally lying down, breathing heavily, their bodies sweaty and tired, but with a gleam in their eyes that had not yet faded.

Katharina, with her hair undone and her eyes wide, seemed lost in thought, while Vergil, with a vacant smile, stared at the ceiling, as if trying to process everything that had happened.

"You know," Katharina said, her voice soft but laced with a provocative tone, "I didn't realize you were so.... Brutish." She turned sideways, staring at Vergil with a look that mixed admiration and something deeper, something bordering on respect.

Vergil, without looking away, just gave a small smile. "You asked for it."

"Yes, that's right," she replied, letting out a sigh, as if trying to put her own thoughts in order. She stood up slowly, walking across the room towards the window, where the moonlight seeped through the shards.

"But what are we going to do now? Don't you think we're playing with fire? I may not care, but you... my mother will kill you, Vergil." She commented with a small laugh.

"Who do you think sent me here with you?" Vergil asked, smiling.