My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Beside her, Morgana was kneeling, pressing a blood-soaked cloth against the wound in Viviane's side. Her eyes were filled with tears, but her determination remained firm. She murmured healing spells, yet even the most powerful seemed insufficient to contain the gravity of the damage.

Vergil stood still for a moment, his wide eyes taking in the shock of the scene. "Viviane..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Vergil!" Morgana lifted her gaze to him, the urgency in her voice slicing through the silence. "She's... she's on the brink of death! I've done everything I can, but I can't heal these wounds! They're... cursed."

Felicia entered the room right behind Vergil, halting abruptly upon seeing Viviane's condition. She gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous gleam. "This was the work of something very powerful... and very cruel."

Vergil finally moved, approaching the table slowly. He extended a trembling hand, hesitating before touching Viviane's forehead. Her skin was cold as ice.
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"Who... did this to you?" he asked in a low tone, but the contained fury in his words was palpable, like a storm about to erupt.

Viviane opened the one eye she had left, her breathing shallow. "I... followed the trail of the fragment... it was a trap..."

Morgana pressed her lips tightly together, her expression hardening with frustration and fear. "Vergil, this isn't something I can solve alone. We need something more... something beyond what I can access right now. If we don't act immediately, Viviane..." Her voice faltered, and she turned her gaze toward the fragile form of the woman on the table. "This curse is draining her life every second."

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. An overwhelming pressure filled the room, a suffocating black aura that made the air feel dense, almost impossible to breathe. Every strong being in the house felt the crushing weight of this energy, and it didn't take long before everyone gathered.

Roxanne, Katharina, and Ada rushed in but halted abruptly at the door, their bodies immobilized by the intensity of the aura. Their gazes were filled with shock, and for the first time, perhaps even fear.

Then, Sapphire appeared, moving cautiously, sensing the imbalance in Vergil's energy. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Vergi—"

"Shut up," Vergil interrupted, his voice deep and cold, filled with unquestionable authority.

Everyone fell into absolute silence, the air in the room pulsing with Vergil's contained fury. His eyes gleamed with a dark intensity, and the black aura surrounding him seemed almost alive, writhing and pulsing as though responding directly to his emotional state.

He took a step forward, his gaze fixed on Viviane. Every word he spoke seemed to resonate like a divine decree, unavoidable and absolute. "Heal her."

His command wasn't directed at anyone present in the room but at the very demonic energy surrounding him. It was as if he was speaking to an invisible force, commanding it as a king commands his subjects.

The black aura responded immediately. The room trembled slightly, and the sound of something whispering echoed through the walls, like thousands of voices blending in an indecipherable chant. The energy began to move, flowing toward Viviane like a river obeying its ruler's command.

The energy enveloped Viviane's mutilated body, penetrating her wounds. Where there had once been shattered flesh and exposed bones, a sinister glow of healing began to take shape. The wounds slowly began to close, bones realigning, lacerations being restored. Even so, the room remained in absolute silence, broken only by Viviane's low moans as her body struggled to absorb the overwhelming energy.

Morgana watched closely, her eyes wide. "This... This is a level of magic... or energy... I've never seen before."

Sapphire crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on Vergil. "He's channeling energy directly from his demonic essence. This isn't just power. It's his will in action. This... is dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Roxanne murmured, barely able to speak through the lump in her throat. "This feels... monstrous."

Katharina tightened her grip on Roxanne's arm, trying to remain calm, but her eyes never left Vergil. "He's pushing limits none of us ever considered crossing."

Meanwhile, the energy continued its work. The hole in Viviane's side began to close, muscle tissue rebuilding at an almost miraculous pace. Her amputated arm started regenerating, flesh and bone slowly forming from the black energy that enveloped her. Her obliterated eye began to glow crimson before being restored.

Vergil never took his eyes off Viviane, his expression unwavering, but inside, the anger and determination burned like an infernal storm. "You won't die, Viviane," he whispered softly, but his voice carried a promise that everyone in the room could feel.

Finally, the energy began to dissipate, like a wave retreating after crashing on the shore. Viviane was now nearly fully restored, though her breathing was still weak, and her body trembled slightly.

Vergil approached her, leaning in until his face was only inches from hers. "You're safe now," he said softly, though his voice still carried the weight of that dark authority.

Viviane opened her eye, now fully healed, and looked at him. "Vergil... you..." Her voice was weak but filled with emotion.

"Don't speak," he ordered, placing a firm hand on her forehead. "Rest. We still have work to do."

Felicia finally broke the silence, crossing her arms and letting out a heavy sigh. "Well, it seems my son has finally decided to act like a true demon. Should I be proud or worried?"

Sapphire narrowed her eyes at Vergil, but a small smile curled her lips. "This might be a threat... but for now, it seems he's in control. Let's hope it stays that way."

Vergil slowly turned to face her, his expression cold and dark. "Stop speculating," he said in a firm tone. "You yourself said I control demonic energy absolutely. I'm not losing control."

Without waiting for a response, he shifted his attention to Morgana, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "Now, you're going to explain to me, in full detail, what happened to MY servant to end up like this."

His voice was calm, but it carried a threatening undertone that made Morgana involuntarily tremble. Even though she knew she wasn't directly at fault, the intensity of Vergil's anger was overwhelming, almost tangible, as if the very air around him had grown heavier.

Morgana lowered her gaze for a moment, trying to find the right words. But the pressure was so great that an unwanted thought crossed her mind.

'Is she really that precious to him?'