My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The final clash of the spears echoed through the training room like a deep metal bell. Vergil parried Sapphire’s strike with the shaft angled, turned his body, and tried to break her line from the side, but Sapphire retreated half a step, used the weapon’s own reach to lock his advance, and smiled when she realized he was no longer making the initial mistakes. His posture had changed. It was still Vergil, still that cold, dominant precision in every movement, but the spear was beginning to obey its own logic in his hands.

"Better," she said.

"You have said that before."

"And now I am saying it with less irritation."

"Progress."

Sapphire laughed, spinning the spear one last time before resting it against her shoulder. "For you, yes."

Vergil lowered his own weapon and walked to the stand. There was a light sweat on his skin, but nothing that revealed real fatigue. The training had not been meant to exhaust the body. It had been meant to clear his mind, test a forgotten weapon, and, in some inevitable way, turn a discussion about Tartarus into a marital negotiation with spears. He placed the weapon on the stand, but before he could say anything, something distant crossed the room’s barriers.

A tremor.

It was not strong enough to break stone or trigger the protective seals, but it was strange. Deep. Irregular. As if the impact had happened far from the main structure of the palace, in an area where the ground had not yet been fully integrated into Sparda’s defensive layers.

Sapphire turned her face at once.

So did Vergil.

Outside, after the tremor, came the sound of a battle.

Not the controlled noise of ordinary training, nor the rhythmic clash of soldiers in formation. It was something cruder. Dry impacts, snaps of energy, stones being split, air being displaced violently, and the characteristic sound of something heavy being thrown into the ground. Then came another tremor, clearer this time, followed by a tearing noise, like threads stretched to their limit.

Sapphire raised an eyebrow. "That came from the outer area."

"The zone not yet expanded," Vergil said.

She smiled from the corner of her mouth. "Someone is having fun."

Vergil opened a portal with a short movement of his hand. The dimensional fold cut through the training room and opened onto a high wall of Sparda, far from the urban center, in a region where the city had not yet advanced completely. Demonic wind entered through the opening, carrying dust, the smell of broken stone, and combat energy. Vergil crossed first. Sapphire followed right after, holding her own spear as if she had decided it was still too early to end the day.

The two appeared atop a dark wall, facing a vast open area beyond the main buildings. There, Sparda’s expansion had not yet arrived. The terrain was irregular, covered by stones, ancient ruins, half-finished structures, and markings for future foundations. It was the kind of place the engineers probably wanted to preserve until the next construction phase, which meant someone, inevitably, had decided to use it as an improvised arena.

Vanny and Rize were fighting at the center of that space.

And they fought as if trying to decide who had more right to destroy the terrain before the construction began.

Vanny advanced like pure impact force. Her body was powerful, firm, with bovine demonic traits that did nothing to reduce the brutality of her movements. Every strike came loaded with concentrated pressure. When her fists hit the air, shockwaves exploded ahead of her, raising dust and breaking rocks in wide circles. Her legs dug into the ground before every advance, and with each charge the earth gave way beneath her feet as if struck by invisible hammers.

Rize, on the other hand, was movement and control.

The spider demoness did not meet impact with impact. She crossed the field like an agile shadow, throwing shining webs that attached to stones, broken columns, and unfinished structures. The webs were not simple threads. They were blades, restraints, platforms, traps, and whips, changing function as she moved her fingers. Whenever Vanny seemed about to reach her, Rize pulled a thread, changed her own trajectory in the air, and left a trapped net where her body had been an instant before.

Vanny punched the ground.

The impact wave spread in a circle.

Rize jumped before she was hit, attached three threads to the top of a column, and spun around it, launching a rain of compressed webs at Vanny. The threads struck the cow demoness’s arms, shoulders, and waist, trying to pin her in place. For an instant, it worked.

Then Vanny smiled.

"That will not hold me!"

She flexed her arms, and a shockwave left her own body, snapping part of the webs with a crack. The ones that did not break were torn away along with pieces of the stone they were attached to. Rize landed a few meters away, her eyes shining with a very unhealthy intensity.

"If I hold you long enough, Victor will see that I am more useful."

Vanny narrowed her eyes. "Victor prefers strength."

"Victor prefers efficiency."

"Victor prefers someone who can stay near him without being crushed."

"Then he prefers someone who does not destroy the ground with every step."

Vanny advanced again.

Rize smiled and vanished upward, pulled by nearly invisible threads.

Sapphire calmly sat on the edge of the wall, one leg crossed over the other, watching the fight from a broader position. Her expression became interested. There was no concern, despite the tremors. There was evaluation. She followed the distance, response, speed, and habits of both.

"Those two have evolved quite a bit," she commented.

Vergil stood beside her, looking at the field. "They have been training with Gwen and Kaori."

"I can tell." Sapphire rested her elbow on her knee and her chin on her hand. "Vanny is controlling impact better. Before, she would have wasted half her strength in the first advance. Now she concentrates it into short waves and uses her own body as a dispersion point. Still crude, but less stupid."

Vergil looked at her.

Sapphire smiled. "That was praise."

"I am sure she would be moved."

"And Rize is better with range. She is not merely running away. She is creating zones where Vanny has to choose between advancing and paying the price or retreating and losing space." Sapphire watched a sequence in which Rize used three web layers to divert a shockwave to the side. "Good. Still fragile against overly broad attacks, but good."

Vanny jumped, surprisingly fast for her size, and struck a stone structure with her fist. The impact traveled through the base, climbed the column where Rize had attached her threads, and exploded the support point. Rize lost her support for half a second, and Vanny nearly reached her. Nearly. At the last instant, Rize pulled a web attached to the ground behind her, changed the direction of her own body, and passed over Vanny, leaving a tangle of threads around her legs.

The two landed on opposite sides, breathless, but smiling in that obsessive way that rarely ended well.

Sapphire tilted her head. "They need weapons."

Vergil looked at her. "They already have their own styles."

"Styles are not enough." Sapphire pointed at Vanny. "She needs gauntlets or impact hammers capable of channeling force without destroying the terrain every time. Something that concentrates the wave into one point or splits it into layers. If she keeps fighting only with her body, it will work against average enemies, but in a real war someone will exploit the time between impacts."

Then she pointed at Rize. "And she needs weapons that converse with her webs. Light blades, needles, hooks, perhaps rings of enchanted thread. Something that lets her cut, bind, and pierce without depending only on immobilization. Against an enemy that is too resistant, web becomes delay, not finishing blow."

Vergil remained silent for a few seconds. Sapphire was not wrong.

"Fighting like this will not be enough when a war breaks out," she concluded.

"I know."

"Then why are they still unarmed?"

"We still have not found blacksmiths good enough to come to Sparda."

Sapphire slowly turned her face toward him, as if the answer were strangely disappointing. "You only had to ask Freya."

Vergil looked at her.

Sapphire shrugged. "Freya has contacts with incredible blacksmiths. Not merely good craftsmen. Divine smiths, ancient dwarves, masters who work with metal, rune, soul, and intention. Including some connected to the creators of Mjolnir."

Vergil went silent.

Freya’s name remained caught in his mind for an instant. He had transformed Freya into a demon. A Succubus. That had changed her essence, her position before the Norse gods, and the way many would see her. Still, it had been a long time since he had seen her personally. Too long, perhaps. With everything that had been happening, crises piling up upon crises, she had ended up somewhere distant in his life, even though she was not outside his influence.

Vanny and Rize kept fighting below, but Vergil was no longer paying as much attention as before.

"What happened to her?" he asked. "It has been a long time since I saw her."

Sapphire shrugged again, without taking her eyes off the battle. "She wanted to find her twin brother."

Vergil’s face tightened slightly. "Frey?"

"Yes."

"She left alone?"

"Not exactly. Freya is not stupid. She took some contacts, old trails, and probably half the information she managed to rip from the Norse before disappearing from the social field. But that was the objective. To find Frey, or at least discover where he ended up."

Vergil looked toward the horizon for an instant.

The Norse situation was no longer clean. Helheim had been attacked. Valkyries wounded or dead. Hela was probably trying to maintain control while the flow of the dead congested. If Freya was looking for Frey amid that scenario, perhaps it was not only a family matter. Perhaps there was another loose piece where he had not yet looked.

"Did she speak with you before leaving?" he asked.

"A little." Sapphire looked at him from the side. "You know how she gets when the subject is Frey. Less goddess of beauty, more sister pretending not to be desperate."

Vergil understood in silence.

Below, Vanny landed a direct strike on a rock formation and launched huge fragments toward Rize. Rize responded by creating a web between two columns and using the fragments as impulse points, jumping from one to another before throwing threads that bound Vanny’s arm. The cow demoness pulled hard, trying to drag her, but Rize used the pull itself to approach quickly and land a kick to the side of her face.

The impact did not seem to hurt that much.

But it irritated her.

Vanny smiled dangerously. "You touched my face."

Rize smiled back. "Victor will think it made you prettier."

"I am going to bury you."

"You can try."

Vergil looked at Sapphire. "Do they know we are here?"

"Probably."

"Then they are showing off."

"Obviously."

Vanny then struck both fists together, creating a shockwave that pushed dust in every direction. Rize responded by spreading webs over the dust, turning the cloud into a kind of sensitive curtain. For a few seconds, neither of them saw the other, but both felt the presence through their own technique. The next exchange was faster, more aggressive, and more destructive.

Sapphire smiled a little. "Obsessed, unstable, and noisy. But promising."

"Was that praise too?"

"A great compliment."

Vergil released a low sigh. "I will speak with Freya."

"About the blacksmiths?"

"About the blacksmiths. About Frey. And about Helheim."

Sapphire nodded. "Good decision."

He looked at her. "You seem far too satisfied about giving me another concern."

"I did not give you a concern. I gave you a solution route for a problem you already had."

"And two attached problems."

"That is marriage."

Vergil turned his gaze to her.

Sapphire smiled, completely comfortable sitting on the wall like a queen watching two future calamities train below. "You should get used to it. Your wives will always remember problems you forgot."

"I did not forget Freya."

"You simply did not think of her for too long."

"That is different."

"It is a difference only men use to defend themselves."

Vergil did not answer.

Sapphire seemed satisfied with the silence.

Below, the fight finally reached another peak. Vanny managed to catch one of Rize’s threads in her hand and pulled with such force that Rize was torn out of the air. Instead of resisting, the spider demoness used the impulse to spin her body, launched six more threads around Vanny’s waist, and landed behind her, trying to bind her in a complete net. Vanny dug her feet into the ground, flexed her body, and released a vertical shockwave that made the entire area tremble.

The wall vibrated beneath Sapphire.

She did not move.

Only smiled.

"Yes," she said. "Impact gauntlets for Vanny. Thread weapons for Rize. And training with someone who knows how to kill, not merely win a duel."

Vergil looked at her. "Are you offering?"

"Perhaps."

"You just tried to convince me to take you to Tartarus."

"I have many talents."

"And very little sense of limits."

Sapphire gave a slow smile. "You like that."

"I tolerate it."

"Liar."

Vergil turned his gaze back to the fight.

For a few moments, the two only watched. The battle between Vanny and Rize remained intense, but there was growth there. Strength being refined. Obsession being shaped into discipline, even if unstably. Sparda was changing. Not only in walls, palaces, and expanded territory. The people around him were also evolving, growing stronger, finding styles, ambitions, and weapons they did not yet even possess.

And if a war truly was approaching, that was not optional.

It was necessary.

"I will call Freya," Vergil said at last.

Sapphire looked at him. "Now?"

"After stopping those two from destroying the foundation of the expansion."

As if she had heard, Vanny raised both arms and concentrated enough energy to make the entire ground around her crack. Rize, far from retreating, spread her arms and stretched a massive web between several structures, as if preparing a trap capable of binding a house.

Vergil closed his eyes for an instant.

Sapphire laughed.

"Good luck, my husband."

He jumped from the wall.

The impact of his landing on the field was silent, but his presence fell over the improvised arena like a sentence. Vanny and Rize stopped almost at the same time. Both turned their faces toward him, breathless, covered in dust, and with shining eyes.

"Victor!" they said together.

Sapphire, still seated on the wall, rested her chin on her hand and smiled with interest.

Vergil looked at the two, then at the destroyed terrain around them.

"Training is over."

Vanny blinked. "But I was winning."

Rize turned to her immediately. "You were trapped in three layers of web."

"I was going to break out."

"After losing your arms."

"I have strong arms."

Vergil raised a hand.

Both went quiet.

He pointed to the cracked field, the broken columns, and an unfinished structure now leaning at a concerning angle. "This was part of the expansion."

Rize looked around with a slightly guilty expression.

Vanny tried to look innocent.

She failed.

Vergil continued: "You have evolved."

Both immediately straightened their posture.

Sapphire, from the wall, laughed softly.

Vergil went on: "But you need proper weapons. And a training place where you do not destroy future construction."

Vanny opened a huge smile. "You saw my evolution?"

Rize moved half a step closer. "And mine?"

"Yes."

The two seemed to gain their entire day from that single word.

Vergil looked at Sapphire on the wall. She merely raised one hand, as if saying the fault was now his. He released an almost imperceptible sigh and looked back at Vanny and Rize.

"Prepare yourselves. I am going to look for blacksmiths."

Rize tilted her head. "Weapons made for us?"

"Yes."

Vanny clenched her fists, eyes shining. "So I will be able to hit harder?"

"With more control."

She thought for an instant. "Control is hitting harder in the right place?"

"That works."

Rize smiled, her fingers already producing thin strands of web. "And me?"

"Something that complements your webs. Blades, wires, needles, perhaps hooks."

Her smile became slow and dangerous. "That sounds beautiful."

"And dangerous," Vanny said.

"Like me."

"Like both of us."

They stared at each other for half a second.

Vergil realized the rivalry was about to restart and cut it off before the first provocation became another tremor. "Enough."

Both went quiet again.

Sapphire jumped from the wall and landed beside him lightly, the spear still resting on her shoulder. She looked at Vanny and Rize with an evaluating expression that made both of them become a little more rigid. It was not fear. It was instinctive respect before someone who clearly knew how to dismantle warriors with words and strikes.

"You improved," Sapphire said.

Vanny smiled.

So did Rize.

"But you still fight like two obsessed women trying to prove value to a man who is already seeing you."

Both froze.

Vergil looked at Sapphire.

Sapphire continued, calm. "Turn that into discipline. Obsession without form becomes weakness. Obsession shaped becomes a weapon."

Vanny absorbed that as if it were sacred teaching.

Rize did too.

Vergil noticed and murmured, "You just made something worse."

"I just directed it."

"A dangerous difference."

Sapphire smiled. "I know."

Vanny then looked at Vergil with shining eyes. "If I become stronger with a weapon, will you watch my training again?"

Rize immediately turned to him. "And mine?"

Vergil was silent.

Sapphire smiled wider.

"Yes," he finally answered.

The two almost exploded with happiness.

Literally, in Vanny’s case.

A small shockwave left her feet, making stones jump around them. Rize threw webs by instinct to hold them before they hit Vergil. Both realized at the same time that they had almost caused another accident and went still.

Vergil only looked at them.

"Sorry," they said together.

Sapphire laughed without trying to hide it.

Vergil ran a hand over his face. "Go back to the safe area. And do not fight until I authorize it."

Vanny opened her mouth.

Vergil looked at her.

She closed it.

Rize gave a small bow, more elegant, though still clearly excited by the promise of weapons of her own. "Yes, Victor."

The two moved away, quietly arguing about who would receive the most impressive weapon, and every ten steps one provoked the other enough to almost restart the fight. But they did not restart. Which, for them, was already a civilizational victory.

Sapphire remained beside Vergil, watching the two leave.

"You have a strange talent for attracting dangerous women."

Vergil looked at her.

Sapphire raised an eyebrow. "Will you deny it?"

He stayed silent.

She smiled. "That is what I thought."

Vergil looked back toward Sparda’s horizon, where the expansion still waited for walls, forges, workshops, and people capable of turning raw power into weapons worthy of a future war. Freya, Norse blacksmiths, Mjolnir, Helheim, Frey. More names on the list. More pieces moving.

He sighed.

"I will find Freya."

Sapphire rested the spear on her shoulder and walked beside him. "Am I going with you?"

"You just trained, negotiated Tartarus, and evaluated two fighters."

"That did not answer."

"Of course you want to go."

"I am your woman. I have the right to get involved in too many problems."

Vergil looked at her from the side. "That rule does not exist."

Sapphire smiled. "Now it does."

He did not answer.

He only opened a portal before them.

And, judging by Sapphire’s smile, she considered the silence a victory.

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