My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil remained looking at Niddrog for a few seconds after Yggdrasil’s last remark.

The teenage dragon was still standing far too close to one of the golden leaves, staring at it with suspicious intensity as if calculating whether she could take a bite before the owner of the tree noticed.

Yggdrasil did not even turn her head. She merely moved two fingers, making the leaf drift away on its own.

Niddrog followed it with her eyes, clearly disappointed, and Vergil finally concluded that there were worse things than accepting the creature’s temporary company.

At least she could take him directly to the Inverted World of Exile, understood interdimensional structures better than any ordinary guide, and despite everything the legends said, she had protected his Valkyries when she had no obligation to do so.

"Fine," Vergil said. "I’ll take her."

Niddrog immediately raised her head.

Yggdrasil looked almost relieved.

"Good."

"But you’re sending us to Frey."

"That too."

Vergil briefly looked over the colossal landscape of golden leaves surrounding them.

"Directly?"

"To the closest region I can determine safely. The Inverted World of Exile does not fully respond to my routes. I can place you inside, but I won’t guarantee that you appear right beside him."

"That works."

Yggdrasil nodded, then looked at Niddrog.

Her expression shifted subtly, becoming more technical.

"Before that, there is a problem. She cannot simply accompany you the same way the others do."

Vergil frowned.

"Why?"

"Nivara, Crymsaria, Itharine, and Qliphoth already possess stabilized positions within your spiritual structure. Niddrog does not. If I simply open a passage and send both of you through, she will continue to exist externally. That would make the crossing unnecessarily complicated, especially because the Inverted World reacts to signatures that are both very ancient and very large."

Niddrog crossed her arms.

"I can enter by myself."

"You can eat through the wall until you get inside."

"It works."

"It is not the same thing."

Vergil almost agreed with Niddrog on principle, but decided to remain silent.

Yggdrasil continued.

"I’m going to temporarily connect her soul to yours. Just enough for your inner world to recognize Niddrog as an authorized existence. After that, she’ll be able to enter and leave in the same way as the others."

Vergil looked at Niddrog.

The dragon stared back.

"Any problem?" he asked.

"No."

The answer came too quickly.

Vergil narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not press.

"Do it."

Yggdrasil raised both hands.

This time there were no holograms, complex lines, or magic circles.

Only two threads appeared in the air.

One emerged from Vergil’s chest, dark around the edges but crossed by golden, violet, and countless other colors representing the many authorities and energies accumulated within his soul.

The other came from Niddrog.

It was much rougher, black and blue, with tiny distortions around it as though even in human form her essence continued chewing at the stability of space.

Yggdrasil brought her fingers closer together.

The two lines touched.

Vergil felt it immediately.

It did not hurt.

After nearly having his consciousness destroyed only minutes earlier, the connection was almost gentle.

Pressure appeared in his chest and passed through his soul until it reached his inner world, followed by a new presence—heavy and incredibly ancient.

Curiously, he did not feel Niddrog as an intruder.

His internal structure simply made room for her, as if Yggdrasil’s authorization had convinced his soul that the dragon was allowed to remain there without being attacked by the other entities.

Niddrog felt it too.

Her eyes widened slightly and she brought one hand to her chest.

"This feels strange."

Vergil looked at her.

"Bad?"

"No."

Niddrog tilted her head, trying to understand the sensation.

"I can feel you."

"Unfortunately, it’s mutual."

She made a face.

Yggdrasil released the threads.

"Done. It’s temporary. The connection can be removed after you return."

Vergil nodded and discreetly pointed at himself.

"Go inside."

Niddrog looked at him.

"How?"

"Think about going inside."

"That is a stupid instruction."

"It worked with everyone."

Yggdrasil commented without any emotion:

"He’s right."

Niddrog closed her eyes.

For several seconds, nothing happened.

Then her body was surrounded by dark-blue energy and began turning into particles that passed directly through Vergil’s chest.

He felt her presence enter his inner world and immediately heard a distant reaction from Crymsaria through the connection.

"WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!"

Nivara answered something Vergil decided to ignore.

Niddrog started shouting back.

Vergil closed his eyes for a second.

"This is going to be great."

Yggdrasil smiled faintly.

Vergil then looked at the other three.

Qliphoth was still small, wearing her **I Am an Idiot** cone, while Crymsaria and Nivara remained in the same humiliating condition with their respective **Idiot** hats.

Qliphoth looked existentially miserable.

Crymsaria was sulking, sitting on her own legs.

Nivara remained standing in silence, trying to project enough dignity to compensate for the fact that she was approximately one meter and twenty centimeters tall.

Vergil pointed at them.

"Turn them back to normal, please."

Qliphoth immediately raised both hands.

"YES!"

Yggdrasil let out another sigh.

"You’re going to regret this."

"Probably," Vergil admitted.

She snapped her fingers.

The three were enveloped in light.

Qliphoth grew first.

Her childlike silhouette rapidly lengthened, her red hair once again cascaded down her back, the childish dress disappeared, and her adult figure returned completely, restoring the exaggerated curves she had apparently missed even more than her dignity.

Crymsaria returned next, her body maturing until she regained her voluptuous, hot, aggressively feminine form.

Nivara was last, reclaiming her glacial elegance, mature curves, and refined posture that suited her personality far better.

The cones vanished.

Qliphoth went still.

She looked down.

Then grabbed her own breasts with both hands.

Her eyes became watery.

"My babies..."

Vergil went silent.

Crymsaria looked at her with genuine disgust.

Nivara did too.

Yggdrasil shared exactly the same expression.

Qliphoth pressed her own chest against herself, emotional.

"You came back to me..."

"I withdraw my request," Vergil said. "Turn her back."

"No!"

Qliphoth immediately disappeared inside him.

Crymsaria laughed and did the same, dissolving into red energy.

Nivara looked at Yggdrasil one last time, gave a small respectful bow of her head, and disappeared next.

For a brief moment, only Vergil and Yggdrasil remained atop the gigantic golden canopy.

The dryad watched the point where Nivara and Crymsaria had disappeared.

Then she looked directly at Vergil.

"One question."

"Hm?"

"How did two Celestial Dragons end up sealed inside you like that?"

Vergil thought for a few seconds.

"Someone named Ophis."

Yggdrasil stopped.

The serenity on her face did not disappear, but recognition was immediate.

"The Dragon of Infinity."

"You know her?"

"Know is a strong word."

Yggdrasil sighed.

"I know who she is."

Vergil noticed something in her tone.

"Is that bad?"

Yggdrasil studied him as though evaluating how much he understood about his own situation.

"That girl really caused a huge problem for you."

Vergil frowned.

"I wouldn’t call it that."

"No?"

"Nivara and Crymsaria get along well with me."

Something exploded inside him.

Probably one of them had hit the other.

Vergil ignored it.

"Most of the time."

Yggdrasil slowly shook her head.

"You still don’t understand."

Vergil crossed his arms.

"Then explain."

The dryad remained silent for a few seconds, apparently choosing words simple enough for someone who had clearly never stopped to analyze his own spiritual bond.

Finally, she approached him and lightly touched the center of his chest.

"Nivara and Crymsaria aren’t merely sealed inside you."

Vergil looked at her finger.

"I know. There’s a soul connection."

"No."

Yggdrasil raised her eyes.

"You know that some kind of connection exists. You don’t know what Ophis did."

Vergil became more attentive.

Yggdrasil removed her hand.

"She did not create a prison."

The golden leaves around them began to float.

Some organized themselves in the air, forming three small luminous representations: one for Vergil, one for Nivara, and a third for Crymsaria.

Lines appeared between all three figures.

"She tethered your souls together."

Vergil watched.

"I already noticed that."

"Forever."

He turned toward Yggdrasil.

She continued before he could interrupt.

"I am not using ’forever’ as a dramatic way of saying the connection is very strong. I mean literally. Ophis connected the spiritual destinies of both of them to yours. The original seal could be broken. The prison could disappear. Their bodies could be destroyed. None of that would alter the primary bond."

The three luminous figures vanished.

The lines remained.

Vergil narrowed his eyes.

"And if they die?"

"They come back."

"How?"

"Depends on what is available."

Yggdrasil raised one finger.

"Reincarnation."

Another.

"Spiritual reconstruction."

Another.

"Rebirth through your soul."

Another.

"Manifestation through some descendant or compatible structure."

Vergil kept staring at her.

"Even if I do nothing?"

"Even then."

"Why?"

"Because Ophis placed all of you inside the same circuit of fate."

Vergil took several seconds to truly process that.

Yggdrasil continued, now in an almost instructional tone.

"Imagine three lines that should have continued separately. Ophis tied all three into a knot, then removed the possibility of the knot simply coming undone. If one line breaks, fate tries to reconstruct it around the other two. If you disappear, they will be pulled toward wherever your existence reappears. If one of them disappears, you become a reference for her return."

Vergil remained silent.

"That sounds a lot more serious than a seal."

"It is."

"She told me she was sealing them."

"Dragons at Ophis’s level have interesting ideas about terminological precision."

Vergil ran a hand through his hair.

"And what is this called?"

Yggdrasil stared at him.

"Marriage."

Vergil froze.

"What?"

"A soul marriage."

He kept staring at her.

Yggdrasil repeated with the same calmness:

"You, Nivara, and Crymsaria are spiritually married."

Vergil opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

Inside him, Nivara and Crymsaria had become strangely silent.

That meant they were listening.

Yggdrasil crossed her arms.

"It is a bond deeper than most religious, divine, or contractual marriages that exist in your sector. It does not depend on paperwork, ritual, witnesses, or social recognition. Your souls were tied in such a way that fate itself will continue bringing you together regardless of death, rebirth, or dimensional separation."

Vergil finally managed to speak.

"Did Ophis do that on purpose?"

Yggdrasil tilted her head.

"Probably."

"Why?"

"Ask her."

Vergil thought about Ophis.

Then thought for a few more seconds.

Finally, he sighed.

"She isn’t going to explain."

"Probably not."

Inside his soul, Crymsaria finally spoke up.

"So technically I was your wife first? As far as I remember, you don’t have any actual marriages with ceremonies and all that."

Nivara answered immediately:

"Don’t start."

"I’m merely establishing facts."

"You don’t know which bond was created first."

"I can ask Ophis."

"No."

Vergil closed his eyes.

Yggdrasil immediately realized what was happening.

"They’re arguing?"

"Yes."

"About which one is your first wife?"

"Yes."

Yggdrasil smiled.

Vergil opened his eyes and looked at her.

"You’re enjoying this."

"A little."

He looked back toward Yggdrasil’s golden horizon and let out a long sigh, processing yet another absurd piece of information added to an already ridiculous sequence of revelations.

Nivara.

Crymsaria.

Two Celestial Dragons.

Spiritually married to him because of a decision Ophis had made who knew how long ago.

And eternally tied to his fate.

Vergil brought one hand to his face.

"I’m going to have a conversation with Ophis."

Yggdrasil smiled even more.

"Good luck."

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