My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil remained in front of Yggdrasil for a few more seconds, trying to organize everything he had discovered in such a short time.

Frey was alive, although trapped in a place created by the Primordials for existences that were supposed to disappear permanently; Niddrog was now temporarily connected to his soul and resting inside his inner world alongside two other Celestial Dragons; Qliphoth had stolen energy from one of Sector 616’s fundamental structures; and, as if all of that were not enough, he had just discovered that Ophis had turned the seal on Nivara and Crymsaria into something Yggdrasil considered an eternal spiritual marriage.

He decided there were too many questions, and none of them brought him any closer to Frey while he remained standing on that canopy.

"I’m leaving now."

Yggdrasil nodded without trying to stop him.

She raised one hand and touched the air with her index finger.

Golden lines appeared in front of her, first forming a small circle, then expanding into concentric rings that rotated in opposite directions.

Space at the center folded and opened a passage tall enough for Vergil to walk through comfortably.

On the other side, there was none of the beauty comparable to Yggdrasil’s canopy.

The landscape was gray, ruined, and completely sterile.

A black plain stretched beneath a depthless sky, while distant structures looked like the ruins of something that should never have existed in the first place.

The Inverted World of Exile.

Yggdrasil pointed at the passage.

"Walk in a straight line. Frey is moving, so it shouldn’t be difficult to find his tracks. That place interferes with perception and distance, but he left enough physical traces for you to follow without relying on magic."

Vergil studied the other side for a few seconds.

"How long until you come get Niddrog?"

"A few months."

Yggdrasil looked toward one of her own ley lines, and her expression lost some of its calm when she once again noticed how many regions had been damaged.

"When the roots recover, I’ll take Niddrog back. Until then, I’d rather keep that pest away from here."

A muffled complaint came from inside Vergil’s soul.

"I HEARD THAT!"

Yggdrasil ignored it.

Vergil almost smiled.

"Take as long as you need."

He took a step toward the portal, but stopped before crossing.

After everything that had happened, simply leaving without acknowledging his own responsibility felt wrong.

He turned toward Yggdrasil and slightly lowered his head.

"And sorry again."

She raised an eyebrow.

Vergil briefly looked toward some of the burned golden leaves farther below, then toward regions covered in ice that were still thawing.

"I caused an enormous amount of chaos for practically no reason. I thought my subordinates were in danger and acted before understanding the situation. That doesn’t change the damage I caused."

Yggdrasil remained silent for a moment.

Maybe she had expected arrogance, an excuse, or simply for him to walk through without looking back.

Instead, she let out a small sigh and made a dismissive gesture.

"You already apologized. Go find your lost god before he finds another primordial prison to walk into."

Vergil turned toward the portal.

"He isn’t my god."

"You understood what I meant."

"Unfortunately."

He crossed through.

The portal closed almost immediately behind him, compressing into a golden streak that vanished before touching the ground.

Yggdrasil was left alone.

For three seconds, she remained exactly where she was.

On the fourth, her shoulders dropped.

"Finally..."

She waved one hand, and thousands of golden leaves rose behind her.

The leaves intertwined, compressed, and formed an enormous soft couch, wide enough for several people.

Yggdrasil simply let herself fall onto it, sinking into the leaves as her long white hair spread across the backrest.

"God... I’m tired."

She closed her eyes.

Silence returned to the canopy.

No dragons screaming.

No demon absorbing her roots.

No demonic tree trying to establish a clandestine connection.

No heavenly sun burning her body while an Ice Age simultaneously froze the lower regions.

Peace.

Yggdrasil took a deep breath and managed to enjoy that wonderful feeling for approximately ten seconds.

Then she opened her eyes.

"Oh, no."

She had a report to send.

Yggdrasil let out a low groan of irritation, raised one hand without even leaving the couch, and opened the same techno-magical interface she had shown Vergil.

Transparent panels appeared in the air, automatically organizing thousands of pieces of information.

The record of the missing Valkyries appeared first, followed by the incomplete signature of the entity that had cut through Helheim’s dimension, the damage to Yggdrasil’s routes, Vergil’s presence, Qliphoth’s interference, and finally the detection of activity originating from another sector.

She added a few notes, deleted others, and stopped at the field labeled "extraordinary damages."

She thought about it.

Then wrote:

Three dragons. One demon. Long story.

"Good enough."

Yggdrasil sent it.

The message left her domain through a golden line that crossed regions far beyond Sector 616.

For a few seconds, nothing happened.

She had already started closing the interface when a soft sound appeared.

A call.

Yggdrasil raised an eyebrow.

"Fast."

She accepted.

The interface changed completely.

The data disappeared, replaced by an image that did not exactly show a place, but an impossible perception of something far greater.

Countless roots crossed an endless space, connected to entire sectors.

Some supported structures containing billions of galaxies.

Others vanished into regions where even physical laws changed.

At the center of that vastness stood a female figure, small only because she had chosen to be seen that way.

The World Tree.

Her voice came calm and gentle.

"Good work."

Yggdrasil adjusted herself on the couch.

"You already read it?"

"Yes. Thank you for the report. I have already begun a multiversal search for the entity that drew Vergil into this sequence of events."

Yggdrasil frowned.

"Drew him?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure he was drawn into it? The Valkyries were thrown into my roots, but Frey entered the Inverted World independently. It looks more like a chaotic chain of events than a trap."

The World Tree remained serene.

"Events do not need to share a single origin to produce the desired result. Someone interfered with his life deliberately. I still have not determined whether the intention was to lead him to the Inverted World, to you, to Niddrog, or simply to make him cross a particular boundary."

Yggdrasil became more serious.

"That sounds problematic."

"It is."

"Then why do you look so calm?"

The entity on the other side of the connection smiled faintly.

"Because it is not the first time."

Yggdrasil blinked.

"No?"

"This is the second significant external interference in his path to occur without immediate consequences for the responsible party."

"Who was the first?"

The answer came without hesitation.

"The Lord of Space-Time. Yog-Sothoth."

Yggdrasil remained completely still for several seconds.

Even she knew that name.

"Isn’t that... extremely bad?"

"Under normal circumstances, yes."

Yggdrasil sat upright.

"You’re talking about a cosmic entity that should not even look directly at individuals of his level. If something similar is interfering again, shouldn’t we do something?"

The World Tree slowly shook her head.

"We cannot."

"You can’t?"

"I must not."

The distinction immediately caught Yggdrasil’s attention.

The higher entity moved one hand, and a structure began to appear between them.

It was not a ley line, mana, or any form of energy Yggdrasil controlled.

It was something more abstract.

An impossible sequence of probabilities, events, decisions, and consequences intertwined around a single existence.

Vergil.

"At the moment, Fate denies direct interference from all supreme existences."

Yggdrasil studied it carefully.

"All of them?"

"All."

"Even you?"

"Yes."

"Them?"

The World Tree knew exactly who she meant.

"Them as well."

Yggdrasil hesitated before asking:

"Infinity?"

"No authority."

"Death?"

"Neither."

That made her genuinely worried.

"Not even Death can touch him?"

"Not at this moment. She can interact with what naturally belongs to her domain, of course. But she cannot impose a direct alteration on Vergil’s line. None of us can."

Yggdrasil looked at the representation in front of her.

"Why?"

"We still don’t know."

"That’s reassuring."

"It should not be."

Yggdrasil let out a small sigh and sank back into the couch.

Her attention eventually fell on another piece of information from the report.

Niddrog.

She remained silent for several seconds before deciding to ask.

"So... was it right to leave Niddrog with him?"

The World Tree smiled.

"Yes."

"Now he has three Celestial Dragons."

"I know."

"Two of them already have a soul marriage with him, the third was just temporarily connected to him, and he clearly has some inexplicable talent for turning temporary situations into permanent bonds."

"I know that too."

Yggdrasil narrowed her eyes.

"You’re far too calm."

The World Tree did not answer immediately.

That was enough.

Yggdrasil sat up slightly.

"Wait."

She knew that expression.

"You wanted me to offer Niddrog."

"I did not."

Yggdrasil almost relaxed.

Then came the rest.

"It was a request."

"...From who?"

The image on the other side seemed to shift subtly.

Far beyond the World Tree’s countless roots, a draconic presence appeared only as a memory.

Something red.

Gigantic.

Far too large to fit properly inside any projection that respected scale.

Yggdrasil understood before the answer came.

"Dragon Lord."

The World Tree nodded.

"Great Red requested that, if an appropriate opportunity arose, Niddrog be temporarily placed beside Vergil."

Yggdrasil fell completely silent.

That explained a lot.

And at the same time, made everything far worse.

"Did he give a reason?"

"Not one I can share right now."

Yggdrasil looked toward the point where Vergil’s portal had disappeared.

She thought of Nivara.

Crymsaria.

Niddrog.

Ophis.

Vergil.

Fate.

Yog-Sothoth.

An entity from another sector.

And now Great Red quietly moving another piece closer to him.

She opened her mouth.

Thought better of it.

Closed it.

Some questions were better left for someone above her station to answer.

Yggdrasil simply nodded.

"Understood."

The World Tree smiled softly from the other side of the connection.

"Rest. You have done your part."

Yggdrasil looked at the burned, frozen, and partially broken roots she still needed to restore.

"...After I fix everything they destroyed."

The World Tree let out a small laugh.

Yggdrasil did not find it funny.

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