My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 529

Chapter 529: You never change.

The silence that followed the explosion still reverberated. The trees still trembled, the forest seemed to breathe heavily, as if it had witnessed an encounter that should never have happened. Sepphirothy’s colossal aura still pressed upon the air, but now there was something different about it: the weight of worry.

His eyes scanned the clearing carefully, assessing each person present.

Roxanne was on her knees, supporting herself with one hand, still stunned, but unharmed. Katharina was panting, her body drenched in sweat, but she was in one piece. Vanny and Rize had been thrown a few feet, but were already getting to their feet, still trembling. Titania seemed the most shaken, her wings fluttering nervously, as if trying to hide within her own body.

And then there was Vergil.

The young demon remained standing, his katana stuck in the ground, using it for support. His face wore the same mocking smile as always, even though blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He looked exhausted, but almost unnervingly, he was in one piece. The fire of his determination burned brighter than any wound.

Sepphirothy sighed, allowing some of the tension in her shoulders to melt away. Her wings slowly retracted, and she finally landed on the ground. The previously stormy look she had been carrying softened for a moment.

“You’re fine…” she murmured, unaware she was speaking aloud.

Vergil arched his eyebrow and laughed, spitting out a bit of blood before wiping it away with the back of his hand.

“Of course I am.” He stepped forward, lifting his chin. “It takes more than that to bring me down.”

She looked away, hiding her relief behind a cold mask. Her eyes then fixed on the true reason for her arrival: Naberius.

The woman stood there, serene, with the flaming sword in her hands, her aura still vibrating in waves, as if the world itself recognized her.

Sepphirothy took a deep breath.

“So… you’ve been sealed here this whole time?” Her voice was firm, but there was a trace of disbelief.

Naberius tilted his head slightly, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

“A long time.” His fingers slid gently over the blade, as if he were still savoring his freedom. “So long that I even lost my beauty… or at least the beauty you remembered.”

Sepphirothy arched an eyebrow, and a small smile escaped his lips. It was ironic, almost nostalgic.

“You were always dramatic, Naberius.”

What happened next took everyone by surprise.

With a sudden gesture, Naberius dropped the sword to the ground. The sound of flaming metal resounded like muffled thunder, cracking the earth beneath its weight. Before anyone could react, her body dissolved into flaming shadows and, in an instant, disappeared before everyone’s eyes.

“What—?!” Vergil raised his katana, ready to react.

But there was no enemy. There was no attack.

There was only a soft impact.

Naberius reappeared before Sepphirothy, pressing herself against her in a sudden, desperate, intense embrace. Like a child reunited with a lost sister.

Her long claws didn’t dig into flesh, but closed around the woman’s back with an almost suffocating force. Her eyes, previously brimming with arrogance, now shone with something different—a mixture of longing, pain, and a vulnerability no one would ever have imagined seeing in the feared Naberius.

“Seph…” Her voice trembled, muffled against the other’s shoulder. “I… missed you so much…”

The shock was absolute.

Roxanne clapped her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide. Katharina, who looked ready to cast a spell, froze with her lips parted. Titania literally let her wings wither, unable to believe what she was seeing. Vanny and Rize, still half-lost in their irrational adoration for Naberius’s aura, stared at each other as if incomprehension.

Zuri, curled up in a corner, raised her head just enough to watch, her forked tongue flickering in the air.

“Hah… I didn’t expect that,” she murmured indifferently, but her narrowed eyes betrayed curiosity.

Vergil, for his part, slowly lowered his katana, his mouth agape. He blinked once, twice, before letting out an incredulous laugh.

“Oh, no… it can’t be serious.” He ran a hand over his face, shaking his head. — I fought this crazy woman like she was hell incarnate… and now she’s throwing herself at you like a lost child?

Sepphirothy didn’t react immediately. Her body remained rigid for a moment, surprised by the intensity of the gesture. Memories, buried for ages, slashed through her mind like blades: the wars, the pacts, the betrayals, and in the midst of it all, Naberius. Always unpredictable, always excessive.

Finally, slowly, she raised her arms and placed them on the shoulders of the woman embracing her. A hesitant gesture, but one that, to everyone present, seemed unthinkable.

“Naberius…” she said in a restrained whisper. “You never change.”

The other woman only laughed softly, a muffled laugh against her skin, full of relief and something almost childish.

“Good. If I changed, you wouldn’t recognize me.”

The shock hung over everyone like a weight. Naberius’s colossal aura had diminished, not because it had disappeared, but because it was being directed—contained within that embrace, as if everything left of it, all its strength, was focused on holding that woman and not letting go.

Vergil took a step forward, still laughing.

“That’s pathetic,” he said sarcastically. “Are you telling me that the most troublesome demon Lucifer has ever sealed… is, deep down, just a needy child?”

Roxanne glared at him.

“Vergil, shut up!”

But Naberius, surprisingly, wasn’t offended. Still clinging to Sepphirothy, she merely lifted her head enough to glare at the young man with a lopsided smile.

“Maybe that’s right, boy.” Her eyes burned like embers, but her voice was gentle. “Because even a disaster needs something to call home.”

Sepphirothy closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. She could feel the intensity of that presence, that longing that seemed to pour over her like lava. When she spoke again, her voice was calm, but heavy with gravity.

“Naberius… this isn’t the time for this.”

The other woman just laughed again, not letting go.

“I don’t care about the moment. You’re here. And that… is enough.”

The weight of the words echoed throughout the clearing. No one knew how to react. Even the forest, previously raging, seemed to have fallen into a strange silence, as if it too had lost its answer.

Sepphirothy raised her hand, slowly running her fingers through Naberius’s hair, almost in a gesture of resignation.

“You’re unbearable,” she murmured.

“I know.” Naberius smiled, tightening his embrace.