My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 582

Chapter 582: Virgil’s generals return

The metallic sound of the gates opening echoed throughout the corridor.

Vergil took his first step into the prison, the echo of his boots reverberating off the iron walls. The air was heavy, dense—a mixture of rust, dust, and compressed mana. The high ceiling and flickering lights created long, dancing shadows of their own accord, as if the underworld itself breathed through them.

Despite the hellish environment, the architecture was… surprisingly human.

The cells were lined up in symmetrical blocks, the corridors wide, and even the surveillance cameras were still there—though, of course, there had been no human guards for a long time.

Vergil took a deep breath.

Yes. He knew this place well.

It was here that, a few months ago, he had spent an entire afternoon crushing the resistance of every prisoner—demonic creatures, murderers, traitors, and fallen generals—until each of them knelt, recognizing a single name: Vergil.

Since then, the prison had ceased to be a penitentiary. It had become a territory.

A domain.

His domain.

But still, there was a subtle nervousness in the air.

Vergil rarely showed emotion, but this time… he breathed a little deeper than usual. The reason was simple—he knew who was about to leave.

The three of them.

His generals.

Valerie. Gwen. Kaori.

Three walking disasters in human form—each dangerous enough to lead armies, yet irritating enough to test the patience of a god.

The sound of the locks echoed again.

The steel doors began to open.

Vergil stood firm, his gaze fixed on the main entrance. The energy of the underworld rippled as the bars slid open. A beam of red light shot through the corridor… and then, three figures emerged from the shadows.

The first to emerge was Valerie, the tallest… wearing her prison uniform—black and gray stripes—it was torn in places. Even so, she wore it as if it were a formal outfit. Her gaze, sharp and confident, immediately met Vergil’s.

Right behind her came Gwen, a lazy smile on her face. She was chewing gum—no one knew where she got it from—and the constant crackling of the gum contrasted with the tension in the room.

And lastly, Kaori, with a serene gaze and impeccable posture. Unlike the other two, she walked with elegance, even wearing her simple uniform and the broken handcuffs that still dangled from one wrist.

The three of them stopped for a moment when they saw him.

“Chief…?” Valerie’s voice came first, hesitant, almost in disbelief.

Vergil didn’t answer. He just crossed his arms, watching.

That was enough.

The realization dawned—and the reaction came like an explosion.

Valerie let out a scream that echoed throughout the hallway, and before Vergil could even retreat, she was already running toward him.

“Boss!” she shouted, a wide smile lighting up her face.

Right behind her, Gwen and Kaori followed, the sound of hurried footsteps and laughter breaking the heavy silence of the prison.

Vergil took a half step back, almost instinctively, but didn’t have time to pull away.

The three of them surrounded him in a group hug, crushing him tightly.

“You…” he began, his voice muffled against Valerie’s shoulder. “…are still the same.”

“Boss! We thought you’d forgotten about us!” Gwen exclaimed, grabbing his arm like a child. “You’ve been gone for months!”

Kaori, though more restrained, also hugged him briefly, with a small but genuine smile. “It’s good to see you’re still in one piece, sir.”

Vergil took a deep breath, trying to regain some personal space.

“Let me go.”

Valerie, however, only tightened her grip. “Oh, come on, boss… let us catch up!”

“I said… let me go.”

The icy tone of his voice vibrated the air.

A second later, the three of them backed away, almost in sync, fixing their hair and trying to look composed.

For a few seconds, the only sound was the distant echo of broken chains.

Gwen scratched the back of her neck, laughing awkwardly. “Hehe… well, yeah… we were just happy, you know?”

Valerie crossed her arms, her gaze drifting to the floor. “Yeah. Kind of hard to maintain composure after being locked up here for so long.”

Kaori, always the most rational, took a deep breath. “I apologize, sir. Emotion got the better of us for a moment.” Vergil just watched them. His cold, analytical gaze seemed to pierce each of them, as if measuring how much they had changed.

And the truth was: they were different.

Stronger. More focused. But still, the same loyal freaks as always.

“I’m relieved to know they’re still alive,” he said finally. “I thought they would have killed each other before I arrived.”

Gwen chuckled. “It almost happened. But then I remembered we promised to wait for you.”

“And also because I would have broken her neck first,” Valerie commented, glancing at Gwen.

“Hey! I was fine!” Gwen replied, puffing out her cheeks.

Kaori sighed, rubbing her forehead. “They fought… three times a week.”

“Three?” Vergil asked, arching an eyebrow. “I thought it would be at least seven.”

Valerie winked at him. “Oh, boss, you know us too well.”

The teasing tone made Vergil close his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, the blue glow in his irises was more intense.

“That’s enough.” He straightened his posture. “Now…” he muttered as his demonic aura began to leak from his body…

“Why the fuck are my three generals trapped in the demon prison?”

The air inside the prison shifted.

The temperature plummeted.

Vergil’s demonic aura spread through the corridor like a compressed storm. The walls began to creak, the floor shook, and the lights flickered. It was as if the underworld itself held its breath.

The three of them knew what that meant.

Valerie, Gwen, and Kaori looked at each other—and for the first time since leaving the cell, their excitement vanished.

Vergil stepped forward, his blue eyes flashing.

“Now… explain to me,” he said, his voice low, gravelly, almost vibrating in their bones. “Why the hell are my three generals trapped in the demon prison?”

The silence that followed was almost deafening.

Valerie opened her mouth, closed it, scratched the back of her neck, and looked at Gwen.

“So… who starts?”

Gwen threw up her hands. “Me? No way. The last time I opened my mouth, he almost threw me into another dimension.”

“That’s because you blew up the entire armory,” Kaori countered emotionlessly.

Gwen snorted. “I was testing a theory!”

Vergil crossed his arms, his gaze icy. “I’m still waiting for a coherent answer.”

Valerie sighed and took a step forward.

“Okay, okay, okay. It was… partially my fault.”

Vergil raised an eyebrow. “Partially?”

She raised her hands, trying to appear calm. “I was on a simple mission: eliminate a group of soul traders who were trafficking essences from hell to the surface.”

“Simple. Who gave this mission?” Vergil repeated dryly.

“Yeah, it was Paimon. Well, getting back to it, they had a rather… peculiar leader. Some guy named Arkan.”

Vergil frowned. “The smoke demon? I read that crap when the Excalibur Shards incident happened in Los Angeles.”

Valerie nodded. “That’s the one.” But then the idiot started teasing you, saying you were an “overrated myth.” So, of course, I had to prove you wrong.

Kaori closed her eyes. “You destroyed an entire city.”

Valerie turned to her. “‘Entire city’ is an exaggeration! It was only… half of it.”

Vergil stared at her in silence for long seconds. The weight of his gaze made the air almost solid.

“Go on.”

“So… yeah, I stepped a little out of line. And before I knew it, the hellguard was already behind me.”

“And you let yourself be captured,” Vergil stated emotionlessly.

Valerie cleared her throat. “Technically… yes.”

The sound of Vergil’s sigh seemed to echo like thunder.

He turned his gaze to Gwen. “And you?”

Gwen took a step back, pointing at Valerie. “I was just trying to help!”

“‘Help’?” Vergil repeated, his voice cold as steel.

She smiled nervously. “Yeah! When I heard she’d been arrested, I thought, ‘Well, if I go in there disguised, I can free Val and get out without anyone noticing.'”

“What went wrong?” he asked, already knowing the answer would be absurd.

“Everything.” Gwen threw up her hands. “I managed to get in, but… well, maybe I overdid it with the camouflage.”

Valerie snorted. “‘Camouflage’? You turned half the guards to stone!”

“I needed time!” Gwen defended herself. “And I wasn’t the one who destroyed a dimensional gate trying to escape!”

“You blew up the main bridge!” Valerie snapped.

Kaori sighed, crossing her arms. “And that’s where I come in.”

Vergil looked at her, silent.

“When I realized the two of them were trapped, I was ordered by you—or, rather, by the clone you left in charge—to bring them back.”

Vergil nodded slowly. “Okay. Continue.”

“But… the clone disbanded before I left the underworld, and the instructions were incomplete. So when I arrived, I found the two of them arguing, half the prison in ruins, and a demonic rebellion underway.”

Vergil frowned. “Rebellion?”

Kaori looked at the ground, embarrassed. “Yes. Valerie thought it would be a good idea to lead the prisoners to ‘show power’ and facilitate the escape.”

Valerie threw up her hands. “It worked, partially!”

“You were almost crowned queen of the damned!” Kaori retorted, exasperated. “They were about to build you a throne made of bones!”

Gwen burst out laughing. “I admit, that was hilarious.”

“Hilarious?” Kaori turned to her in disbelief. “You were selling gum to the people in the cells!”

“Well, someone had to profit from the rebellion.” Gwen shrugged, smiling.

Vergil closed his eyes, massaging his temples. “Damn… how did that happen in eight months…”

Then he turned around, “And where’s that guy whose name I even forgot?”

Kaori looked at Valerie, who looked at Gwen…

The three of them raised their hands. “He’s dead.”