My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 626

Capítulo 626: We will fight, and settle this through fighting.

Sapphire lay at the bottom of the abyss, surrounded by crushed rocks, fresh craters, and demonic energy hanging in the air. Nothing there remained intact. Only her, breathing heavily and with a vacant stare, as if still searching for something to destroy.

The question repeated in her head as if automatic:

“How much time has passed?”

She didn’t know. She hadn’t marked anything. She hadn’t eaten, slept, or stopped to think. She only destroyed, broke, and tore everything around her, as if each explosion filled the hole that cursed day had opened inside her.

A piece of cliff collapsed behind her. The sound echoed, but she didn’t look.

“How much time has passed?” She ran her hand over her face, dirty with dried blood and dust.

Nothing answered.

Then something cut through the feeling of emptiness—a presence entering the abyss’s territory. Weak. Too weak to be there.

She turned her head slowly.

“…Hn.” The energy was too familiar. Too irritating.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Her voice came out hoarse. “You’re still too low to handle this. Go away.”

The abyss responded with silence. Only the hot wind and red particles of energy burning in the air.

Then, in the middle of the deep darkness, two red eyes appeared. Fixed on her. Unhurried.

Then the outline of her face.

Messy white hair.

And his great idiocy: a simple shirt, shorts, flip-flops.

Vergil walked as if he were in any corridor. As if the abyss wasn’t trying to destroy everything that had vitality.

He stopped a few meters away.

“My wife disappears for a month,” he said, without raising his voice. “And what do you think I should do?”

Sapphire blinked slowly.

A month? Her body froze for a second, but she ignored the impact of that information.

“Go away, Vergil.” She snapped her fingers. The surrounding energy responded. “I’m not in the mood for you.”

“I noticed.” Vergil looked around, assessing the damage like someone evaluating a messy room. “I just didn’t think you’d choose the abyss for your therapy.”

“I’m not kidding.” Sapphire took a step forward. The ground cracked. “You’ll die if you stay here.”

Vergil tilted his head, his eyes narrowing.

“And you intend to kill anyone who comes near?”

“If it means being alone, yes.”

Vergil let out a short sigh, as if she had just said the most predictable thing in the world.

“You ran away.” He said it without accusation. He just stated it.

Sapphire turned her face away, irritated just hearing it. “I didn’t run away.”

“Then what was it?” Vergil crossed his arms. “Why disappear for a month without saying anything to anyone?”

She frowned.

“It’s none of your business.”

Vergil laughed—a short, almost mocking laugh.

“You’re my wife.” His red eyes gleamed brighter. “It is my business.”

Sapphire felt her energy surge, like a reflex, an automatic defense.

“Go away.”

“No.”

She clicked her tongue, irritated.

Vergil took another step.

“Sapphire… you destroy everything and everyone when you’re in a bad mood.” He pointed with his chin to his surroundings. “And now you did it here. Alone. Non-stop. For a month.”

She clenched her fist.

“And?”

Vergil continued, without changing his tone:

“And the only thing that makes you lose control to this extent is your daughter.”

The air held for a moment.

Sapphire didn’t answer.

Vergil moved a little closer, even though the ground was emitting waves of energy just from her breathing.

“Katharina isn’t angry anymore.” He said it simply.

Sapphire clenched her teeth. “…a lie.”

“It’s not a lie.” Vergil put his hands in his pockets. “She’s hurt. Confused. But she’s not angry anymore.”

Sapphire turned her face away, as if she didn’t want to hear.

Vergil continued speaking.

“She talked about you.” Another step. “She talked about the anger, about the shame. About how far you two have drifted apart.”

Sapphire’s shoulders trembled for a second, so quickly that perhaps even he hadn’t noticed.

Or perhaps he had noticed.

“You have no idea what she carries,” Sapphire replied. Her voice was low, almost a growl. “You don’t know what it’s like to have someone like me as a mother.”

“Then explain it to me,” Vergil replied without hesitation. “Because she told me her part. Yours is missing.”

Sapphire took a deep breath, as if breathing burned.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Vergil closed his eyes for a moment, perhaps tired, perhaps gathering patience.

“You spent a month destroying things. But you didn’t say a single word about what really made you this way.”

She clenched her fist again. The ground beneath her cracked even more.

Vergil saw it. He didn’t back down.

“You asked how much time has passed,” Vergil said. “A month has passed. Almost no one has found you because half the underworld is afraid to come in here. And the other half thinks you’re about to blow up something more serious.”

Sapphire gritted her teeth.

Her daughter’s name flashed through her mind, but she quickly pushed it away.

Vergil noticed.

“Sapphire.” His voice was firm. “How long do you intend to keep running from your own daughter?”

The air around her grew heavy, as if it had doubled in density.

The kind of pressure that would make any other demon fall to their knees.

Vergil endured. Not without effort, but he endured.

Sapphire stared at him, her eyes almost completely dark. “Vergil…”

Sapphire stood still after calling his name. Her gaze was heavy, empty, and full of pent-up anger. Vergil realized she wasn’t going to respond to anything he had said. Not in that state.

Then he uttered only a short sentence:

“Then let’s fight.”

Her face didn’t change.

Vergil continued:

“If I win, you’ll restrain yourself. And we’ll talk.”

Sapphire closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them, her irises were filled with dark energy.

“You know that’s impossible,” she replied. “You don’t have the strength to defeat me.”

Vergil shrugged, as if it didn’t matter. “Before you say that… have you checked your body?”

Sapphire didn’t like the tone.

She was irritated just hearing it.

But even so, reflexively, she expanded the demonic energy and scanned her own physical state. A quick, objective reading. And her body returned the information like a punch to the gut:

She had only 20% energy remaining.

She froze. Only half a second, but Vergil noticed.

He gave a short, provocative smile.

“You fought here for a month without recovering.”

Sapphire felt her blood boil. “I didn’t count the days.”

“That’s right.” Vergil ran a hand through his hair, utterly irritatingly calm. “And that’s how it is. Twenty percent. Not even that can be called an advantage.”

She growled softly, making no attempt to hide her irritation.

Vergil leaned forward. “Are you going to run from the battle?”

That sentence alone was the trigger.

Something crackled in the air. A dry thunderclap. The kind of sound the abyss made when Sapphire really got nervous. Her aura surged with immediate pressure, pushing rocks, raising dust from the ground, cracking an entire rock wall beside her.

He implied she could lose.

He implied that she, Sapphire—the most feared demon in the entire underworld—could run from a fight.

That enraged her in a different way. A way she hated feeling.

“What did you say?” her voice came out low and sharp.

Vergil didn’t repeat it. He didn’t need to.

She took two steps toward him. Each step made the ground explode in circular cracks. The air trembled. The abyss seemed to shrink around her.

“Do you really think you can beat me?” She stopped a few meters away, her face serious, humorless. “Even at twenty percent? Do you know what that means? It means I can still kill you effortlessly.”

Vergil took a deep breath, but didn’t back down an inch.

“If you were at 100%, I wouldn’t even be here. But at twenty?” He raised his chin. “It’s worth a try.”

She clenched her fist. Her hand trembled slightly—not from weakness, but from pure rage.

Vergil continued speaking, each word like a blow:

“Sapphire, you spent a month running from everything. From your daughter. From the argument. From yourself. Now you want to run from me too?”

She cracked her neck, irritated.

“I don’t run.”

“Then prove it.”

The veins in her arm pulsed. Her aura grew even more. Her power was so intense it distorted the air, but it was evident that she wasn’t complete. She didn’t have that absurd density she had when she was truly in top form.

She realized this too late.

And realizing it irritated her even more.

Her gaze became dull.

“Are you serious about fighting me?” she asked, incredulous.

Vergil answered simply:

“Yes.”

She laughed. A short, dry sound, without humor.

“You’re crazy.”

“Or I’m just someone who wants you to stop burying yourself here.” She hated his calmness.

She hated—completely—the way he spoke, as if everything was under control.

“You think,” she said slowly, “that a fight will make me talk?”

“I think it’s the only way to make you stop for five minutes and not destroy everything around you.” Vergil raised his hands, in a ready-for-fight stance. “Then let’s finish this quickly.”

Sapphire stared at him expressionlessly. Then she turned her face away, as if she truly couldn’t believe what was happening.

“…Do you really think you have a chance?”

“If I didn’t,” Vergil replied, “I wouldn’t have come to the abyss.”

She inhaled, then exhaled slowly. The energy around her swirled like a whirlwind and then stabilized.

Sapphire raised her hand. The temperature dropped a few degrees. The entire abyss seemed to react. It was a common, almost automatic movement—but even so, the impact was great.

Then she spoke, each word laden with irritation:

“You’re ridiculous.”

Vergil gave a short smile. “And you’re avoiding starting.”

That was the final straw.

The ground shattered beneath Sapphire’s feet as if a shockwave had been released. Her aura rose too high for someone at 20%, making it clear she was pushing beyond her limit—because anger was taking over reason.

Vergil did the same. His eyes glowed an intense red, and the energy cut through the air like invisible blades.

“Then let’s fight,” Sapphire repeated, now with the full intention of tearing him apart.