My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 630
Capítulo 630: Nobody is home.
Vergil pushed the door open with his foot, still holding Sapphire’s hand, who was right behind him—not as the destroyer of the abyss, not as Agares, not as the First Demon Queen… but as someone ashamed, sulking, dragged into the house by her own husband.
The house was quiet. The aura, tranquil. Totally the opposite of the chaos she had left behind.
Sapphire kept her head down, but her tense posture clearly showed that she was still trying to maintain some dignity. Vergil pulled her with the naturalness of someone who had dealt with this tantrum more times than he could count.
She finally grumbled:
“I don’t need to be treated like this. I am a primordial demon. I am Agares. I am one of the most feared forces since the First—”
Vergil, without looking back, replied in the same tone as someone cutting off a silly excuse for the thousandth time:
“You’re just my sweet wife now. So stop bragging.” Sapphire stopped in the middle of the room.
Her eyes widened.
“C-cute!?”
Vergil slammed the door shut.
“Huh. Are you telling me she isn’t?”
Sapphire blushed. Not with blood, not with a demonic aura… but with embarrassment.
“I— I DIDN’T—! I destroyed hundreds of angels! I burned half of Uriel’s legions! I led the first demonic armies! I parted the sea of fire when—”
Vergil pulled her chin with one hand and gave her a quick peck, like silencing a barking puppy.
Sapphire froze completely, her face turning even redder.
“There,” he said. “Now you’re back to normal.”
“C-back— WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?”
“Muttering and exaggerating your resume.” He shrugged. “That’s been you since birth.”
Sapphire opened her mouth to retort, but no sound came out. Shame was choking her voice more than any blow she’d received in the abyss.
Vergil guided her to the sofa and pushed her down to sit. She fell on her backside like a teenager being punished.
She crossed her arms.
“I’m not cute.”
“Of course not.” Vergil said, patting her head.
Sapphire gritted her teeth, trying to look threatening, but she couldn’t.
The truth is, she had torn through the entire abyss, fought Vergil until she almost killed them both, blown up half the layers of the underworld…
…but, at that moment, she was completely defeated by a pat on the head.
Vergil sat beside her.
He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. He just held her hand.
Sapphire looked to the side, her fingers trembling slightly.
She finally murmured:
“…Vergil.”
“Hm?”
“…I didn’t want it to come to this.”
“I know.”
She rested her forehead on his shoulder—something very rare, because she always wanted to seem “invincible” around him.
Vergil let her.
Sapphire continued:
“I… was afraid of losing her. I always have been. Even before she was born.”
Vergil squeezed her hand.
“And Katharina is afraid of being swallowed by you.”
Sapphire’s eyes widened, surprised by his frankness.
“I… don’t want to swallow anyone…”
“I know,” he replied. “But you love like an earthquake. She can’t breathe at this rate.”
Sapphire shrugged slightly, digesting the sentence.
“And you? Can you breathe?” She asked softly.
Vergil smiled.
“I stopped breathing a long time ago. It’s not a problem.” Sapphire gave him a light punch on the arm—weak, just annoyed.
“Idiot.”
“I love you too.”
She turned her face away, completely red again.
For a few minutes, they remained silent.
Just breathing. Just existing near each other—and that, for Sapphire, was already a lot.
**
— A FEW HOURS LATER —
The room was lit by a soft light. Sapphire sat cross-legged on the carpet, her hair pulled up, looking strangely… calm.
Vergil came from the hallway, fiddling with his phone.
“Done,” he said. “I talked to her.”
Sapphire looked up immediately. The battle instinct returned to her posture for a moment.
“…and?”
Now it was Vergil who crossed his arms, taking a deep breath.
“She’s not mad at you.”
Sapphire blinked. “But—”
“She’s hurt,” Vergil interrupted. “And scared.”
Sapphire looked away, clenching her fingers.
“…with me?”
“With the situation.” Vergil sat on the sofa. “With the way you two have drifted apart. With the feeling that you’re always competing with me.”
Sapphire turned to him quickly, shocked.
“I don’t compete—”
“Yes, you do.” Vergil raised an eyebrow. “And you know it.”
The silence confirmed everything.
Sapphire lowered her head.
“I just… I don’t like sharing her.”
“I know.”
“…and I don’t know how to deal with it.”
“I know too.”
She sighed deeply, too tired to keep denying it.
Vergil continued:
“Katharina is also at her limit. She feels like you’re always on top of her, always clinging to her. She doesn’t hate it… but she doesn’t know how to live with it anymore.”
Sapphire closed her eyes.
“Then she hates me.”
Vergil leaned forward.
“She loves you. She just feels suffocated.”
Sapphire opened one eye, staring at him with a vulnerable expression that no one would ever imagine on the First Demon Queen’s face.
“And I… feel alone again.”
Vergil placed his hand on her head and pulled her to his chest.
Sapphire let him.
“And that’s why,” he murmured, “you two need to talk. Not fight. Talk.”
She swallowed hard.
“…what if she doesn’t want to see me?”
“She will.”
“How do you know?”
Vergil smiled slightly.
“Because before hanging up, she said, ‘Tell Mom that I… miss her too.'”
Sapphire froze.
Her pupils trembled.
Her flame, which always burned too brightly, diminished. It didn’t go out. It just… calmed down.
Vergil ran his thumb along her cheek.
“You two are alike,” he said. “Stubborn, intense, overly emotional, overly complicated… and completely incapable of admitting how much you love each other.”
Sapphire squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to let the emotion overflow.
“…I hate when you’re right.”
“I know.”
More silence.
This time, a light silence.
Vergil rested his forehead against hers.
“Everything will be alright.”
Sapphire took a deep breath, finally seeming to believe it—even if only a little.
“…let’s try,” she murmured.
Vergil smiled.
“That’s all I wanted to hear. Besides… it seems like nobody’s home—” Vergil said.
Vergil had barely finished the sentence when Sapphire pulled him closer, but before the kiss began, he chuckled softly, cupping her face in his hands as if he were dealing with something far more fragile than she actually was.
She hated when he did that—mainly because it worked.
“Calm down,” he said with a crooked smile. “I was going to finish speaking.”
“I don’t want you to finish anything,” Sapphire retorted, pulling her face closer again.
The place was silent. Without the maids’ footsteps, without Raphaeline spreading too many provocations through the hallways, without Stella complaining about some bad dessert, without Viviane with her cleaning obsession.
It was… strange.
And, at the same time, perfect.
Vergil looked around with a satisfied sigh.
“As I said… nobody’s home. Raphaeline and Stella went to their territories with their daughters. Viviane is in the human world, probably cleaning the main mansion. The maids are off.” He glanced sideways at Sapphire and raised an eyebrow. “The mansion is all ours. At least until Katharina returns from Los Angeles.”
Sapphire looked away for a moment at the mention of her daughter’s name, but Vergil squeezed her hand, bringing her back to the present.
“So,” he began calmly, “since we’re alone… do you think we should… um… do that thing? It’s been a while since we’ve had a moment just for ourselves, and—”
He didn’t finish.
Sapphire simply grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him forcefully, pressing her lips to his in an intense, urgent kiss, heavy with pent-up longing.
The impact pushed them against the nearest wall.
Vergil laughed against her lips—because it was so typical of her to do that—and then returned the kiss, firmly, wrapping his hands around her waist, pulling her even closer.
She breathed rapidly, clutching his shirt between her fingers, as if a century had passed since she last touched him.
When the kiss broke for a second, Sapphire rested her forehead against his, still breathless.
“‘That’…?” she repeated with a provocative smile. “Vergil, you took too long to ask.”
He smiled, sliding his thumb across her face.
“Then let’s not waste any time.”
And she pulled him again, even harder.
The door slammed shut behind them, muffling any other sound inside the empty mansion…
…Not far from there… Territory of the Demon Queen Baal…
Raphaeline slammed the cards on the table, making the entire deck tremble.
“I think we should go back and disrupt them,” she announced, raising her hand as if in a serious meeting. “I am completely against giving that red bitch exactly what she wants.”
Katharina rolled her eyes. “Rapha, please… my mom isn’t a bitch.”
“YES SHE IS,” Raphaeline retorted, pointing an accusing finger at the door through which Sapphire and Vergil had disappeared. “She’s competitive, possessive, clingy… UNO REVERSE!”
Stella slammed her card on the table without looking at anyone. “That’s the fifth time you’ve played this crap today. And please, silence. I’m trying to win.”
“You never win,” Ada reminded her, adjusting her glasses academically. “Statistically, your performance is pathetic.”
“Plagued is your nerdy face,” Stella retorted.
Viviane placed a +4 on the table with irritating calm. “Focusing on the subject… honestly? They haven’t had a moment alone in weeks. Neither have I, who am naturally against public displays of… you know… I think we should let them.”
“I agree,” Alexa said, resting her face in her hands. “Vergil deserves a break. And Sapphire too. I mean, she spent a month destroying the abyss. The woman needs to let off steam somehow.”
They all agreed with a collective, not-so-subtle “hmmm.”
Except one.
“NO DISGRACE,” Raphaeline slammed the card on the table. “I want them to suffer. Especially her. She deserves to be in heat for centuries! And Vergil shouldn’t feed it!”
Novah, the blonde maid, raised an eyebrow. “Rapha… that’s pure envy, love.”
“ENVY? OF WHAT? OF SAPPHIRE???” Raphaeline’s eyes widened in indignation.
Viola added: “Yes. You’re envious because he spoils her.”
“I’m NOT envious of anyone!”
They all stopped. They all looked at her. All of them. Even Zex, who was focused on counting cards as if it were a military operation.
Iridia rested her chin on the table and sighed. “You screamed like a teenager, so yes, you have it.”
“And another thing,” Roxanne held up the card she was holding, “if you go in there now to interfere, you’re the one who’s going to die. They fought for TWO hours in the abyss and drew. Do you think you can survive interrupting something worse than a fight?”
Silence.
Raphaeline considered.
And then:
“…Okay. Maybe. But why did everyone here just accept that they’re going to have sex as if it were the most normal thing in the world?”
Katharina raised her finger as if answering a school roll call.
“Because it is. They’re married.”
“And because,” Viviane added, “if Sapphire doesn’t de-stress, she’ll break another piece of hell. And I’m too busy to be rebuilding anything today.”
“I just want to finish this damn UNO without someone rolling a +4 on me again,” Kaguya muttered as she calmly placed a yellow 6 on the table.
Roxanne laughed, rolling a +2 just to cause chaos. “And besides… if we’re honest, everyone here knows that Sapphire and Vergil have been building up energy for months. If we prevent that… well…”
Stella crossed her arms. “We’ll become statistics.”
“What kind of statistics?” Zex asked.
“The kind that dies,” Stella replied with a serious face.