My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 650
Capítulo 650: Waste of time.
“I’ll repeat. Name, Affiliation, and Intention. If you don’t speak in twenty seconds, you know what happens.” As soon as Vergil uttered those words, he felt the air being isolated, and a small veil of battle, isolating the human world, appeared. However, he felt no hostility.
With surreal speed, three fallen angels appeared before him, bowing; they were three reasonably beautiful women.
“We apologize for the intrusion.” The one in the middle, who had black hair and purple eyes, apologized, looking at the ground without looking at him. She was holding back, but she was terrified.
“Answer.” Vergil spoke.
“W-we are from Gregory, we have no intention of interrupting your affairs in the mortal world, but we were sent on a mission to request an audience with you on behalf of Azazel.” She spoke while her voice trembled; in fact, her whole body could no longer bear being in Vergil’s presence.
Something that was actually normal, in terms of the food chain, while she was a small bird, Vergil was a bird of prey. The difference in strength was so great that she could feel the fibers of her body telling her to run immediately. All this, without Vergil even putting any intention into his aura.
“Azazel,” he said softly. It had been a long time since he had met the King of Fallen Angels; after all, they weren’t exactly friends.
Vergil and Azazel’s relationship was simple. Azazel paid, and Vergil, if the reward was satisfactory, gave himself as a demonic contract. And of course, this had only happened once. So it was clear that this time it was something different.
“What does your boss want?” he questioned. “I’m sure our interests won’t cross, since he supports Alucard. And I abhor that vampire.”
“W-we’re very sorry!” she said again, even without having done anything. “B-but w-our boss just wants a conversation.” Vergil glanced at the flower shop out of the corner of his eye… ‘Aphrodite isn’t a defenseless goddess, but she’s a problematic one who isn’t essentially a warrior… I was careless, I let a weakness be exposed.’ He thought.
He was a little arrogant when he let those people follow him and see all that; after all, he didn’t think it mattered. But right after he decided to kiss Aphrodite, that changed completely.
She was his. Screw the rest.
And now, someone who could be an enemy or an ally depending on the reward, had this important information.
“Alright.” Vergil said.
“Phew…” They sighed together, the pressure they were feeling was immense. “W-we’ll guide him.” They said together, standing respectfully and bowing, “Thank you for not killing us.” They spoke together, as if they had rehearsed…
‘Azazel… what are you teaching your subordinates?’ He wondered. ‘What a pathetic vision, a leader has to be strong enough to sustain the strength of his subordinates. Subordinates who bow down without even thinking tarnish his reputation as a leader.’
Vergil sometimes forgets that he is not just anyone; his mentality is so focused on himself and those he likes that he always forgets who he actually is.
He is nothing more than the man who disrupted the entire hierarchy of Hell. Besides being a descendant of Lucifer and having the soul of Samael himself in his body, he is also the mortal who killed a god in front of several other gods without fear of retaliation and got away alive. He beat Cerberus and challenged the goddess Yama by killing his competitor.
He has strong ties to the Unparalleled Sage of the Heavens, to the point of possessing not only the cloning technique but also a copy of his staff.
He is also the man who tamed three of the calamities of the underworld. The man who holds Excalibur in the palm of his hand, and has an emotional relationship with the Lady of the Lake.
He was someone the supernatural world was watching, very closely!
“We’ve arrived, Your Highness,” she said, bowing. “My King awaits you in this room.” The leader of that group said, smiling, more calmly. Probably because her King was nearby and Vergil wouldn’t do anything to them.
Vergil sighed and passed through the door, which closed behind him.
“Hey,” Azazel said, turning the armchair with that demonic smile in his eyes. He had a glass of whiskey and ice, and was, as always, wearing that burgundy suit with a black tie.
The room was really big, but it had a floor-to-ceiling window, giving an incredible, privileged view of the Eiffel Tower.
Vergil sighed and walked to his reserved armchair, “We haven’t seen each other in a while,” he commented as he settled in and crossed his legs.
Azazel smiled and placed three ice cubes and the whiskey in a glass beside Vergil. “Things have been bad, I’ve disappeared from business for a while,” he commented with a calm smile, “And you? You’ve been very quiet and suddenly, you kill the damn Dionysus.”
Vergil sighed, picking up the glass; it seemed like a business meeting. “You know how it is,” he said and sighed, “Looking at my wife with interest means you want to die.”
Azazel nodded, “I imagined it was something like that. Unfortunately… this time we weren’t even summoned for this thing.” He sighed.
“Were the fallen angels denied?” Vergil asked curiously; in fact, he hadn’t seen a single fallen angel at the pre-tournament banquet.
“Yes, I’ll go to the event, even though we have two representatives for the tournament.” He said wearily, placing the glass back on the table.
Vergil simply observed, savoring his alcoholic beverage; it had been a while since he’d stopped and slowed things down. “Looks like you’re going through a rough patch.”
“Don’t even mention it, especially after that imbecile lost everything,” Azazel said, “And it seems you’re quite interested in that, right? Since you have a personal executive killing all of Alucard’s forces.”
“Ah, so that’s what it was.” Vergil said, shaking his head, “I have nothing to do with it. My lovely Kaguya is just getting revenge on that guy. He wanted to abandon her, I can’t do anything about it,” Vergil said, shrugging.
It was an answer Azazel hadn’t expected.
“What do you mean, it has nothing to do with it?” He asked, curious and confused, “I thought that was your business.”
“Mine? And why should I care about bloodsuckers? I like to enjoy my life with my wives. I just didn’t get involved because it’s not my business. And also, let’s be honest… Someone who steals their father’s title isn’t very trustworthy. Right?”
Azazel looked at Vergil and let out an even longer sigh, “You know your grandfather tried to kill the guy upstairs, right?” he questioned.
Vergil looked at him, “And he’s dead, just like Alucard who will soon be saying goodbye too if things continue like this. So don’t involve me in these things.”
Azazel raised his hand, “Oh no, that wasn’t it. I wanted to make a deal with this new vampire faction, I don’t care about Alucard right now.” he said, clearly worried that Vergil might misunderstand.
“Hm? A deal?” he questioned.
“I came to propose a truce,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm. “You have killed many fallen angels… and, to be honest, this isn’t a good time for us to go to war.”
The wind blew between them, carrying the distant scent of ashes and ozone.
Vergil remained silent for a few seconds, just staring at Azazel. Then he let out a long, tired sigh—not of fear, but of frustration.
“…You interrupted my plans,” he said finally, his voice low, “because of a white flag?”
Another sigh escaped, even heavier.
He reached into his coat pocket with a slow, deliberate movement. When his eyes met Azazel’s again, something had changed.
The humor had completely vanished.
There was no anger.
No contempt.
Just absolute coldness.
Azazel swallowed hard.
That expression… he knew it. Everyone knew it. It was the look of someone who didn’t need to raise their voice to decide the fate of an entire army.
“Did I…did I say something wrong?” Azazel thought, feeling a growing unease.
Vergil, however, didn’t draw any weapons.
He pulled out his cell phone.
Azazel blinked, confused.
Vergil unlocked the screen, selected a contact, and put the phone on speakerphone.
The name appeared clearly:
“Mischievous Little Vampire”
Azazel felt something very close to a mental short circuit.
The call had barely started connecting—
“DEAR!!!”
The excited shout echoed too loudly for a moment that should have been diplomatic.
Vergil closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, but his voice came out…different.
“Hi, love.”
Azazel froze.
“…Love?”
The word echoed in his mind like absolute blasphemy.
The Demon King.
The being who walked between wars, gods, and hells as if they were ordinary steps.
Speaking of “love.”
And that look.
That damned, gentle, almost relaxed look, which he had never seen before.
‘He looks like a… lost puppy,’ Azazel thought, horrified. ‘What kind of spell is this?!’
“Well,” replied the voice on the other end of the line. “We were going to Sapphire’s mansion. Why did you call now?”
It was Kaguya.
The nonchalance with which she spoke only made everything worse.
“Love,” said Vergil, in a controlled tone. “I’m on speakerphone, so answer me calmly.”
Azazel felt his stomach churn.
Vergil continued, directly:
“Have you been killing fallen angels?”
The silence that followed was absolute.
No noise.
No immediate response.
Not even a breath.
Azazel felt a pang of bitter satisfaction.
‘I knew it,’ he thought. ‘It’s them.’
On the other end of the line—
“Oh! Excuse me,” Kaguya said suddenly. “Alexa’s here too… she choked.”
A clearly forced cough could be heard.
“Anyway,” Kaguya continued, resuming a tone that was too casual for that conversation. “About fallen angels… why would we do that?”
Azazel frowned.
“I mean,” she continued thoughtfully, “yes, we killed some.”
Azazel’s heart sank.
“But it was self-defense,” Kaguya added without the slightest ceremony. “They keep confusing us with Alucard’s people.”
There was a brief pause.
“Besides,” she added, almost animatedly, “we’ve been killing a lot of Alucard’s people lately.”
The world seemed to stop.
Azazel fell silent.
Literally.
Not a word came out.
No immediate reaction.
Vergil simply closed his eyes again and took a deep breath, like someone who had already anticipated that exact answer.
On the other end of the line, Kaguya still asked:
“…Was that important?”
Azazel realized, with a belated shiver, that this diplomatic meeting had just become much, much more complicated.
“No, it wasn’t important, it’s just that Azazel’s right here beside me, asking for a truce. But I’m a very fair man, and I’m very cordial, so I decided to ask MY WIFE if she has anything to do with it, but since I know you’re too perfect, I decided to have you speak so he can hear. Thank you, love, I love you,” Vergil said with a small smile.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I love you too. See you later?” Kaguya asked.
“Yes, but I have to deal with Sapphire and Katharina’s problem. I don’t think we’ll be together for long. Then it’s the tournament, and then we can enjoy ourselves,” Vergil said calmly. “I’m going to hang up now.”
“Okay! I love you,” Kaguya replied and hung up…
Vergil’s face distorted slightly and returned to that cold Demon King. “Do you need anything else?”
Azazel completely withered. “S-sorry to bother you…”