My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 238 : Vergil knows his enemies personally.

When Vergil emerged from the dark dimension and returned to the skies of Los Angeles, he was immediately struck by a sight that made him furrow his brow.

Chaos consumed the city. Buildings in flames, debris flying through the wind, and screams echoing through the streets below. But that wasn't what truly caught his attention.

"What the hell…?" he murmured, narrowing his eyes.

Then, something in the sky shone intensely—a golden ray of light pierced through the clouds like a divine spear, illuminating everything with a nearly blinding radiance.

Vergil had to shield his eyes for a moment, feeling the overwhelming pressure of that presence.

"What the hell is this?" he muttered, trying to focus his vision… That's when he felt the cold, delicate touch on his chest.

His instincts screamed, and he instantly tried to move away—but it was already too late.

A sensual, alluring voice whispered near his lips, her warm breath brushing against him.

"My, my… you're really strong, aren't you?"

Vergil's eyes widened slightly as he realized a woman was mere inches away from him, their bodies nearly pressed together.

As his vision adjusted, he saw…

A Fallen Angel.

Not just any—one with Six Wings.

She was stunning. Her slender, curvaceous figure exuded a dangerous beauty, her tight black dress accentuating her shape in an almost indecent manner. Her long, silver hair flowed lightly with the energy surrounding her, and her golden eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and malice.

Her black wings were fully spread, each feather radiating a dark yet elegant glow, contrasting with the golden aura around her.

She smiled—a seductive, almost challenging smile. "You can see me as an enemy… or as something far more interesting."

Vergil simply smirked back, his eyes glowing like burning rubies.

"That depends… are you strong enough to entertain me?"

Before the woman could respond, he vanished in a blur, moving so fast that the space where he once stood seemed to warp slightly. His intent was clear—to reappear behind her and strike before she could react.

But something went wrong.

The moment he tried to materialize, a cold hand wrapped around his throat.

Vergil blinked in surprise, realizing she was already waiting for him, her long, delicate fingers effortlessly gripping his neck.

The Fallen Angel tilted her head, her plush lips curving into a smug smile.

"Engaging someone you don't know, without even raising your guard… what a foolish child."

Her voice was melodic, almost teasing, yet laced with a dangerous tone of superiority.

Vergil's eyes gleamed with malice.

"Don't underestimate me."

In an instant, his body dissolved into a gust of razor-sharp wind, an invisible blade slashing directly toward the woman's face.

She reacted at the last moment, gracefully tilting her head to the side, dodging effortlessly.

"Fufufu… not even a scratch." She chuckled softly, landing elegantly in midair, as if this were nothing more than a game.

Vergil reappeared with his back to her, his feet lightly touching the void.

"Are you sure?"

Seraphina blinked. Then, a thin cut appeared on her cheek, and a drop of crimson blood slowly trickled down her face.

She arched a brow, bringing the back of her hand to the wound, wiping the blood away. Her golden eyes gleamed with renewed interest.

"Hmm…"

Then, she licked her own blood, her lips curling into a smile that blended curiosity and excitement.

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"You're not a Demon King for nothing, fufufu…"

Vergil, now facing her, smirked slightly, his eyes analyzing every detail of the woman's expression.

"You're a lot more confident than I expected…" he began, his tone laced with amusement. "Usually, people who are hiding don't just appear out of nowhere… Right, Seraphina Kalra?"

Seraphina's smile faded slightly, her golden eyes sharpening.

"How do you know who I am?" Her voice now carried a more serious, less playful tone.

Vergil merely shrugged, as if the answer was obvious.

"Let's just say I have a lot of contacts…" He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly. "But it's hard not to notice… Ability, corruption, and mind control… and, coincidentally, I just dealt with a bunch of infected Fallen Angels."

"Curious, isn't it?" He took a step forward, his grin widening.

Seraphina crossed her arms, tapping a fingertip lightly against her elbow, as if evaluating Vergil.

"And what exactly are you implying, Demon King?" Her voice maintained its seductive edge, but there was a sharp glint in her golden eyes.

Vergil smirked.

"Don't waste my time pretending to be just an observer, Seraphina." He gestured subtly to the ruined skies around them, where remnants of sacred and dark energy still crackled in the air. "If someone like you decided to move personally, this shit is a lot more serious than it seems."

Seraphina simply laughed—a soft, melodic sound.

"So suspicious… I only wanted to witness the chaos with my own eyes." She stepped closer, eyes half-lidded, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, Vergil… have you never felt that thrill? The delight of watching a world collapse?"

He stared at her, his expression unwavering.

"I'm not pathetic enough to just watch."

Seraphina chuckled again, but this time, there was a sharper edge to it.

"Oh? Then what's your theory, great strategist?"

Vergil studied the woman before him. Someone like her—a high-ranking Fallen Angel, powerful enough to stay out of direct conflicts—wouldn't move without a greater purpose. Just observing was a weak excuse.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

"You're testing something, aren't you?"

Her smile faded slightly.

"And what exactly would I be testing, Vergil?"

He tilted his head, his eyes dissecting every detail of her posture.

"The effects of that shit that infected the Fallen Angels? Or maybe… the factions' ability to react?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of irony. "Or are you just making sure no one can stop it in time?"

Seraphina blinked slowly, as if absorbing his words. Then, she smiled.

"You're far more perceptive than I expected…"

"So, you're not denying it." Vergil narrowed his eyes.

Seraphina sighed, placing her hands on her hips.

"Vergil, Vergil… sometimes, things are exactly as they seem." She gestured vaguely to the destruction around them. "The city is in chaos, factions are tearing each other apart, and I simply wanted to take a look. Nothing more."

Vergil didn't buy it for a second.

"Don't try to feed me bullshit, Seraphina." His voice now carried a veiled threat. "If you want to stay alive, you'll have to do better than that."

A golden light flared intensely for a moment, as if the very sky was splitting apart. Then, in the blink of an eye, three figures appeared, hovering in the air.

Vergil didn't need more than an instant to recognize the man leading them.

His eyes narrowed.

"I thought I could just fight everyone…" he muttered, his voice carrying a razor-sharp coldness.

The man floated with a dark yet serene presence, clad in a black cloak with strange details. He had no face—just a golden skull. In his hand, a fragment of Excalibur gleamed with a menacing light.

Vergil felt a wild urge to rip that glow from the bastard's grasp... After all, this was the target he had been hunting.

The Specter that Paimon had warned him about.

The vermin who dared to try and kill one of the people Vergil cared about most in this world—after his wives... Viviane.

Seraphina arched an eyebrow, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

"Well, well… seems like our little meeting just got even more interesting."

Vergil, however, paid her no mind. His eyes were locked onto the skeletal figure hovering in the air, holding the Excalibur fragment.

The air grew heavier.

The skull tilted its head slightly, its voice echoing with a cold, unwavering tone.

"Demon King..." It almost sounded amused. "I knew a plague like you would show up sooner or later."

Vergil let out a quiet chuckle, rolling his shoulders as if warming up.

"I'm going to kill you." His voice carried a deadly promise. "Kill you a lot."

His eyes gleamed a vibrant red.

"You know, normally, I'd exchange a few words before ending a piece of shit like you…"

In an instant, he vanished—the air around him imploding from the sheer force of his speed.

Reappearing right in front of Specter, his blade was already slicing forward, aiming to sever the bastard's throat.

"…but honestly? I'm out of patience today."

Vergil's black blade cut through the air with lethal speed—only to stop mid-swing.

A hand had caught the sword firmly.

Vergil narrowed his eyes at the newly arrived figure.

A tall man, wearing a long black coat, a demonic sword resting on his back. His vibrant red hair and curved black horns made his presence even more intimidating.

"Tch..." Vergil clicked his tongue, frowning. "Dante DeValle."

Before he could react, another voice cut through the air.

"Step back."

Vergil turned his head and saw another man floating there.

A figure with pale skin, glowing red eyes, and golden hair that shimmered under the moonlight. His clothes were casual, as if he had just walked out of some random party, but his presence was overwhelmingly heavy.

He looked at Vergil with boredom.

"Leave. The war is over. The fragment belongs to us."

Vergil clenched his fists.

"And you... must be Lucian."

He narrowed his eyes, every instinct screaming that something was very wrong.

"So in the end, our research paid off…"

"Lucian, Dante, and Seraphina… and now Specter too…"

Vergil took a deep breath, a sharp smile forming on his lips.

"What the hell are you all plotting?" he asked, restraining himself. He wanted nothing more than to attack and kill every single one of them, but he wasn't sure if he could—not in this situation.

"I suggest you leave." Specter spoke. "Or I'll erase Los Angeles from the map."