My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 239 : 1x3

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

Vergil's smile vanished. For a moment, everything fell silent. The winds sliced through the night sky, and the city below seemed like a mere, insignificant backdrop in the suffocating tension between the figures present.

Then, Vergil laughed. Low at first, a dry and almost emotionless sound, but it quickly grew, filled with contained fury and pure contempt.

He tilted his head slightly, his red eyes glowing with pure malice.

"You think I care about Los Angeles?" he mocked, crossing his arms. "Do you see me wearing a red cape with a damn 'S' on my chest?" he taunted with a predatory grin.

Lucian smiled to himself, understanding the reference, but said nothing. Dante maintained his firm posture, like an unshakable wall.

Specter, on the other hand, didn't even react. "Typical," he said simply. "Empty words from a monster who only understands destruction."

Vergil narrowed his eyes. "And a coward who uses hostages to feel in control is no better than me."

"Ah..." Seraphina sighed theatrically. "Men..." she murmured, crossing her arms and watching the exchange with a bored expression.

But the exchange of glares between Specter and Vergil was different. There was genuine hatred there.

"You want me to leave?" Vergil continued, his voice lowering to almost a growl. "Then make me."

The atmosphere around him shifted instantly.

An explosion of pure demonic energy radiated from his body, distorting the air, cracking the ground beneath. The sky darkened, the clouds scattering as if they feared his presence.

Vergil slowly drew his blade, the sound of the metal echoing like a harbinger of the carnage to come.

"Let's see if you have enough power to back up this ridiculous threat." The sky over Los Angeles seemed to tear in half as Vergil advanced.

The space around him warped, the air shimmering under the pressure of the demonic energy exploding from his body. His movement wasn't just fast—it was an impossible blur, a black and scarlet streak shooting toward Specter.

His blade sliced through the air like thunder splitting the heavens, aiming directly for the enemy's throat. But before the strike could land, three forces collided with him simultaneously.

The impact was devastating.

Vergil felt his body being violently repelled, thrown backward as a wave of overwhelming force struck him from all sides. The wind howled around him, the buildings below trembling with the shock of the collision.

Dante, Lucian, and Seraphina had moved in unison, each intercepting his strike with pinpoint precision.

Vergil stabilized himself in midair, sliding backward, his eyes burning with fury and excitement.

'Strong...' he thought.

Dante was the first to advance. The ground below cracked under the force of his sprint. His demonic sword gleamed with crimson energy as he shot toward Vergil with absurd speed, his blade cutting through the space in a brutal arc.

Vergil raised his own sword to block the strike, and the clash between the blades made the air explode. Shockwaves rippled through the sky, creating a storm of pure energy that rained down in destructive bursts on the buildings below.

Before he could react, Lucian appeared behind him. Fast—too fast. A lightning-quick punch slammed into Vergil's cheek, the impact seemingly warping reality around them. The force of the blow sent Vergil flying through the sky like a comet.

But he recovered midair, spinning in the motion.

Barely had he stabilized before Seraphina appeared above him, a sharp smile on her face. Her eyes shone with pure delight as her black and gold wings spread wide, and then, with a single beat of her wings, she vanished.

Vergil felt her presence everywhere at once.

And then came the attack.

Black light lances shot from all directions, completely surrounding him in a maze of sharp energy. Each beam cut through the space around him like spiritual razors, leaving no escape route.

"Slut," Vergil growled, and his aura erupted.

Time seemed to slow for a fraction of a second.

He dissolved into wind, his body scattering into a current of demonic air, slipping between the beams of light before materializing again above Seraphina.

Yamato descended like a verdict, aiming directly for her heart.

But Dante was there.

The demon appeared instantly beside her, his blade intercepting Vergil's strike with absolute precision. The clash between the swords was so intense that the sky split apart, cracks of pure energy spreading through the space above.

"Hahaha," Vergil laughed, his eyes brimming with adrenaline. "Fight seriously, you worms," he ordered.

Lucian reappeared at his side, his leg moving in a kick that exploded against Vergil's ribs with the force of a meteor. Vergil spat blood but used the momentum of the blow to spin in the air and slash downward, attempting to split Lucian in half.

Lucian dodged by a hair, the edge of Vergil's blade grazing his neck, cutting a few strands of his golden hair.

Seraphina reappeared next to Vergil, her hands enveloped in pulsating darkness. She struck with both open palms, and the impact bent the space around them, sending Vergil hurtling like a projectile toward Dante.

Dante smiled, raising his sword, ready for the collision.

Vergil, however, did not intend to be an easy target.

His body spun in the air, and before reaching Dante, he exploded into crimson mist, his wind form spreading out using blood manipulation as a smoke screen in dozens of directions at once.

'Using Air and Blood together is quite beneficial... fire won't be much use for now...' Vergil thought.

The three adversaries hesitated for half a second, and that was enough.

Vergil reformed directly behind Lucian, his blade already descending to pierce his chest.

But Lucian, without even turning his face, raised a single hand and caught the blade with his bare fingers.

'Shit!' Vergil's eyes widened.

"Not today, kid," Lucian smiled.

Then, with a brutal motion, he exploded in speed, dragging Vergil through the sky and smashing him into a building below.

The skyscraper collapsed instantly, disintegrating into dust and debris under the force of the impact.

Vergil emerged from the rubble before the dust had even settled, his body glowing with visceral energy. He was having fun.

Dante, Seraphina, and Lucian gathered above, floating in the sky like divine judges ready to bring him down.

Vergil looked at them, licking the blood off his lips, laughing. "Is that all?"

The three vanished at the same time.

And then the true carnage began.

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The sky turned into a hell of strikes.

Vergil moved like an untamable storm, his blade leaving traces of pure destruction with each cut, while Dante fought him toe-to-toe, each blow being met with an even more brutal response.

Lucian appeared and disappeared like a ghost, his punches and kicks hitting Vergil from impossible angles, each one carrying a force that bent the atmosphere around them.

Seraphina hovered above, her wings vibrating with profane light. Each time she flapped her wings, waves of energy spread across the battlefield, distorting the reality around them.

They moved too fast for ordinary eyes to see.

Each attack collided with enough force to destroy entire cities.

The sky trembled, the Earth shook under the fury of the battle.

For a moment, none of them could afford to blink.

Vergil blocked two strikes at the same time, dodged a third, and then counterattacked.

But the three were a perfect team.

Every opening Vergil created was immediately filled with another strike from one of them.

Neither side yielded.

The fight dragged on for minutes that felt like hours, both sides bleeding, panting, but neither retreating.

Finally, they pulled back.

Vergil wiped the blood from his lips, still smiling.

Lucian adjusted his clothes as if nothing had happened.

Dante simply spat on the ground, spinning his sword on his shoulder.

Seraphina landed softly, her gaze still burning with defiance.

A draw.

But all four knew.

If they continued, none of them would leave alive.

Vergil ran his tongue over his bloodied lips, his eyes gleaming with pure delight. The smile that formed on his face was provocative, full of mockery and arrogance.

"Three against one… and yet, here I am." The three opponents stared at him, their bodies tense but showing no signs of fatigue. They knew he was right.

Dante rolled his shoulders, his expression remaining impassive, but the way he gripped the hilt of his sword made it clear he was irritated.

Lucian adjusted the collar of his casual attire, his red eyes still fixed on Vergil, assessing every move.

Seraphina simply smiled, a dangerous gleam in her golden eyes. "Fufufu… it's impressive, indeed. But don't fool yourself, Vergil. You didn't come out unscathed."

Vergil laughed, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "And did you?"

The three didn't respond. There was no need. Their bodies were marked with cuts and bruises, their breaths heavy even though they tried to hide it. Vergil alone had pushed them to their limit.

He spun his sword in the air before resting it on his shoulder.

"You know what this means, right?" He tilted his head to the side, his voice laced with pure amusement. "Alone, you're easy prey."

Dante let out a small, dry laugh. "Tch. Arrogant as hell."

Lucian crossed his arms. "Coming from you, it's almost funny."

Vergil only smiled wider. "Well, you can dress it up however you want." He took a step forward, his presence still brimming with raw power. "But at the end of the day, three of you weren't enough to bring me down." He spread his arms wide, blatantly mocking them.

"If you want to try again, feel free." Vergil challenged. Silence fell between them for a moment, only the wind carrying the remnants of the battle.

Then Seraphina laughed softly, a melodious and dangerous sound. "Maybe... but that also means you didn't win."

Vergil narrowed his eyes. "Who said I was trying?"

The three stopped for a moment, analyzing him once more. And then, they understood. He wasn't fighting to kill.

Vergil had tested each of them. He had studied them, pushed them to their limits just for fun.

Lucian clenched his fists.

Dante just laughed again, this time more sincerely.

Seraphina licked her lips, excited.

Vergil looked at the sky, stained with energy and destruction, and sighed dramatically.

"But anyway... I've had enough fun for today." He slowly turned, showing his back to the three without the slightest fear.

"I'll see you soon." And then, like a wisp of shadows and wind, he disappeared.

"What was that?" Seraphina asked, looking at the other two men.

"He made fools of you." They heard Specter's voice behind them. "Let's go."

"Wait! Are we just going to let him walk away?" Lucian asked, irritated.

"Do you really want to go over there?" Specter asked, pointing to a location several kilometers away.

"Sapphire Agares and Sepphirothy Lucifer, they would kill all of you in one strike," he said. "Now, let's go. We got what we wanted." But for some reason...

He felt that, even having achieved his goal... something... was off.