My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Considering that your lifespan is short, you're probably a freshly born demon," Samael commented, analyzing Vergil from head to toe.

"I must admit, Lilith did a good job…" Samael continued, circling Vergil like a stylist, an approach Vergil never imagined—especially coming from the man who had once been almost a God of War.

"Anyway, it seems that Negative Energy works in mysterious ways," Samael said, stopping in front of Vergil, who had been staring at him the entire time.

Vergil crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. "So, what are you doing here? An angel, or what remains of one, inside a part of my soul?"

Samael sighed, as if bearing the weight of millennia on his shoulders.

"I shouldn't even exist. I'm just an echo. The memory of a version of myself, before everything fell apart. When the Lucifer that the world knew was born, he crushed the light that I was, leaving only darkness to rule."

Vergil watched in silence, feeling the weight of the words. A being who had once been the embodiment of light and balance, now nothing more than a memory trapped within a soul that had summoned him unintentionally.

"But why did you appear to me?" Vergil asked, his voice firm but curious.

Samael gazed deeply at him, as if looking not just at Vergil, but beyond him. "I don't know. But it seems the Negative Energy wants me to do something," Samael spoke with a sigh.

Then Samael's eyes suddenly gleamed with golden light. "Ah… I understand…" he said, and with a gesture, he summoned something. A red rune filled with even more intricate runes within it… Something truly...

"Here, it's for you," Samael said, handing it to Vergil suddenly, causing him to step back in surprise.

Vergil furrowed his brow, taking an instinctive step back as he looked at the glowing rune in Samael's hand. The red light pulsed like a living heart, and the intricate marks on it seemed to move slowly, like serpents slithering across its surface.

"What the hell is this?" Vergil questioned, his distrust evident in his voice.

Samael extended the rune a little further, the glow illuminating his face with a crimson hue. "Don't fear, this isn't a curse or a burden. It's... a gift, or perhaps a piece of what remains of me."

Vergil narrowed his eyes. "You think I'm an idiot? A 'piece' of you doesn't sound trustworthy at all. Forgot who went to war and tried to destroy the world?!"

Samael let out a tired sigh, but a faint smile touched his lips. "I expected that reaction. Well, you wanted my name, didn't you? Here it is, my name."

"What?" Vergil was left speechless.

Samael smiled serenely, as if the confusion and shock on Vergil's face were exactly what he had anticipated. "Yes, kid. You wanted a name that carried weight, a name that would shake the world just by being spoken. Well… there it is."

Vergil furrowed his brow, the gears in his mind working furiously. "You mean… this rune… carries your original name?"

Samael nodded slowly, his golden eyes locked onto Vergil's as though he were analyzing the very depths of his thoughts. "My name is more than just a title. It's a symbol. A burden… and a promise. I wasn't just a demon. I was the one who brought light and, eventually, darkness. The name Lucifer is the bridge between these two extremes, and now… it's yours, if you have the courage to carry it."

Vergil opened his mouth to respond, but closed it again, unable to find words. All of this was absurd, ridiculous even… but at the same time, it made a strange kind of sense. The rune still pulsed in his hand, as if alive, calling to him, whispering promises he couldn't hear but could feel.

"So, let me see if I understand," Vergil finally said, breaking the oppressive silence. "You give me this rune, which carries your name, and I… what? Become an extension of you? A substitute? The new Lucifer? Because, to me, this smells like a trap."

Samael smiled again, this time more widely, as if genuinely entertained. "You still don't get it, Vergil. I don't want a substitute. I want a successor. Someone who will do something with the name I failed to carry. What you do with it, or who you become because of it, is your decision alone. I'm just... the bearer of the torch, passing it along."

Vergil looked at the rune in his hand. It was as if the universe itself was provoking him, throwing a choice in his path that he couldn't ignore.

"Well, considering you already have my blood, probably nothing will change. You were already part of my bloodline anyway," Samael suddenly said, shrugging.

"Wait, what?" Vergil looked at him, realization dawning. "DAMN IT! NOW IT MAKES SENSE!" he shouted suddenly.

"Oh, so you knew something after all..." Samael remarked. "Well, this part of my memory is lost, so I don't have many details, but you're definitely a direct descendant," he said. "That's why we can communicate. Truly, destiny has its chosen ones," Samael continued.

"Well, my time is running out anyway. Take care, kid. We probably won't meet again," Samael said, beginning to disappear in small sparks of light.

"Wait, what do I do with this?" Vergil questioned, looking at the floating rune like a macabre pentagram.

"Just place it somewhere, it's already inside your soul, it doesn't make a difference," Samael said, waving his hand. "Until next time, kid!" He said, disappearing suddenly...

Vergil stared at the floating rune in his hand, his mind still processing everything that had just happened. "I really have a serious problem with the universe," he muttered, letting out a sigh.

"Damn..." He murmured to himself, gripping the rune in his hand. "Now it makes sense... The other bloodline was Lucifer's... But who..." He felt the growing warmth of the rune, as if something was connecting within his soul.

"My father was too weak to be a demon... and he was too righteous... I have few memories, but I'm sure nothing strange ever happened with him..." he murmured, gazing at the malevolent sanctuary.

"Where do I put this..." Vergil muttered, scanning the possible places... Until he looked up at the sky... as if it were instinctive...

"If this world is inside my soul, then the sky must be the barrier of my soul... but if my body and soul are one..." Vergil suddenly smiled and then hurled the rune directly toward the sky.

The moment it touched the "sky," the space around him seemed to pulse. The air around Vergil vibrated with intense energy, as though his soul was adjusting to a new reality.

The malevolent sanctuary began to tremble slightly, and Vergil felt a wave of heat rush through his body, as though his very essence was being altered. The rune fused with the sky, and an explosion of golden light enveloped the environment for a moment, blinding everything around him. When the light dissipated, a strange and powerful sensation took over Vergil. He could feel that something within his soul had changed forever.

"Yeah... this is it," Vergil murmured, a slow smile spreading across his face. He didn't know exactly what he had done, but he felt a deep connection to the moment. Something was stabilizing, something within him was finally being realized.

The sky, now brighter, seemed different. As though the space above him was an extension of his very soul. He felt stronger, more complete. The rune he had thrown now seemed to be part of his essence, an extension of what he represented.

"Now... I am who I was meant to be," Vergil said softly, a sense of power and fulfillment filling his being.

The sanctuary around him began to reorganize, its floating and ethereal structure molding to his new identity. No longer a mere demon, but something far greater. A bloodline was beginning to form, perhaps a new empire. But above all, he was the only one in control.

"Let's see how far this goes..." Vergil said to himself, with renewed confidence. "Now, I better go back."

Suddenly, Vergil opened his eyes back into the Demon World at the moment when Amon finished the ritual, or whatever it was he had been doing.

Vergil blinked a few times, his eyes still adjusting to the light of the Demon World, while he felt the vibration still running through his soul. The air around him felt different, denser, and filled with energy. He knew something inside him had changed, but he still didn't fully understand the implications of it. However, one thing was certain: he had taken the first step toward something greater.

Amon stood before him, finishing a ritual that seemed to have been carried out with calm, unwavering precision, but upon realizing that Vergil had returned, the older demon raised an eyebrow. "Interesting..." Amon murmured, observing Vergil with an approving gaze. "So, you actually succeeded. I was starting to think I'd lose you to your own ego."

Vergil, already tired of everything that had happened and with his patience at its limit, let out a deep sigh. He looked at Amon, his eyes half-closed, clearly uninterested. "Is this gonna take long? I'm tired of this. Finish it already."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Amon, seemingly unfazed by Vergil's attitude, gave a wry smile, maintaining his composure.

"Of course, of course..." Amon responded sarcastically, before turning toward the gathered demons. His posture gained gravitas as he began to speak.

He raised his hand and opened a red magic circle, then proclaimed, his imposing voice reverberating through the room. "I, Amon, declare that today... the Underworld witnesses the rise of a new King. The Fifth Demon King, Vergil Lucifer."

Everyone heard it... Absolutely every single soul that lived in the Underworld heard it... Yes... Now everyone knew...