My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Felicia froze, Sapphire's words slicing through the air like a sharp blade. She stared at the woman in front of her, unable to fully process what she had just heard. The impact was almost physical, like a punch to the gut.

"Wait…" Felicia murmured, her voice faltering as her mind struggled to absorb what had just been said. "You… did you just say that my son… is a freaking Demon King?" she questioned, her voice trembling with growing tension. Disbelief mingled with panic, but fear was now being replaced by a simmering anger—an anger she barely recognized in herself.

Sapphire simply smiled, unhurried, her gaze sharp as a knife. She moved slowly toward the glass table where Felicia stood, her smile widening in a nearly provocative way.

"The consequences of wanting so many women are finally catching up," Sapphire said lightly, as though she were merely observing an amusing game unfolding. She seemed to savor every word, as if baiting a reaction she already knew would come. "He's now arguably the biggest target in the entire supernatural world. That's why I'm here."

Felicia felt the pressure mounting, the reality of Sapphire's words forming like an impending storm. She had always known Vergil was special—but a Demon King? The word echoed in the room with an uncommon weight, and the gravity of it wasn't lost on her. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to grasp the magnitude of what Sapphire had just revealed.

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"This is a joke, right?" Felicia said at last, her voice growing sharper, more strained. "Vergil was never… never anything this big. This doesn't make any sense." Her mind raced, but she didn't want to accept the truth. Vergil, a Demon King?

Sapphire watched Felicia's reaction with an intrigued smile but said nothing immediately. She let the tension build, like a predator toying with its prey before pouncing. Finally, after a brief silence, she spoke with calm precision.

"Your son isn't entirely to blame. After all, it's my foolish daughter who started this mess. But now, what's done is done. So just accept it," she said before continuing. "Let's get to the real issue."

Sapphire locked eyes with Felicia, her expression turning more serious.

"Now that Vergil has drawn all this attention… your name is likely being investigated by the remaining factions," Sapphire revealed with a knowing smirk. "Angels, Fallen Angels, Witches, Heroes—and of course, the smaller ones like Werewolves, Vampires, and Spirits—they're all after your dear son… and you, naturally."

Felicia stared at Sapphire, trying to digest the cascade of revelations that seemed to crush any sense of safety she had left. "Me?" Felicia asked, frowning. "What could they possibly want with me? I'm just a CEO… a human."

Sapphire gave a cold, almost amused smile, crossing her arms as she leaned in slightly, like a predator ready to strike. "Human? Oh, darling, do you really think they believe that? You're the mother of the Demon King—the woman who gave birth to the being now at the center of all this chaos. Do you think that will go unnoticed?"

Felicia took a deep breath, her composure faltering under the weight of that accusation. "But… I have nothing to do with this. He is what he is because of his father. I didn't even know he had this side until—"

"Until now," Sapphire interrupted, cutting her off. "And that's all that matters. It doesn't matter what you knew or didn't know. What matters is what you represent. You're a direct link to him, and if they want to get to Vergil, you're the perfect gateway."

Felicia fell silent for a few moments, trying to organize her thoughts. The atmosphere felt heavier, as if the very air was conspiring against her. Sapphire, however, remained indifferent, as though this were just another routine situation for her.

"And what do you suggest I do?" Felicia finally asked, breaking the silence, though her voice betrayed the nervousness she tried to hide.

"I'm not here to make suggestions," Sapphire replied coolly, her gaze piercing. "I'm here to inform you. If you don't prepare, you will die. And that's not a threat; it's a certainty." She shrugged, as if discussing something trivial. "Angels, Fallen Angels, Witches, Heroes… they'd all love to use you as a pawn—or perhaps a convenient sacrifice—to weaken Vergil."

Felicia swallowed hard. She knew Sapphire was speaking the truth, as horrible as it was. There was no room for doubt. If she didn't act, she would be destroyed, and Vergil would bear the consequences.

"So, what's the plan?" Felicia asked, her voice firm, determined to regain control of the situation—though her tone suggested she was far more accustomed to handling corporate mergers than supernatural conspiracies.

Sapphire's lips curled into a mischievous smile, one that hinted she was about to say something Felicia definitely wouldn't like. "The plan is simple. You now have a personal babysitter… Isn't that right, Viola?" she said, looking toward the empty air in the room.

Felicia blinked, confused. "Babysitter? What are you talk—"

"Yes, ma'am. I will ensure Lady Felicia's safety at all costs," a calm, feminine voice said suddenly beside her.

"AH!" Felicia jumped so high she nearly toppled out of her chair, clutching her chest as though she had just narrowly survived a heart attack. Turning, she found a petite woman with perfectly styled purple hair in an immaculate bun. She wore a maid's uniform that looked like it belonged in a period drama, complete with a lace apron and an air of unnerving efficiency.

"Where did you—? How did you get in here?!" Felicia stammered, struggling to catch her breath as she pointed at the woman like she'd seen a ghost.

"Please, Lady Felicia, remain calm," Viola said serenely, bowing politely. "It's unhealthy for a lady of your stature to lose her composure like this. My job is to ensure your safety, which includes protecting your emotional well-being."

"My emotional well-being is going down the drain BECAUSE OF YOU!" Felicia snapped, still trying to process what had just happened.

Sapphire, meanwhile, was barely containing her laughter. "Viola has… a peculiar way of making an entrance. She's discreet. And efficient. You're going to love her—I call her my 'do-it-all' maid."

Felicia shot Sapphire a glare that could have killed. "Love her?! You nearly gave me a heart attack, Sapphire! What kind of 'security' is this?!"

"The kind that won't let anyone even THINK about hurting you," Viola replied calmly, pulling a feather duster out of nowhere and starting to clean a decorative shelf nearby. "While I'm here, your safety is my absolute priority. And, if necessary, I can neutralize threats while dusting your furniture."

Felicia opened her mouth to protest but then closed it again, utterly speechless. "This isn't normal," she finally said, looking at Sapphire as if begging for some kind of explanation.

"Normal?" Sapphire raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Darling, you're the mother of a Demon King. Forget normal. And enjoy Viola. She's… a gift."

"A gift?" Felicia repeated, incredulous. "You just gave me a ninja in a maid outfit as a gift?"

Viola smiled faintly. "I prefer the term 'highly qualified multifunctional protector.' But if you wish, I also brew tea and organize schedules."

Felicia buried her face in her hands, letting out a long sigh. "Great. Now I'm a businesswoman surrounded by demons, hunted by supernatural factions… and I have a babysitter who pops out of nowhere to remind me to stay hydrated. My life is officially out of control."

"Ah, she's finally catching on," Sapphire said, satisfied as she settled into a nearby chair. "Welcome to the club, darling. Now, I must go see a few important people—let's just say I have… special business with certain entities."

With that, Sapphire vanished, leaving Felicia alone with Viola, who was calmly polishing a lamp as if this were the most ordinary day in the world.

Felicia stared at the empty space where Sapphire had been, incredulous, before letting out an exasperated sigh. "Special business with important entities... Of course, because my life clearly needed more mystery and chaos. Why not?"

"If I may, Lady Felicia," Viola interjected in her calm, impeccable tone, "I could prepare a soothing infusion to help with stress. Or perhaps something stronger… a drink, maybe?"

Felicia narrowed her eyes at her. "I don't drink at work."

Viola smiled, unfazed. "Very well, tea it is. I can also organize your files, review your contracts, and check whether the security system has been compromised by supernatural factions. Where would you like me to start?"

Felicia leaned back in her chair, running her hands through her hair. "Start… by not appearing out of nowhere and nearly scaring me to death."

Viola tilted her head slightly, as though seriously considering the request. "Understood. Next time, I'll make a discreet announcement before materializing."

"Great," Felicia muttered, massaging her temples. "Because what I really needed was an etiquette-trained ninja working for me."

As Viola began meticulously cleaning a shelf that was already spotless, Felicia glanced at the pile of documents on her desk and sighed again. "Vergil can deal with his own problems. I've got enough demons in my life."

Without missing a beat, Viola casually remarked, "That's interesting, considering most of those 'problems' technically stem from the fact that he's your son."

Felicia shot her a glare sharp enough to cut steel. "Do you want to keep your job, Viola?"

"Oh, Lady Felicia," Viola replied with a serene smile. "I'm not employed. I'm assigned. But I do appreciate the sentiment."