My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 269: A very poorly made piece...

"All this red..." Vergil finally murmured, completely mesmerized.

Sapphire smiled like a woman who knew exactly the effect she was having. She walked around Vergil with the feline grace of an experienced predator, her heels softly echoing on the floor — each step, a threat wrapped in silk.

'She's... trying to provoke me?' Vergil thought, feeling the knot in his throat tighten. She was dressed more elaborately than usual, vibrant, intense. As if she had dressed specifically to ignite something in him... or to remind him of what he no longer deserved to touch.

"You seem speechless," she said with casual disdain, not even looking at him directly, as if she were speaking to the old version of Vergil, not the hesitant man before her. "Well... considering how much you've settled, I guess you no longer notice the woman by your side, do you?"

Vergil tried to open his mouth, a timid gesture of defense.

"No. Silence." She turned abruptly, her eyes sharp as blades. "You had time. Years, Vergil. Years to speak, to act, to fight for us. And me? I stayed quiet. I molded myself. Became that... well-behaved doll. The sweet wife. Your smiling shadow."

She paused for a moment, staring at him coldly.

"But it seems I got lost in it."

As Sapphire's voice filled the room with its blazing presence, a curious whisper echoed from the staircase.

"Hey... what did you do?" Viviane asked, startled, as she saw Viola and Novah enter from the side, their eyes widening as they saw Sapphire descending like a reborn goddess of war.

Viola crossed her arms, lifting her chin with a smile of pure satisfaction. "I brought my mistress back." She puffed her chest out proudly. "The real mistress is dominant, not that varnished puppy you called a wife. She kills with a look, destroys with a smile. This is the real Sapphire."

Novah let out a long sigh, with a look somewhere between apprehensive and resigned. "I'm too late..." she murmured, crossing her arms. "She wants to bring that demon back..."

"She is the demon back," Viviane corrected, almost in reverence. "Look at her..."

Meanwhile, Sapphire continued her monologue as though the gazes around her were mere details.

"You tried to erase me, Vergil. Patience, silence, tenderness. All of that poisoned me. But now, I'm bleeding my truth again. And you? You'll look... and swallow it down."

"Sweetheart... did you hit your head somewhere?" Vergil dared to say, raising an eyebrow, trying to maintain composure — or maybe just trying to avoid the emotional punch she had just thrown.

But Sapphire didn't even blink.

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"Ah, so you still know how to speak." She let out a dry laugh, sharp as glass. "And of course, the first thing that comes out of your mouth is a pathetic attempt to discredit me. Typical."

Vergil tried to argue, but she raised a finger — and the gesture was sharper than any sword he had ever wielded.

"No. Be quiet. You had years to speak, remember? Now it's my turn." She moved closer, stopping just a few steps from him, the sweet and dangerous scent filling the air. "You know what's funny? I got so lost in trying to be the woman you wanted... that I almost forgot how delicious it is to be the woman I am."

She gave a half-smile, cruel and seductive.

"The one who walks into a room and silences everyone. The one who makes kings tremble and monsters kneel. That's who I am. Not the convenient wife you shaped to fit your emotional comfort zone."

Vergil stared at her, confused, almost alarmed. "Sapphire... what are you doing?"

"I'm rising again, dear." She circled around him like a predator sizing up its prey. "You married me thinking you could tame me. What a joke. And the worst part? I let you think that."

She stopped behind him and whispered close to his ear:

"But now... you'd better remember who I am. Before you end up just another one of those who underestimated me."

Across the room, Viviane, completely absorbed in the moment, was still watching, her eyes almost glowing with admiration for the theatricality Sapphire displayed. "She's going to kill him with style," she murmured, enchanted, her voice full of admiration. It wasn't just Sapphire's aesthetic that fascinated her, but the way she took control of the space and the emotions of everyone around her. Viviane, with her calculating nature, could almost see the exact moment when Vergil would begin to lose control.

Viola, who stood off to the side, smiled with a gleam in her eyes. "My mistress affects everyone with her beauty, even married women," she said cheerfully, her voice filled with pride as if she were talking about a masterpiece she had helped create. Viola's confidence seemed unshakable — to her, Sapphire had always been a force of nature. For Viola, the family dynamics and the arguments were mere details; what mattered was the power that radiated from that woman.

But in the midst of all this, Novah, the most rational and introspective of the group, didn't seem as impressed. She furrowed her brow and looked around, trying to understand what was going on, as if the situation were a low-budget movie. It was as though all this power play felt like a farce to her.

"I just want to understand... what happened here?" Novah asked, her eyes moving between the others, trying to find some logic behind what was happening. She knew each person there had their own motivations, but this... seemed off, exaggerated. "We're all here, playing this game, but... what's the real purpose behind it? I just see a poorly rehearsed act trying to make itself seem grand."

Her gaze shifted to Vergil, who was clearly tangled in Sapphire's web of words, and then back to the other women in the room, as if waiting for some logical explanation for the chaos. She, who always sought deep reasons behind any action, didn't understand how the others could be so willing to surrender to the moment as if it were natural. She felt like there was something more — something the others either couldn't see or were blinded to by the spectacle.

"Seriously... is this just a big joke or are we in a test of patience?" she added, crossing her arms, her tone drier and more incisive than usual.

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[Romania... Castle of the Vampire King, Alucard.]

The imposing castle of Alucard, the Vampire King, stands as a monument of stone and history, an architectural structure from centuries past, but with a subtle touch of modernity. While its walls are made of dark stone, its interiors are a fusion of antiquity and technology.

The air around seems thick with mystery, but as one enters the fortress, the energy is surprisingly lively and dynamic.

Inside, employees of various species — vampires, humans, and even rarer supernatural creatures — move with efficiency. The soft light from modern lamps blends with the natural glow of the flaming torches that decorate the corridors. The glass windows are covered with heavy curtains, keeping the sunlight at bay, while high-tech monitors display graphs and maps, overlaying the gothic environment of the building. There is a fascinating contrast between the old and the new, as if time, in some way, respects the order that Alucard has established in his domain.

Employees, dressed in elegant clothing, perform their tasks quietly and meticulously. Some monitor security around the castle, others keep records on advanced computers, while the more specialized — such as the mages — conduct spells to maintain magical protection around the property. Everything is monitored in real-time, with information displayed on holographic screens and crafted with arcane technology. The castle itself seems to pulse with energy, as if it were alive, in constant vigilance.

Alucard's office is the command center of this dark empire. The space is vast, with large windows revealing a stunning view of the snow-covered mountain landscape, a sight that never loses its grandeur, even after the centuries of existence of the castle. The furniture is ancient, but the devices controlling the communication and security of the castle are cutting-edge. In the back, a lit fireplace keeps the temperature mild, its fire softly resonating, but without interfering with the cold nature of the place.

In his black leather chair, Alucard observes a holographic screen floating in front of him. The blue glow of the screen illuminates his face, highlighting the details of his vampiric appearance: pale skin, red eyes, and long silver hair cascading like curtains of silver around him. He is calm, yet vigilant, always alert to any movement within his domain.

At this moment, the door to his office opens quietly, interrupting his focus. A female figure enters without ceremony, her imposing posture indicating that she holds a respected position within Alucard's court. She is an advisor, a vampire with short dark hair and eyes that reflect the glow of blood. She carries a metallic folder, modern in contrast to her medieval attire.

"My lord," she begins, slightly bowing her head in respect, but her posture is not submissive. "Azazel has sent the details you requested about the Demon King, Vergil Lucifer."

Alucard raises an eyebrow, his red eyes glowing with interest. He relaxes in his chair, gesturing with his hand for her to approach and hand over the information.

The advisor steps forward with steady steps, and in a fluid motion, she opens the folder, pulling out a medium-sized holographic screen that she places on Alucard's desk. She presses a button, and soon the information begins to project into the air: images of Vergil Lucifer, his deeds, and crucial details about his demonic lineage and the recent rise of his power.

"Vergil Lucifer," the advisor begins, her voice carrying both respect and caution. "He is the latest Demon King, a being of immeasurable power. His deeds include the destruction of several infernal factions and the extermination of those who dared to challenge him. What is even more intriguing, my lord, is that he has recently aligned himself with powerful figures, including Black Mamba, whom we know to be an extraordinary warrior. Their connection may be... strategic."

Alucard watches the projection attentively. The name Vergil Lucifer echoes in his mind, a recent legend that he feels may have deeper implications than it appears. He leans slightly forward, his eyes fixed on the images of Vergil.

"I find a request for an audience such as this... intriguing," Alucard says with an almost enigmatic calm. "Vergil Lucifer... The Demon King. A young man in this world, and already he seeks to speak with the greatest?"

He leans back in his chair, reflecting for a moment. "We need to know more. Let me see further details of his lineage and any movements he has made recently. And prepare a warm reception for him, I believe he will bring someone strong with him."

"Yes, my lord..." She says, bowing. "And what about... that matter?" she questions next.

"Send some scouts to keep an eye on him. If any of the vampires disappear, inform me immediately," he speaks as he looks at her. "I will take care of eliminating those little rats." He says, and she bows.