My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 616
Chapter 616: They worked hard.
The city streets opened before Vergil as if the architecture itself were discreetly rearranging itself to receive him.
Blue lanterns of fire tilted as he passed.
Stone gargoyles moved their heads to follow him with their eyes.
The mana of the territory vibrated beneath his feet like a giant, submissive heart.
Katharina and Roxanne followed close behind, absorbing every detail—and there were a hell of a lot of details.
The city seemed to have been designed by someone obsessed with grandeur, gothic aesthetics, and the dangerous idea that Vergil deserved a level of reverence that not even Hell dared to give.
When they finally turned onto a street as wide as a fortress corridor, the trio stopped.
Not because they wanted to.
But because it was impossible not to stop.
Before them stood… the castle.
And calling it a castle was almost an insult.
It was a monolith of power.
A colossus of living obsidian.
A structure so immense it seemed to tear the sky in two.
Spiral towers that disappeared into crimson clouds.
Gates over one hundred and fifty meters high—each studded with runes that pulsed slowly, like a beating heart.
Gargoyles the size of dragons perched on the pillars.
Suspended walkways connecting the wings like gigantic webs made of black iron and crystal.
Colossal statues—all of him—lined up to the entrance, in poses ranging from “conquering king” to “apocalyptic entity that has no patience for gods.”
Vergil fell silent.
Katharina let out a low whistle, impressed despite herself.
“…okay?” She crossed her arms. “I know you said this has only existed for a few hours… but this easily surpasses the architecture of the Underworld capital.”
Roxanne clenched her fingers. “Not only does it surpass it. It humiliates it. The capital now looks like a medieval farm.”
Katharina agreed with a resigned sigh. “And the Bastion of Amon? Vergil… this makes the Bastion of Amon look like a luxury retirement community.”
Vergil scratched the back of his neck.
“I… didn’t ask for any of this.”
And it was true—he seemed more disconcerted than anyone there.
The castle’s aura pulsed, responding to his as if it were alive. And the closer they got, the stronger the feeling became. As if the heart of the city were inside that building.
Roxanne took his arm, her eyes shining.
“Honey… who builds this for you? Because I want the architect’s name. And probably the number too.”
He ignored the last part—with effort—and advanced up the gigantic steps leading to the main gate. Each step resonated like muffled thunder on the black stone. Katharina looked around, fascinated and uneasy at the same time.
“And there’s something else… this doesn’t look like it was made by ordinary demons. Not even by elites. It looks… coordinated. Calculated. Built to last hundreds of thousands of years.”
Vergil replied without stopping:
“I noticed that too.”
The door began to open on its own—slowly, almost reverently, as if afraid of disappointing its owner.
The air that escaped from within was dense, laden with pure, ancient… familiar mana.
Katharina touched his shoulder.
“You’re feeling it too, aren’t you? The whole city recognizes you as sovereign.”
Vergil frowned.
Yes. I was feeling it.
Every stone.
Every rune.
Every inch of mana in that territory.
It was as if everything had been molded for him.
There was only one problem:
“This wasn’t Selene.” He murmured.
Roxanne moved closer. “How do you know?”
“Because Selene isn’t arrogant enough to put me on a throne this size.”
The gate finished opening with a soft thud.
The interior of the castle revealed a colossal corridor, lined with black marble and red crystal, illuminated by blue flames that floated in the air like obedient souls.
And at the end of the corridor, exactly on the line dividing light and shadow…
…a female silhouette awaited.
Quietly.
Calmly.
As if she had been waiting for hours.
Or centuries.
Vergil narrowed his eyes.
“She’s there.”
Katharina and Roxanne tensed immediately.
The figure stepped forward, revealing elegant curves, long hair, the ancient mark on her chest, and a deep gaze that seemed to pierce the soul.
Selene.
But something was wrong.
Very wrong.
And Vergil felt a chill run down his spine.
“Let’s go in,” he said softly.
Then he strode down the colossal corridor, ready to hear the explanation of the one who had transformed his chaotic forest into an empire worthy of an absolute sovereign god.
The gigantic gate slammed shut behind them with a deep, muffled—almost respectful—bang.
The corridor was so vast that the floating blue flames looked like tiny stars marking the path.
Vergil walked slowly, hands in his pockets, as if he were entering his own room and not a fortress worthy of a supreme god.
Roxanne and Katharina followed closely, tense, alert, searching for any trap, any strange movement.
Until they reached the main hall.
And then… they stopped.
The ceiling was so high it disappeared into the darkness.
Gigantic columns supported arches of obsidian and red crystal.
Carpets as long as rivers stretched to the elevated platform…
…where a throne awaited.
And on it, reclining with the lazy elegance of someone who knows exactly who she is and needs no further proof…
Selene.
But she didn’t seem like the Selene who guarded the territory.
Nor the gentle, analytical, and restrained Selene.
She was… different.
Her hair shone brighter.
Her eyes had an even stronger lunar depth.
Her posture was… imperial.
Like someone who—if she wanted—could command the moon to fall from the sky just to prove a point.
Vergil chuckled softly, like someone catching a child misbehaving.
“Looks like you had fun.” “What happened here, Artemis?” he said, stepping up a step.
Katharina froze.
Roxanne blinked hard.
They both looked at Vergil at the same time, as if he had just said the sun is made of cheese.
“Artemis?” Katharina asked, incredulous. “Honey… why are you calling Selene Artemis?”
Roxanne added: “Is that some kind of nickname? Some inside joke? I’m lost.”
Vergil stopped mid-way, turning his face to them with such absurd nonchalance that it only irritated them more.
His smile was small, but full of that insolent charm that only he possessed.
“Didn’t you know?”
They both widened their eyes.
Selene on the throne raised her chin, opening a smile that carried white light and silent darkness at the same time. An ancient, deep aura, a goddess among goddesses.
Her voice echoed through the hall: “Looks like he finally told me. Even though he told me not to call him that anymore.”
And then the hidden weight of the name fell upon the girls like a lightning bolt.
Artemis.
The huntress goddess.
Apollo’s twin sister.
One of the oldest Olympians.
A deity who never bowed.
Not to Zeus.
Not to anyone.
The colossal door closed behind them, sealing the hall with a deep echo—like a giant heart beating only once. The throne, the light, the divine-demonic aura… all of that had already been a huge shock.
But then Selene—Artemis—took a deep breath, raised her face, and said in that centuries-old voice:
“Could you not keep using that name?”
Vergil raised an eyebrow, curious.
Selene crossed her legs on the throne with an irritatingly elegant grace, tilted her head, and made an offended pout.
“After everything I’ve done… you still want to tease me like this? Wow, you’re so mean.”
Her smile was… sly. Painfully sly. Like a cat pretending to be upset to get affection.
She turned to Katharina and Roxanne.
“Nothing’s changed. Just call me Selene.”
Her expression darkened, filled with wounded, old pride.
“Artemis died when I left Olympus and allied myself with the Underworld. I’m more demon than goddess now.”
Katharina let out a long sigh, bringing her hand to her face.
“Wow, darling… you could have said so.”
She thought, with a hint of inner despair: Great. Another woman to watch over. Another beautiful vixen in my husband’s orbit. Perfect.
Roxanne crossed her arms, pouting.
“What a nasty surprise.”
Vergil just laughed—that soft laugh, laden with sarcasm and charm.
“So… are you going to explain what happened?” he asked, staring at Selene with sharp eyes. “Because, in all honesty… I highly doubt you did all this alone.”
Selene smiled.
Not a normal smile.
A dangerously proud smile.
Worthy of someone who screwed up on a historic level and found it funny.
“This is your spider and your cow’s fault.”
Vergil winked.
“Excuse me, what?”
Selene clapped her hands loudly.
“Hey, you two bitches! Come here!”
The sound echoed throughout the entire castle.
And immediately—IMMEDIATELY—the ground shook.
But not a gentle tremor.
Not a heavy footstep.
It was as if something enormous was rushing down the stairs.
And at the same time… there was another sound.
A trrrrRRRRRRRrr of wires being tensioned, vibrating like steel cables about to snap.
Vergil turned his head to the side—and saw shadows taking over the window.
The first to appear was Rize.
In spider form.
She was gigantic—legs as long as spears, abdomen glowing in demonic patterns, her multiple eyes like living rubies.
As soon as she saw Vergil, she froze.
Literally stopped.
And slowly… her body changed.
It folded.
It shrank.
It molded itself.
The dark, segmented skin opened like the petals of a carnivorous flower, revealing curves… many curves… that emerged as if sculpted by pure lust.
In seconds, Rize was there:
A mature woman, a perfect body on the verge of sin—thick thighs, a thin waist, indecent hips, heavy, provocative breasts. Long, shiny purple hair, red eyes that were half hunger, half adoration.
She leaned against the window like a succubus that had just awakened.
“My master…” she murmured, her voice laden with desire, reproach, and longing all at once. “Finally.”
But before Vergil could respond—
BOOOOM… BOOM… BOOM…
Footsteps.
Enormous footsteps.
From the opposite side.
Vergil turned and found the second source of the noise:
Vanny.
Literally.
She exploded down the corridor—a gigantic woman, with gleaming horns, muscular legs, skin as hot as a bonfire, bright caramel eyes… and utterly pornographic breasts swaying as she ran.
Her body seemed sculpted to carry weight, protect, crush enemies… and crush its owner too, if he wanted.
The moment she saw Vergil, she grinned so wide she looked like she was going to cry.
“MY MASTER!!”
And she simply shot toward him.
Katharina and Roxanne swallowed hard at the same time.
Selene leaned back on her throne, arms crossed, completely satisfied with the chaos she had created.
“You thought this castle came about how? Magic? Manual labor? Good intentions?”
She raised a finger, theatrically.
“No. I put these two to work.”
Rize licked her lips, looking Vergil up and down.
“You disappear for a few days… and when you come back… you’re even more delicious.”
Vany reached him, almost picking him up like a little child.
“I missed you every single day! Every single day! I built seventeen dimensional-sized barns just to make sure the city had food!”
Roxanne murmured softly:
“…why is she saying this like it’s romantic?”
Katharina, with an emotional thread on the verge of snapping, whispered:
“Honey… I’ve given up trying to understand.”
Selene clapped again, smiling as if this chaos were her favorite symphony.
“Now that everyone’s here… let’s begin the explanation.”
Vergil took a deep breath.
He looked at Rize.
He looked at Vanny.
He looked at the immense castle.
He looked at Selene on the throne.
And murmured:
“Okay. This is going to be long.”
Selene nodded. “Extremely.”