My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 618

Chapter 618: Let’s make some oyakodon! Please!
The blue flames flickered a little more intensely, as if reacting to the grave tone Vergil had adopted. He ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and stared at Selene with a weariness as old as the underworld itself.

“As long as these demons live their lives in peace… and serve me only when I need them… it’s all right.”

He made a vague gesture toward the floating map. “They don’t need to be on their knees all day or sing hymns or… whatever they’re doing.”

Selene smiled, satisfied like a shop owner showing off her display case.

“They live normally. They work, build, train, take care of their own things.” She rested her elbow on the arm of the throne. “And they’re useful. Very useful. Everything I need or ask, they do without hesitation. So… it’s all right.”

Roxanne still seemed bothered by the fact that so many demons wanted Vergil’s attention, but she said nothing. Katharina was hypothetically planning to assassinate half the female population, but she kept that to herself.

Vany just wagged her tail, too content to understand the tension.

Vergil then crossed his arms. “Alright. Now… where are my three generals?”

Selene raised an eyebrow. “Gwen, Kaori, and Valerie?”

“Yes.”

The goddess snapped her fingers. The projection shifted to the city’s outskirts: remote, mountainous, arid regions, where the mana seemed so dense the air trembled.

“They’re training. In the isolated camps they’ve formed outside the primary territory.” Selene turned to him. “They should be back soon. Do you want me to summon them?”

Vergil shook his hand slowly. “No. I just wanted to know if they were alright.”

Rize commented casually, “They helped with a lot, Master. With defenses, with mana containment, with coordinating newly arrived demons…”

Selene added, “But overall, they’re just training. Non-stop. Ever since the day you left with the girls.” She sighed, shaking her head. “The three of them think they’ve become useless. That you always solve everything alone.”

Vergil closed his eyes for a moment. If someone could transform introspective frustration into music, he would be playing a sad piano at that moment.

“It’s normal.” He opened his eyes again. “Sometimes I… do too much. And if I step over them, it’s natural that they think they’re useless.”

Katharina nudged him with her elbow. “At least you realize that.”

“Yes.” He exhaled deeply. “I’ll let them work harder on the next missions. They don’t need to carry the weight of the world… but they need to feel like they’re part of my path.”

Selene smiled softly, proudly. “That will make them happy.”

Vergil then stared intently at Selene.

She raised her chin. “Alright… what do you want now?”

His tone changed. Low. Firm. Dangerous.

“I want you to send each of them after one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”

The entire hall seemed to hold its breath.

Selene blinked slowly, analyzing.

“Conquest.” She raised her first finger. “War.” The second finger. And the third… “Famine.”

Vergil nodded. “I want the power of the three remaining ones.”

For a moment, no one spoke.

Until Rize broke the silence with a lascivious and excited smile: “This will be fun.”

Katharina merely crossed her arms, calculating the dangers.

Roxanne blinked slowly—the expression of someone who understands exactly the magnitude of the madness.

Vanny vibrated with excitement as if someone had promised her an amusement park.

And Selene?

Selene laughed.

A slow, low laugh, utterly satisfied.

“Vergil…” She rested her face in her hand. “You don’t just want to be strong. You want to be inevitable.”

He stared at her with his usual calm—that calm that heralded catastrophes.

“I want nothing to ever take you away from me. Not from above, not from below, not from anywhere.” He clenched his fists. “And for that… I need them.”

Selene rose from her throne, tracing a circle of mana in the air.

“Consider it done. I’ll send direct orders to Gwen, Kaori, and Valerie.”

She turned to him with a dangerous little smile. “But be warned… each of these Knights is a walking calamity.”

Vergil smirked. “Great. They wanted to work, so they’ll work well. I’m leaving now, I’ll be back later to talk,” Vergil said smiling as he opened a teleportation circle straight home.

Selene looked at him and sighed, “Be careful,” she said, and Vergil laughed, “Let’s go,” he said to Katharina and Roxanne who followed him.

The three teleportation passages closed behind them, and the comfortable silence of Sapphire’s mansion filled the air—until a very strange sound broke everything.

“Hic… hhic… sniff…”

Vergil stopped in the middle of the staircase.

Katharina frowned.

Roxanne raised an eyebrow.

Because there, right at the entrance, fallen on the marble floor like a princess defeated by her own bottle, was Sapphire.

Completely.

Absolutely drunk.

Her face was red, her eyes blurry, her long hair disheveled, and a bottle still rolled slowly beside her as she moved her arm.

Katharina took a step forward, genuinely shocked.

“…mother?”

It was the first time she had seen her mother like this.

The Queen of Chaos, the Maddest and Most Possessive Demon, the Demon of Absolute Strength…

…crying and sobbing like a teenager who’d been dumped.

“Is this… possible?” Katharina murmured, completely incredulous.

“I thought alcohol evaporated just by getting near her,” Roxanne commented, equally shocked.

Vergil approached slowly, like someone approaching a wounded magical animal that could kill the entire continent if it scared them.

“Sapphire?”

Sapphire slowly raised her head.

Her blue eyes—normally cold, calculating, and gleaming with power—now looked like two drunken puddles about to collapse.

She looked at Vergil.

Then she looked at Katharina.

Then she looked at the two of them together.

And then…

She flashed a smile completely out of sync with her dignity.

“My husband…”

Vergil froze.

Katharina froze.

Roxanne’s mouth dropped open in slow motion.

Sapphire raised her arms toward her son-in-law as if he were a hero who had just returned from war.

“I was wa… waeering for you… hic…”

She pointed a trembling finger at Katharina.

And then, in a drawn-out, cheerful, and utterly immoral voice, she blurted out:

“Let’s make an oyakodon with my little girl…”

Silence.

A silence so profound that the entire underworld must have stopped to listen.

Katharina froze completely.

“MO-MOM!?” she screamed, her face exploding red, her soul trying to leave her body.

Roxanne fell to her knees laughing, clutching her stomach.

Vergil closed his eyes tightly, as if he had taken a psychic arrow directly to the brain.

“Sapphire… you’re too drunk to talk.”

But she continued, very excited, with that motherly smile that shouldn’t exist in any context:

“But of course! Virgil, you hottie, come here… I… I miss you…”

She tried to get up. “It’s been… sooooo long since we had sex…”

She immediately fell again.

Katharina ran over, scandalized.

“MOM!! DON’T SAY THAT!! WHAT— WHAT— WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DRINK!?”

Sapphire hugged her daughter’s leg like a desperate koala.

“I drank what was in Sepphirothy’s bottle… I think it was primordial demonic blood… hehe… you look so beautiful… daughter, let’s share your hubby today…”

Vergil put his hand to his face.

“I wanted to understand what my mother was thinking, letting whatever that primal demonic blood is near someone like that woman.”

Roxanne was still laughing on the floor, tears streaming down her face.

Katharina was trying to drag her mother inside—in vain, because Sapphire was now hugging her whole body like a needy octopus.

Sapphire murmured, overjoyed:

“I love you both… and I feel like… hic… oyakodon…”

Vergil sighed deeply.

Very deeply.

More deeply than any mortal should be capable of.

“Someone get some water. And a bucket. And maybe an exorcism team.”

Sapphire raised her hand as if about to make a toast.

“A toast to my hubby—!”

And she immediately fainted, falling into her daughter’s lap.

Katharina stood still, holding that mountain of an unconscious woman, while she slowly looked at Vergil.

“…no. I refuse. I’ll never recover from this.”

Roxanne rolled on the floor laughing.

Vergil rubbed his temples. He then went to Sapphire and picked her up.

“Yay! My hubby is going to eat me!!”

Katharina almost died on the spot.

“MO-MOM FOR THE LOVE OF— VERGIL, DO SOMETHING!!”

“I’m literally doing it, Katharina,” Vergil grumbled as he adjusted Sapphire in his lap, because the drunken demon was as heavy as a collapsed star. “But she’s not helping.”

Sapphire hugged his neck, laughing like a lovestruck teenager.

“Hehehe… Vergil… you’re so… so… hot… you should… hmmm… you should sleep with me and Katharina tonight… it’s so good when family loves each other…”

“STOP SAYING ‘FAMILY’ IN THIS CONTEXT!!” Katharina roared, almost choking on her own embarrassment.

Roxanne had already turned into a hysterical gremlin on the floor, hugging her stomach while crying with laughter.

She tried to say something, but could only manage noises that sounded like a mixture of dolphin and pig.

Vergil took a deep breath.

Very deep.

“Okay. Katharina.”

“W-WHAT—ME??”

“Open the doors. Please. I’ll take your mother to her room before she wakes the neighborhood with… this.”

“THIS? YOU MEAN THE FACT THAT SHE SUGGESTED A—”

“Katharina. Door.”

The redhead opened her mouth to protest further—but Sapphire, still clinging to Vergil’s neck, turned her face toward her daughter and smiled with the most dangerous sweetness in the underworld.

“Daughter… you’re such a beautiful girl… you should spend more time in your husband’s lap… you two are such a good match…”

“MO-MOTHER FOR THE LOVE OF THE INFERNAL LORDS—”

“KATHARINA.

DOOR.” Vergil’s tone now had enough authority to make even mountains raise their hands in surrender.

Katharina swallowed hard, turned her back, and marched to the mansion’s double doors, opening them with such force that she almost ripped the hinges off.

Vergil passed through them carrying Sapphire, who swung her feet in the air, humming some song that probably didn’t even exist.

Each step seemed to reinforce the fact that this was, without a doubt, the most humiliating mission of his life.

When they reached the second-floor lobby, Sapphire slid one hand across his chest, completely unfiltered.

“Vergil… you should kiss me… I really miss you…”

“NO,” Katharina shouted behind them, almost tripping. “DON’T KISS HER!! DON’T TOUCH HER!! DON’T LET HER SPEAK!!!”

“It would be easier if you stopped yelling after me,” Vergil retorted, controlling his breathing as he climbed the last flight of stairs.

Sapphire, of course, wasn’t helping.

She rested her forehead on his shoulder, murmuring with a drunken grin:

“Hmmm… Vergil… you smell so good… want to sleep with me… and Katharina… Katharina is so cute…”

“I’M GOING TO JUMP OFF THE BALCONY,” Katharina yelled. “I SWEAR BY ALL THE ENTITIES THAT I WILL.”

Roxanne appeared below, leaning on the railing, laughing even harder.

“Don’t jump! Wait until I record first!”

“ROXANNE!!!”

Vergil finally reached the hallway and pushed open Sapphire’s bedroom door with his shoulder.

“There,” he murmured. “Let’s end this torture.”

He carried her to the bed, still muttering indecent and incoherent nonsense—but too weak for anything else.

When he placed her on the mattress, Sapphire let out a deep sigh and tugged at the pillow like it was a teddy bear.

Katharina followed him in, blushing to her core.

“I… I’ll never look at my mother the same way again.”

“Yeah. Probably not,” Vergil replied curtly.

Sapphire turned to her side, hugging the pillow with a silly grin.

“Hmmm… my darling husband…”

Vergil pointed at her.

“She’ll sleep. Tie the windows shut, take any bottles away and put water next to her. Tomorrow she’ll wake up thinking she’s been run over by a dragon.”

Katharina nodded, dizzy.

Roxanne appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame, still sobbing with laughter.

“I love this family.”

“Shut up,” Katharina growled, covering her face with her hands.

Vergil sighed.

Again.

With the weight of a thousand years of patience being eroded by a drunken demon.

“Come on. Before she wakes up and says something else traumatic.”

Vergil took one last look… ‘An oyakodon… well, if Katharina doesn’t want it, maybe Ada and Raphaeline together? Roxanne and Stella?… What am I thinking, they’re too proud to want something like that’