My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 620

Chapter 620: Family Feud
The darkness of the abyss seemed to swallow any remaining light as Sepphirothy walked slowly, holding the agonizing—yet dangerously divine—body of her own mother. Lilith, even in her decaying and diminished form, radiated an ancient aura that made the air heavy, almost alive. The silence there was not just the absence of sound… it was respect, fear, and witness.

Neberius followed behind, silently, until he could no longer bear it.

“Sepph… are you sure about this?” His voice trembled, something very rare. “Bringing her back… this surpasses any ideal you have ever defended. This woman is Lilith. The Lilith. The Goddess of Demons.”

Sepphirothy did not slow her pace. Her gaze was calm, almost cold. Her touch firm as she carried the body, like someone holding something precious—not an imminent danger.

“Keep quiet about this,” she replied. “No one can know. Not the Archons. Not Vergil. Not even Hell itself.”

Neberius frowned. “I support your cause, you know I do. But… this is madness. Lilith isn’t just any demon. She was Lucifer’s ultimate weapon. The matrix of an entire destructive race. She—”

“—She was just a tool.” Sepphirothy cut in, her voice low but sharp as a blade. “Just like I was. Just like you were. Lucifer used us all. She won’t cause any trouble.”

Neberius almost laughed nervously. “Sepph, she was used as… like a living demon factory! Turned into an eternal womb to implement the will of that sick demon angel! She’ll want revenge. Against everything. Against everyone.”

Sepphirothy stopped. For a moment, only the distant sound of the abyss breathing enveloped them.

Then she looked at her unconscious mother in her arms… and smiled. A calm smile. A dangerous smile. “She has nothing left to avenge,” she murmured.

“I’ll take care of it. She’ll go through a resocialization process.”

Neberius’s eyes widened. “Resocialization!? She’s not a chaotic child you’re going to re-educate! She’s—”

“I know exactly who she is.”

Sepphirothy’s gaze lifted, and at that moment, it seemed as if the abyss curved around her. It wasn’t just determination. It wasn’t just ambition.

It was possession. A silent promise that everything she held in her arms would never be lost again.

Neberius swallowed hard.

“Then tell me at least… why? What’s the logic in this? What do you intend to bring a Demonic Goddess back into the world? And how did you even know she was here at the bottom of the abyss?”

A heavy silence fell. Sepphirothy simply adjusted Lilith in her lap, as if it were something natural, an affectionate gesture—and utterly unsettling.

“I can’t talk about it now.”

Neberius felt a shiver run down his spine. Because the answer wasn’t a political refusal… it was an emotional one. And mainly because, judging by Sepphirothy’s gaze, the whole world was about to go to war again—and she was planning every step.

The demon then narrowed her eyes, staring at that overly gentle smile.

“Sepph… is this because of Vergil?” The question leaked out like poison.

Sepphirothy stopped walking. Her smile widened, and zero words came out of her mouth. She didn’t need to answer. The truth was in the silence. And Neberius understood.

Neberius just sighed, defeated. “…we’re going to die.”

Darkness closed in behind them like a living door, whispering ancient dangers, but Sepphirothy walked forward with the serenity of someone carrying their own destiny in their arms.

Neberius was still trying to absorb all of that when Sepphirothy finally spoke again. Her voice was low, yet so firm that the air seemed to crystallize around her.

“Neberius… I really wanted to explain.”

The other demon looked up, surprised. Sepphirothy rarely admitted weakness.

“Truly,” Sepphirothy continued, looking at Lilith with a disturbing affection. “I wanted to tell you everything. I wanted to say why, how… and especially ‘to whom’.”

She took a deep breath. A breath that seemed to gather the shadows around her and bend them to her will.

“But I can’t. Not yet. The slightest carelessness now could compromise everything.”

Neberius pressed his lips together. It was a mixture of worry and resignation—he knew Sepphirothy well enough to know that when she spoke like this, there was no room for error.

“Are you afraid someone will find out?”

A slow, almost ironic smile curved Sepphirothy’s lips. “Afraid? No.”

Her gaze shone with an intensity that made the abyss itself stir. “Caution. Because now… every move counts.”

Neberius felt his heart clench.

Sephirothy then looked ahead—toward that infinite void where the abyss ended and something even more ancient began.

“Lilith was part of the plan.” She lifted her mother’s body slightly, reverently. “An essential part, but still… only a part.”

Neberius frowned. “What more do you need?”

Sepphirothy smiled as if contemplating an entire chessboard, with all the pieces in position.

“Now…” She murmured. “All that’s left is to find where the Seven Deadly Sins were hidden.”

…

The afternoon sun beat down perfectly on the mansion’s pool, reflecting golden hues in the water as Vergil reclined on a lounge chair, finally having a moment of peace after… basically a month of continuous insanity.

Raphaeline was at the edge of the pool, feet in the water, letting her hair dry in the sun. Ada was floating with her eyes closed, completely surrendered to the pleasant warmth on her skin. Roxanne, of course, was wearing enormous sunglasses, sipping juice as if she were in a five-star resort—and honestly, with Sapphire’s mansion, it was almost that. “Vergil,” Raphaeline called, leaning slightly toward him, “you’re… surprisingly calm today. It’s almost strange.”

“Yeah,” said Ada, lying in the water with minimal effort. “You’re not cutting anyone in half, destroying things, saving wives, defeating gods, traveling between realms, or killing idiots in love with me. It’s… new.”

Vergil raised an eyebrow. “I can just exist, you know?”

Roxanne laughed from the other side. “You can, but when you exist, someone usually loses their head. Sometimes literally.”

“Speaking of heads,” Ada commented, opening one eye to look at her mother, “you and that ‘you can call me dad’ joke aren’t funny at all. Just so you know.”

Raphaeline put her hand to her chest as if offended. “I thought it was hilarious. Besides, you’re the one who encouraged that comment.”

“I DIDN’T—!” Ada slapped the water, splashing it everywhere.

Vergil sighed, putting his arm behind his head. “You really need to get a hobby that doesn’t involve tormenting me.”

Raphaeline gave a soft smile. “Our hobby is you.”

“Yes, darling,” Roxanne added unceremoniously. “Get used to it.”

Vergil closed his eyes for a moment. The sun beat down warmly, the water reflected a pleasant glow, and for the first time in a long time, no one was screaming, bleeding, dying, or trying to destroy the world.

It was… almost comfortable.

Almost.

“THEN WHAT’S THE POINT OF HAVING A MOTHER?!” The scream came from inside the mansion like thunder crashing through walls.

It wasn’t just any scream.

It was Sapphire’s voice… and when Sapphire screamed like that, even ancient demons considered praying.

Vergil opened his eyes instantly.

Katharina rushed past immediately afterward, completely beside herself, her face red with frustration, her eyes filled with tears she tried to hide as if they were poison.

“Katharina?” Vergil stood up immediately, already walking towards her.

But before he could take two steps, Novah, Katharina’s maid and personal assistant, appeared behind her, running with the desperate agility of someone trying to stop the planet from exploding.

“LADY KATHARINA! WAIT! YOUR MOTHER DIDN’T—”

“SHUT UP, NOVAH!” Katharina’s voice cut through like pure steel. Without even looking back.

She ran up the stairs to the second-floor hallway, stamping her feet with the same force as someone holding a hurricane in their chest.

Vergil took another step to follow her—

And a shadow moved near the pool door.

Viola emerged as if she had always been there, leaning against the door frame, her expression too serious even for her standards. “Leave her alone,” Viola said, crossing her arms. “If you go after her now, it will only make things worse.”

Vergil turned to her, his gaze narrowed.

“She and her mother had a fight,” Viola continued bluntly. “Bad.”

The air grew heavier.

And then—

BOOOOOM.

The sound of exploding magic echoed through the mansion, followed by another scream from Sapphire, now with an absurd emotional charge—anger, frustration, and… pain? Vergil couldn’t quite identify it.

But he recognized the teleportation circle lighting up.

That energy was unmistakable.

“She didn’t…” Raphaeline murmured from the edge of the pool, already getting up.

“She’s gone,” Viola replied, tilting her head towards the interior of the house.

Vergil walked to the door, feeling the magical trail spreading down the hallway—Sapphire’s spiritual signature glowed like blue and black fire, mixing despair and a wounded pride that only she was capable of carrying.

When he reached the main hall, the teleportation circle still burned on the floor, runes spinning uncontrollably before slowly fading.

The scent of residual magic still vibrated in the air.

Sapphire was gone. Alone. Completely furious. And deeply hurt.

Vergil closed his eyes for a moment.

He hadn’t heard the fight—but he felt the impact.

Viola stopped beside him, leaning against the wall as if listening to echoes.

“I’m not going to lie,” she said, “it was ugly. They were both… going too far.”

Roxanne appeared behind them, drying her arms with a towel, her face serious for the first time that day.

“Katharina is emotionally on edge,” she commented. “And Sapphire… well, Sapphire being Sapphire.”

Ada also appeared, still dripping with sweat.

“I’m going upstairs,” she said, worried. “Katharina doesn’t get like this over just anything.”

Vergil raised his hand to stop her.

“No,” he said. “She doesn’t want anyone right now.”

Ada stopped, biting her lip.

Viola took a deep breath.

“She needs to cool off,” he stated. “And so does Sapphire.”

Vergil looked at the spot where the circle had vanished. The last spark of light had gone out.

“Where did Sapphire go?” he asked.

Viola shrugged. “She sealed her fate before teleporting. She can’t be tracked.”

Roxanne snorted. “Great. We blinked and now we have two emotionally powerful women destroying the planet.”

Vergil ran a hand over his face, tired.

Peace? Tranquility?

He knew it was too good to be true.

The mansion was strangely silent for a few seconds.

Until Raphaeline broke the tension: “Darling,” she said softly, “be prepared. When those two come back… you’re going to be in trouble.”

Vergil just sighed. “Please… don’t tell me it was because of Sapphire’s drinking binge…”