My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Chapter 110: Vergil's full name.

The battlefield was covered in a shimmering dust, the ashes of the Phoenix still pulsing with residual heat as the magical energy slowly dissipated into the air. Magnus stood, fists clenched and eyes wide, as if unable to comprehend what had just happened. His immortal creature, his greatest weapon, had been defeated so decisively it seemed impossible.

Vergil stood nearby, his breathing heavy, but his gaze cold. Beside him, Zuri appeared relaxed, her tail swaying slightly as she casually approached the remnants of the Phoenix.

"Well, that was disappointing," Zuri remarked, raising an eyebrow. She tilted her head, observing the glittering ashes. "This is the famous immortal Phoenix? Looks more like a poorly cooked barbecue."

Magnus gritted his teeth, his aura trembling as his rage grew. "How dare you—"

Before he could finish, Zuri stepped forward, and to everyone's horror, she plunged her fingers into the glowing ashes. With a casual motion, she scooped up a handful and brought it to her mouth.

"You're not—" Vergil began, but his words were cut off as Zuri took the first bite.

The silence on the battlefield was deafening. Every move Zuri made, every crunch, echoed like thunder in the minds of the onlookers. She licked her fingers with a satisfied expression, as if savoring a delicacy.

"Not as bad as I thought," Zuri said, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "A bit dry, but the crunch makes up for it."

Magnus' eyes widened in disbelief. "You... you dare consume my familiar… My Phoenix!" His voice became a primal roar, a cry of rage and humiliation.

Zuri, utterly unbothered, shrugged. "Oh, you weren't going to need it anymore, right? Besides, we can't let good food go to waste."

Magnus didn't reply immediately. Instead, his aura darkened, growing oppressive. His claws extended, his eyes glowed an intense red, and he took a menacing step toward Zuri.

"I'll make you regret this, insolent creature!"

But before he could move, he froze. A thin, almost invisible cut appeared on his arm, followed by another on his leg.

"You think you still have time for threats?" Vergil's voice sliced through the air, cold as ice. He was beside Magnus in an instant, his blade dripping blood as he landed another strike.

The cuts weren't lethal, but they were precise, each hitting a vital point. Magnus tried to regenerate, but something was wrong. The wounds wouldn't close, and his energy was fading.

"What… what did you do to me?" Magnus growled, struggling to stay upright as more cuts appeared.

Vergil wiped his blade on his cloak with infuriating calm. "I just took something from you that you never deserved. Your regeneration? You won't need that anymore. Your arrogance? I'll carve it out piece by piece."

Magnus dropped to his knees, his roars of anger devolving into pathetic, almost whimpering sounds. He glanced at Zuri, who was still preoccupied with the Phoenix's ashes, now poking at a fragment with her claws as if it were a chicken wing.

"You… both of you… damn you…"

Zuri looked up, licking her fingers one last time. "Oh, you're still here? I thought you'd given up by now."

Vergil smiled, but it was a cruel smile. He grabbed Magnus by the throat, lifting him off the ground with terrifying ease. "You wanted to play with forces you don't understand. But in the end, you're nothing but a pathetic failure."

Magnus tried to respond, but Vergil slammed him into the ground with such force that the impact created a crater. Zuri approached, leaning casually beside Vergil as she observed the defeated opponent.

"He's not getting up, is he?" she asked, almost disinterested.

"No," Vergil replied, stepping back. "He's already lost. He just doesn't realize it yet."

Zuri laughed again, her tail swaying. "Well, if you need me, I'll be over there looking for dessert. That was satisfying, but I'm still hungry."

As she walked away, whistling a carefree tune, Vergil stood tall, watching the sky as the dust finally began to settle. Magnus was silent, completely humiliated, his body immobilized by pain and defeat.

Vergil took one last look at the fallen opponent. "Next time, bring something better."

The silence in the battlefield was deafening as the announcer walked to the center, his posture hesitant. He glanced at Magnus, still unmoving on the ground, his wounds open and showing no signs of regeneration. Vergil stood, proud, with Zuri beside him, still licking her fingers in nonchalance.

The announcer raised his arm, ready to declare the victor.

"I declare—"

Suddenly, a shout echoed from the crowd, cutting through the moment like a sharp blade:

"This is absurd! This man is cheating! How can anyone stop the regeneration of an immortal being?"

Murmurs began to spread through the crowd. People whispered among themselves, trying to understand what was happening. Magnus Phenex was famous for his legendary regeneration, inherited from his eternal fire lineage. To break that was inconceivable.

Vergil slowly turned his head toward where the voice had come from, his cold eyes scanning the crowd. He didn't seem surprised, but irritated by the interruption.

Zuri, on the other hand, was entertained. "Oh, look. Seems like we have a fan in the audience. Should I invite him to the arena, master?" She winked, sarcastically, as she flicked her tail.

"Who said that?" Vergil's voice was low, but sharp, carrying a weight that made the crowd fall silent immediately.

The commotion grew again as a man with an arrogant demeanor, clearly part of the high society, stood up. He had neatly combed gray hair and wore an expensive suit.

"I did!" the man shouted, his voice full of indignation. "This is a fraud! Magnus Phenex is an immortal force! There's no way someone like you, a mere novice, could defeat him and nullify his regeneration!"

Vergil began walking slowly toward the edge of the arena, his expression unchanged, but each step seemed to increase the pressure in the air. "You think I cheated, is that it?"

"Yes!" the man answered, trying to maintain his confident posture despite the visible sweat on his forehead. "You're clearly using some trick! This is—"

Before he could finish, Vergil extended his hand. The pressure around the man intensified, and he collapsed to his knees, as if being crushed by an invisible force.

"You talk too much," Vergil said, his voice still low, but laden with authority. "If Magnus is as immortal as you say, why is he on the ground, unable to get up? Why did his regeneration fail against my blade?"

The man struggled to breathe, but continued to glare at Vergil in desperation. "This is unnatural! You've violated the laws of magic!"

Zuri chimed in, laughing as she took light steps toward the edge of the arena. "Oh, now there are laws? And who exactly wrote them? You, who think you're superior just because you were born into some 'special' lineage? Please. If your beloved Magnus lost, it's because he wasn't up to the challenge."

Vergil stopped, looking at the man with disdain. "I'll give you a chance. Stand up and come to the arena. Show everyone here how capable you are of defending the words you're spitting."

The man hesitated, trembling.

"Oh, he's not going to come," Zuri mocked, rolling her eyes. "These nobles are all the same. So much noise, no action."

The crowd began to laugh, the sound growing as Vergil turned his back, ignoring the man. The announcer, confused, looked at Vergil, who gave a slight nod.

The announcer took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure as he proclaimed:

"Winner... Vergil!"

His voice echoed through the arena, but there was no response. No applause. No cheers. Only absolute silence. The crowd seemed paralyzed, each person trying to process what had just happened.

Magnus Phenex, one of the heirs of a prestigious clan, had been utterly crushed. It wasn't just the defeat that weighed in the air, but how it happened. Vergil had nullified what everyone thought to be impossible: a Phenex's regeneration.

Suddenly, a mechanical buzz shattered the silence. Everyone's eyes turned to the massive electronic scoreboard at the top of the arena, where the competitors' names were displayed. Until then, only "Vergil" had appeared.

But something was changing.

Letters began to appear, one after another, forming a full name.

Vergil Agares.

The crowd held its breath. Agares—the name of the most powerful Demon King Clan—appeared... Something that shook them... Because until then, Vergil had been just a man trained by Sapphire Agares.

But it didn't stop there.

New letters appeared beside it.

Vergil Agares, Baal.

Whispers began to circulate. Baal—this was understandable, as Vergil had gained Ada Baal as his during this competition... This was acceptable...

However...

Finally, the last letters formed.

Vergil Agares, Baal, Sitri.

Now, the shock in the crowd was almost palpable. Three surnames. Three lineages. Three Demon King clans.

The silence was broken by murmurs that spread like wildfire.

"Is this a mistake?"

"Impossible... How can someone carry three names like this?"

"Now it makes sense... He's a hybrid of three royal lineages?"

Vergil remained still, his expression unchanged as the people in the arena began to question everything they thought they knew.

Zuri, with a mischievous smile on her face, murmured only for her master to hear:

"Oh, now it's getting interesting. They finally realized."

Vergil didn't respond immediately. He simply looked up at the scoreboard, where his full name gleamed in golden letters.

"Is this a joke? A trick? No one can be an heir of Agares, Baal, and Sitri at the same time!"

Vergil finally took a step forward, his dark eyes scanning the crowd. He raised his hand, and the entire arena seemed to fall silent instantly, as if he had cut off the sound with his mere presence.

"You wanted explanations?" he spoke, his voice calm but laden with authority. "Here's the only one that matters: I married the most beautiful demons in this world. Of course I'd take the surnames of my lovely wives, don't you think Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne?" Vergil asked, and in the split second he spoke, two women appeared out of nowhere, standing by his side and holding his arm.

"That's right!" Katharina said, hugging him tightly.

"Looking at my husband... you all should be ashamed! Let my sweetie be!" Roxanne shouted.

"Oh, you sluts... get out of here! This is my moment!" The Bloody Bride appeared, jumping from the stage and hugging Vergil tightly from behind.