My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Contrasting Colors
[Minutes earlier]

“YOUR LONELY STRENGTH! SHOW IT TO ME AGAIN!!” Felicia shouted, her eyes blazing with a fire of challenge.

“You’ve got some nerve,” Sapphire began, her voice icy. “Still playing the clueless victim, as if you were innocent. Always the same theatrical performance.”

Felicia laughed, tossing her white hair back. “Oh, darling, I thought we’d moved past this. But no, here you are, stuck in the past, as always.” Her eyes gleamed with dangerous malice. “Call me by my name, please. Or are you afraid of it?”

Sapphire took a step forward, the marble floor cracking slightly under her feet. “I fear NOTHING. Least of all a traitor who ran with her tail between her legs when things got tough.”

Felicia placed a hand on her chest, feigning offense. “Ran away? Sapphire, my dear, that was strategy. But of course, you’d never understand… You’ve always been so impulsive, haven’t you? Always solving everything with brute force, like a wild animal.”

Sapphire’s eyes narrowed, glowing with dangerous intensity. “Impulsive? Better than being a manipulator who only survived by hiding behind Amon and the others.”

Felicia clicked her tongue, shaking her head in exaggerated disapproval. “Tsk, tsk, tsk… You really need to work on that inferiority complex. It’s so obvious it hurts. Always comparing yourself to me, always trying to prove you’re better. But, darling…” She tilted her head, smiling like someone who knew a secret. “You never were.”

Sapphire snapped. “YOU… DAMNED FOOL! I BEAT YOU MULTIPLE TIMES!” Her spear appeared in her hands as if it were an extension of her rage. “How dare you provoke me here, IN MY COMPANY?!”

Felicia raised her hands, holding a staff that seemed to appear out of nowhere, decorated with symbols so ancient that the air around it shimmered with its presence. “Ah, there she is. The Sapphire I know. Took you long enough to stop talking and start acting.”

Without another word, Sapphire charged. The impact of the first strike was devastating, her spear colliding with Felicia’s staff with such force that the entire building shook. Felicia stepped back gracefully, spinning the staff to deflect another blow.

“Is that all?” Felicia taunted, deftly dodging a horizontal slash. “I thought you would have improved after all these years. But it seems you’ve just stagnated. Well, it’s hard to find anyone as strong as us.”

Sapphire growled, spinning her spear with mastery. “And you seem even more arrogant than before! Let’s see how long you can keep that filthy mouth running when you’re on the ground!”

The blows intensified, each impact resounding like thunder. Felicia laughed as she blocked Sapphire’s attacks, her expression shifting between provocation and genuine joy.

“Oh, this brings back so many memories…” Felicia remarked, narrowly dodging a strike that split a column in half.

“You were always so dramatic. ‘The honorable one,’ or at least that’s what you wanted everyone to think.” Sapphire snarled, attacking with even more force.

“I honored my title, unlike you, who threw it away — along with our friendship — because you wouldn’t hear my side!” Felicia retorted.

Sapphire raised an eyebrow. “Don’t make me laugh. You never understood anything, did you? Always living in that bubble of self-righteousness. Maybe that’s why you were always second best, while I… well, I’m the strongest.”

“STRONGEST?” Felicia roared, her aura exploding around her. “You were a DISASTER waiting to happen! Always a disgrace to all of us!”

Sapphire laughed hysterically, spinning with grace before attacking. “Disgrace? Darling, if I’m a disgrace, what does that make you, who never managed to surpass me?”

The fight grew wilder, both women losing any shred of composure. Each blow was accompanied by insults and taunts, as if they were reliving old rivalries.

“You were always pathetic, Felicia!” Sapphire shouted, dodging an attack that caused the ceiling to crack.

“Why do you think no one ever took you seriously as a leader?” Felicia shot back suddenly.

“And you were always a snake, Felicia!” Sapphire replied, striking with such force that Felicia’s staff almost slipped from her hands.

“Why do you think everyone hated you?” Felicia teased.

The exchange of blows and insults continued, the two women now laughing hysterically between attacks, completely consumed by the madness of the moment.

“LOVELESS BITCH!” Sapphire roared, spinning her spear in a deadly arc.

“USURPING HARLOT!” Felicia countered, dodging with an elegant leap and retaliating with her staff.

“THAT OLD SPEAR DOESN’T INTIMIDATE ME!” Felicia taunted as she evaded another deadly attack from Sapphire. “YOU REALLY THOUGHT YOU COULD MATCH ME, YOU SECOND-RATE TRAMP?!”

“SECOND-RATE?!” Sapphire exploded, her voice full of fury as she charged again, her eyes burning like fiery embers. “I’LL SHUT YOU UP FOR GOOD, YOU DECEPTIVE RELIC!”

It was at that moment that he appeared…

Vergil finally found his voice. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!” he shouted, his aura exploding as he advanced, separating the two with a single slash of his katana.

The force of the strike created a wave of energy that pushed both combatants back, causing the walls around them to tremble even more. Felicia landed gracefully, adjusting her hair as if nothing had happened.

“Son!” she said cheerfully, as if she hadn’t just been moments away from ripping Sapphire’s head off. “I’m so glad you’re here, darling! This… thing… needs to learn a little honor. She’s a filthy slut!”

Sapphire, on the other hand, looked ready to explode. “HE’S MY HUSBAND! YOU HELLISH RELIC! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO?!”

Vergil stopped where he was, his eyes wide. He looked at the two of them as if trying to piece together a puzzle that made no sense at all. “Wait… Since when do you two…?” He looked directly at Felicia, who was now in her demonic form.

He stepped forward, pointing at her as if confronting someone caught red-handed. “Since when are you a demon, mother?! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!”

Felicia shrugged, as if he had just asked about the weather. “Oh, well, that. It was our little secret, darling. I planned to tell you someday… or maybe not.” She smiled innocently. “Anyway, it’s all her fault!” Felicia theatrically pointed at Sapphire. “That redhead bitch provoked me! Who’s to blame?”

Sapphire scoffed in disbelief, releasing her spear with such force that it embedded itself in the ground, cracking the marble even further. “YOU’RE UNBELIEVABLE! YOU’RE THROWING YOUR OWN LIES ON MY BACK?!” She stormed toward Felicia, standing face to face with her.

The two women were now so close that Vergil could swear the air between them was about to catch fire. He blinked, looking more closely at both of them, noticing something he hadn’t before.

“Wait a second…” He narrowed his eyes, studying their faces, gestures, and even their posture. Despite the contrasting colors, there was an undeniable resemblance. They appeared to be the same age, their bodies almost identical in proportions, their presence equally dominant. Finally, he asked, incredulously, “When did you two become so alike?”

Both turned to him at the same time, as if they shared one mind, and shouted in unison: “WE’RE NOT ALIKE!”

The sound of their voices reverberated through the air with such force that Vergil stumbled back, almost falling to the ground from the literal power of their words. He raised his hands in surrender, his face torn between shock and exasperation.

“Okay, okay! You’re not alike. I take it back!” He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache forming. “But this still doesn’t explain what the hell is going on here!”