My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Almost a war happens.
“Ugh… just let everyone die already…” she murmured, her tone drawn out and emotionless, as if the entire world was an exhausting task. “Why is it so hard to maintain control in this miserable world?”

Everyone’s eyes turned toward the source of the voice, and for a moment, even the chaos seemed to hesitate.

The figure that entered the room exuded an overwhelming presence. Her skin was as pale as alabaster, contrasting with her black, shiny hair that cascaded in flawless waves down to her waist. Her scarlet eyes gleamed with a calculated coldness, framed by long, thick lashes that only emphasized her expressionless face. She wore a tight black dress adorned with golden details that resembled strands of liquid gold. A large neckline accentuated her aristocratic posture, while two curved horns, made of a material that looked like polished obsidian, rose majestically from her head.

She raised a single finger, and the chaos around her abruptly froze, as if reality itself had decided to obey. The oppressive auras vanished, sounds extinguished, and the room was enveloped in an absolute silence.

With an air of resigned authority, she sighed, shaking her head slightly, clearly tired of the scene she had just witnessed.

“Pardon the interruption… But, if I may…” Her voice was emotionless but as sharp as a blade. “Could you please stop?”

The woman took another step forward, and the sound of her heels echoed through the room. Every movement seemed to carry authority, as if the power she displayed was only a fraction of her true strength.

Sapphire, Vergil, Raphael, and even Felicia, who usually didn’t give space to interruptions, looked at the newcomer with a mix of discomfort and caution.

“Paimon…” Raphael murmured, narrowing her eyes and taking a step back—something rare for her.

Paimon sighed deeply, as if carrying the burden of patience was her greatest trial. She scanned the room with her scarlet eyes, clearly annoyed. “Honestly, you four are the biggest problems in my existence. If you can’t control yourselves, perhaps I should intervene directly…” She crossed her arms with an air of superiority, waiting for no one to dare contradict her.

Her eyes wandered to a distant point in space, and she arched a brow with theatrical curiosity. “Now… why, exactly, is there an army of angels back there?” She pointed to an area invisible to the common eye, where celestial power pulsed intensely. “As far as I remember, our war ended centuries ago. We have no more grievances… or at least, we shouldn’t have, poor angel.” Her cold gaze fell on Raphael, who briefly avoided her eyes.

Raphael, quickly recovering, responded with a confident smile and a slight nod. “It’s hard not to bring an army when it concerns these two. You yourself should recognize that.” She gestured with her hand toward Sapphire and Felicia, as if the explanation was obvious.

Before Paimon could reply, she tilted her head slightly, and a faint gleam of disdain flickered in her eyes. “Besides…” She raised her voice, her tone laced with subtle provocation. “Don’t you think it’s time for introductions, gentlemen Azazel and Alucard?”

Her finger pointed to the skies, where two male figures hovered in the air, watching the scene with malicious smiles. Azazel, with his black wings stretching out in stark contrast to his golden armor, seemed to embody the balance between grace and destruction. Beside him, Alucard appeared more relaxed, his black garments fluttering with the wind, his red eyes gleaming with pure amusement.

“We were just enjoying the show,” Alucard said with a sarcastic grin as he slowly descended, landing effortlessly beside Raphael.

“Oh, but we’re not the only ones here, are we?” Sapphire finally interrupted, her eyes scanning the room intensely. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she noticed the presence of many other forces converging in that one place.

In a grave tone, she continued: “This is becoming something much bigger. This gathering of powers… it feels like a declaration of war.”

The others began to realize the same. From demons to angels, and even vampires, witches, and some unknown figures watching the scene, the atmosphere was charged with so many auras that it seemed as though the very fabric of space was on the verge of tearing.

Paimon narrowed her eyes, her voice coming out as a threatening whisper. “If anyone here is thinking of restarting a war, let me make it clear… that will not be tolerated.”

Everyone remained silent for a moment, until Alucard let out a low laugh, breaking the tension. “Don’t worry, Paimon. We’re not looking for a war. But… let’s be honest, your two… Nuclear Bombs. You almost destroyed Los Angeles, you know?”

“I know exactly what happened in Los Angeles,” Paimon replied, her voice as cold as ice. “I don’t care what your little power games caused, Alucard. If you think you can use that as an excuse for your own amusement, then underestimate my patience at your own risk.”

Alucard simply smiled, the smile being the only thing that seemed to keep his calm intact. He crossed his arms and stepped forward, as if ready to test Paimon’s patience. “I do enjoy myself, yes, but I also appreciate a good show. I just think the last display of power was a little… out of control. And don’t come at me with that air of authority, Paimon. You know as well as I do that all of this was bound to happen.”

Sapphire, who had been silently watching until then, felt frustration rise in her chest. She was no longer willing to stay on the defensive. Her gaze turned to Paimon, and her voice came out heavy with increasing weight. “I’m done with this shit,” Sapphire suddenly said, and her aura exploded…

“Go home, you lesser worms…” She murmured, and her aura was so oppressive that it began to throw everyone back…

Azazel, who had been observing closely, quickly understood that this was the limit. The weight of Sapphire’s aura, combined with Paimon’s presence, made any attempt at resistance a suicide. He felt an urgent need grow inside him. Can’t stay here anymore…

‘She’s already at her breaking point…’ he thought, his eyes quickly scanning the situation.

‘Though I can survive this power, if she has Paimon’s support, she could destroy all of us…’ With a quick movement, Azazel disappeared from the scene, his words and presence dissipating as if he had never been there. His instinct for self-preservation won out.

“Oh… fine. Let’s go,” Alucard, on the other hand, approached his vampires with a sarcastic grin, nodding his head. His relaxed posture contrasted with the growing tension, but he knew this wasn’t the time for a direct confrontation. Without hesitation, he vanished, silently giving orders to his followers, who followed his lead and disappeared into the darkness.

The scene, once chaotic and full of distrust, now calmed down, with each faction retreating. Demons, angels, vampires, and other powerful beings began to vanish one by one, retreating from the arena with the sense that something much larger could happen, but they weren’t prepared to face the storm that Sapphire and Paimon might unleash.

“Go home. If you want to settle your differences, start with simple conversations. You’re not children,” Paimon spoke like a frustrated mother.

“Even with the Battle Dimension, you caused many problems in the world. Innocent people died in the storms you caused. Hurricanes killed people,” Paimon said, and the two looked at her, completely indifferent.

“Ah… why do I even try…” Sapphire said, walking past Vergil and placing her hand on his shoulder with an expression of extreme exhaustion. “Please, control these women. I just want to watch my favorite anime in peace…” she murmured, with a melancholy worthy of a drama protagonist.

Vergil, with a mischievous smile, couldn’t resist: “Ah, so you were in cosplay… Really, you look like the hot one who wants to get with the big guy from that anime.”

Before he could continue, a wave of pain exploded in his stomach, causing him to double over and fall to his knees.

“SHUT UP!!!” Sapphire yelled, her eyes glowing with rage, before disappearing in a purple magical cycle, swirling around her like a mystical storm.

Vergil stayed there, recovering, the pain still pulsing in his stomach. “I was just trying to be funny…” he murmured, still dazed, as he looked at the empty space where Sapphire had been before vanishing.

The walls of the room still echoed with the sound of his forced laughter, and Vergil simply let out a sigh. “That… was ridiculous…”