My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 237

Chapter 237: We’ll talk later
Vergil shot an irritated glance at Alexa, his crimson eyes glowing in the dim destruction around him. But soon, he sighed, spinning his sword with disdain, as if all of this was still nothing more than a mere pastime.

“Ahh… You’re right, but even so…” His voice carried a cruel boredom, his gaze shifting back to the mutilated Fallen Angel before him. The celestial being struggled to compose itself, trembling fingers pressing against the exposed flesh where one of its wings had once been.

Then, the pressure changed.

Vergil’s aura began to rise, like a living shadow crawling across every inch of the battlefield. The air grew heavy, suffocating, as if the very space around them was being crushed under his presence.

Fear spread like a disease.

The Fallen Angels still present felt their instincts scream. A shiver ran up their spines, their wings bristling involuntarily. They exchanged glances for a brief moment before succumbing to absolute panic.

“R-retreat!” one of them shouted, his voice tinged with desperation.

They flapped their wings furiously, trying to escape, their silhouettes vanishing into the shadows of the fractured sky.

But it was useless.

Vergil raised a single hand, his fingers curling as if pulling at invisible threads. His eyes gleamed with a deep, menacing red.

“Hemoclysm.”

And then, hell opened.

The Fallen Angels’ bodies exploded from the inside out.

The sound was grotesque—a macabre symphony of rupturing flesh, cracking bones, and screams that never found their endings.

The blood inside them boiled instantly, their veins turning into internal barbed spears, shredding their insides, obliterating their organs. Their eyeballs burst like overripe fruit, and their mouths gaped open in silent horror—no air, no pleas.

Scarlet liquid surged into the sky, writhing like serpents, converging into a massive sphere pulsing like a malevolent heart above Vergil. The crimson glow bathed the scene in an eerie light, reflecting off the dried-up corpses, now nothing more than shriveled, lifeless husks, drained of every last drop of vitality.

The silence that followed was almost worse than the screams.

Alexa, watching it all, remained impassive. Her golden eyes simply analyzed the scene, showing no shock, no disgust, no pity. To her, this was natural.

Vergil lowered his hand slowly, and the floating blood began to absorb into his skin, every drop devoured by his body like a demon consuming the essence of its victims.

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the energy surge through every fiber of his being.

And then, he smiled.

A monstrous smile.

He tilted his neck, letting out a dry pop, flexing his shoulders as his body vibrated with the energy he had just acquired.

Slowly, Vergil turned his gaze toward the last surviving Fallen Angel.

The celestial being, who once carried pride and arrogance, now trembled, his wide eyes reflecting absolute horror.

For the first time, he felt something he never thought he would experience before a demonic being.

Pure terror.

Vergil licked the blood from the corner of his lips, tilting his head slightly, a predatory glint shining in his crimson eyes.

“Now, where were we?”

His gaze swept across the surroundings, locking onto the Werewolves.

They were frozen, eyes wide, bodies rigid. None dared to breathe too loudly. Whatever plans they had, whatever intentions they once carried, had been disintegrated along with the Fallen Angels.

Vergil frowned.

“Ah, that’s right.”

He grinned. Wide. Savage.

And then, he pointed at the Vampires.

It was enough for a Vampire to break the silence in pure desperation.

“WAIT!”

Her voice echoed, trembling and urgent. She slowly raised her hands in surrender. Her eyes locked onto his—dilated with fear, yet at the same time, there was reason behind her terror.

Vergil blinked slowly, analyzing her like a predator studying prey that had just given up on running.

“Oh…” he murmured, amusement evident in his voice. “Someone has courage…”

His smile widened, sharp as blades.

The Vampire swallowed hard but held her posture.

“We did not attack you, Demon King,” she said, carefully choosing her words. “We only followed orders… We do not wish for war against you.”

Vergil tilted his head, the glow in his eyes intensifying as if absorbing every nuance of her expression, every rapid beat of her heart.

“Name.”

The command sliced through the air like a whip.

The Vampire felt her fangs grinding against her own tongue but responded immediately.

“Marya.” Her name came out quickly, without hesitation, as if she instinctively knew that even the slightest delay could seal her fate.

Vergil watched her in silence for a moment, letting the tension expand, suffocate, seep into the bones.

Then, he laughed. Low. Deep. Dark.

And Marya felt a deathly chill crawl down her spine.

Vergil kept his sharp gaze on her, his crimson eyes glowing with pure menace.

“Alright,” he said, his voice as cold as a freshly sharpened blade. “Leave. Take all the vampires with you.”

The air grew suffocating.

“If I see any of them after this…” He tilted his head slightly, a cruel smile forming on his lips. “I will kill. No exceptions.”

Marya felt a shiver run through her body.

She clenched her fists, nodding quickly.

“Understood.”

She turned without hesitation, her posture rigid and her steps swift as she began retreating, pulling the other Vampires with her.

Vergil watched in silence, his aura still heavy and stifling, as if the shadows around him were just waiting for a reason to rise and consume everything.

Alexa frowned, crossing her arms as she observed Vergil in silence.

“Why did you let them go?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a slight tinge of frustration. “I thought you were going to kill everyone in here.”

Vergil didn’t answer immediately. He just stood there, motionless, his expression unreadable, while his crimson eyes gleamed like smoldering embers in the darkness.

Then, he sighed.

“I have a contract with Azazel to exterminate all the Fallen Angel traitors.” His voice was cold and controlled, leaving no room for doubt.

Alexa arched an eyebrow. “But they aren’t—”

“They were traitors.” Vergil interrupted her without hesitation, turning to face her. His gaze was sharp as a blade, carrying something deeper.

He casually raised a hand and pointed at the scattered corpses around them, their twisted bodies drained of blood.

“That guy…” He made a slight motion with his head, indicating one of the dead. “Infected all of them with that drug.”

Alexa looked at the bodies for a moment, processing the information, but it was what Vergil did next that truly captured her attention.

Without haste, he raised his hand, and the shadows around him shuddered.

A wet, grotesque sound filled the air as the blood began to separate from the corpses. Scarlet liquid seeped from pores, eyes, mouths, and wounds, flowing through the air like living serpents. The lifeless bodies twitched involuntarily, as if their very essence was being violently ripped away.

Vergil showed no reaction. He simply watched as several blood spheres began to float above his hand, slowly spinning in the air, pulsating like still-living hearts.

Alexa felt a shiver run down her spine.

Vergil then slightly tightened his fingers, and the spheres trembled. The blood inside them bubbled, as if reacting to his will.

“Do you think this is just normal blood?” he questioned, his voice carrying something bordering on contempt.

Alexa furrowed her brow, feeling a growing discomfort in her instincts. Her body screamed to stay away from it, but her curiosity won.

She took a deep breath, activating her advanced sense of smell to analyze the blood.

The moment the scent hit her nostrils, a shock coursed through her body like an electric jolt. Her lungs contracted violently, her heart skipped a beat, and a primal terror seized every cell in her being.

It was as if death itself was mixed into that blood.

Her eyes widened. Her stomach churned.

A split second later, her legs buckled, and she collapsed to her knees, gasping for air as if drowning in the very air around her.

Cold sweat trickled down her forehead.

Just the smell of it nearly killed her.

Vergil observed the scene, a small smile creeping up the corner of his lips.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” he said, rotating his wrist and making the blood spheres spin around his hand. “This isn’t just blood. It’s something much… worse.”

Alexa tried to respond, but her throat was dry. She felt her body shaking, as if an invisible force were trying to crush her from the inside.

Vergil looked at her for a moment before extending a finger, absorbing the blood back into his skin. The moment it happened, the effect dissipated, and Alexa was able to breathe again.

She gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she regained her breath.

Vergil merely watched her, his eyes shining with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Vergil kept his sharp gaze on the werewolves in front of him. His presence still weighed heavily in the air, like an invisible blade pressed against each of their throats.

He then took a step forward, his voice cold and laced with threat.

“If you’re friends with her, I’ll be a friend to you. But listen closely… if any of you even think of betraying her or hurting her, I guarantee you’ll beg for a quick death.”

A crimson glow danced in his eyes, and the aura around his body fluctuated like dark flames, making the environment even more suffocating.

The werewolves hesitated for a second, but the implicit threat in his words hit them like thunder.

One by one, they fell to their knees, fists pounding the ground, their heads bowed in reverence.

“We would never betray the Princess!” they roared in unison, their voices reverberating through the area like a solemn oath.

Vergil watched this for a moment, his gaze evaluating each of them. He could feel the fear, but also the sincere loyalty.

He then slowly turned back to Alexa, who was still recovering from the impact of the corrupted blood.

“Good,” he said with a small smile. “Now, protect her while I handle this shit.”

Vergil said before hearing…

“YOU BASTARD! I DON’T NEED PROTECTION!” Alexa roared, so furious that the skies unleashed lightning that almost struck Vergil.

“Damn, she still has that temper,” Vergil said, “Thanks, girl, take care! I’m going to kill everyone out there!” Vergil said, breaking the dimension and disappearing immediately after.