My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Welcome to The side of The Victorious.
The woman with the katana hesitated for a moment, her eyes carefully analyzing Vergil.

“Contracted…?” She narrowed her eyes, still holding her blade ready for another attack.

Vergil simply smiled. “Of course. I enjoy challenges, and you managed to entertain me. It’s not every day I find someone who doesn’t collapse after the first exchange of blows.”

The other nobles, still recovering from the insane battle, looked at each other, confused and exhausted.

The giant with the axe, still trying to free himself from the rubble, snorted. “You’re messing with us…?”

Vergil spun his sword one last time before sheathing it. “Always.”

The blue-skinned mage stood up, massaging her ribs with a grimace. “So that was it? You just wanted to have fun?”

He shrugged. “It’s a waste to kill good warriors without a proper reason.”

The woman with the katana finally put away her blade, letting out a deep sigh. “You’re a damn lunatic…”

“I’ve been called worse.” Vergil chuckled. “So, are you just going to stand there, or shall we go have a drink to celebrate? My treat.”

The silence that followed was so absurd that even Vergil nearly laughed again.

The giant leaned against a rock and let out a resigned sigh. “I’ll take a drink…”

The mage rolled her eyes, but a small smile formed on her lips. “If he’s really paying…”

The woman with the spear still looked suspicious, but eventually crossed her arms. “As long as I get to punch him if he annoys me.”

Vergil clapped his hands once. “Great! I like you guys.”

The woman with the katana just closed her eyes and shook her head. “This is going to be a problem…”

The group walked through the battlefield, dust still lingering in the air, embers fading on the cracked ground. Vergil, however, strolled as if nothing had happened, hands in his pockets, a smug smile on his face.

“So, since we’re apparently no longer trying to kill each other, I think it’s only fair to know your names,” he said casually, casting an amused glance at the warriors around him.

The five nobles, still wary, exchanged looks.

The first to respond was the white-haired woman, the one who wielded the spear with lethal precision.

“Valerie Vael’Thar,” she said, her voice filled with pride and authority.

Valerie was an impressive sight: tall, with curves that could start wars between kingdoms and a face sculpted like a demonic masterpiece. Her eyes were a deep, hypnotic gold, and her long white hair contrasted with her ashen-gray skin. She wore a tight black and silver metal armor, dangerously accentuating her figure. The black spear she wielded shimmered faintly with demonic energy.

Vergil whistled. “Nice name. Nice body too, but that’s just a detail.”

Valerie merely raised an eyebrow, maintaining a neutral expression, but Vergil noticed the corner of her mouth threatening to curl into a smile.

The next to speak was the blue-skinned mage, still massaging the spot where Vergil had hit her.

“Gwen Zal’Averis,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And before you ask—yes, I’m still considering turning you into ashes.”

Gwen was an exotic and irresistible beauty. Her shimmering blue skin gleamed under the dim light, her deep violet eyes glowing like gemstones. Long silver hair cascaded down to her waist, and her attire was provocative—a tight black robe, open just enough to reveal a dangerously generous amount of skin. Arcane tattoos covered her abdomen and thighs, pulsing faintly with magic.

Vergil chuckled. “Ah, I like women who can kill me and still look good doing it.”

Gwen rolled her eyes but couldn’t quite hide the small smile on her lips.

The third woman, the silent katana-wielding warrior, finally broke her silence.

“Kaori Yashura,” she said, her tone low and controlled.

Kaori was pure elegance and lethality. Her lightly tanned skin, sharp crimson-red eyes, and jet-black hair—tied in a high bun with loose strands framing her perfect face—gave her an almost ethereal presence. Her body was lean yet incredibly well-defined, radiating both grace and strength. She wore a black kimono with golden details, fitted provocatively to her form, and the sheath of her katana rested at her waist with an intimidating stillness.

Vergil tilted his head. “So it’s you… What I felt in your blade—that refinement—it’s not just instinct. You were shaped to kill.”

Kaori simply stared at him, but there was something in her gaze—recognition.

The axe-wielding giant cracked his neck and snorted.

“Kraggor Drenvar,” he said bluntly. “And before you say anything, I drink enough to deal with all this crap.”

Kraggor was a mountain of muscle, his skin red as burning embers and his horns curved backward. His eyes were an intense yellow, and his square jaw bore scars from ancient battles. He wore heavy black and red plate armor, each piece looking as though it had been forged in Hell itself. His massive axe was serrated along the edges, still dripping with remnants of demonic energy.

Vergil shrugged. “At least you’re honest.”

Finally, the slender demon with black claws—the one who had repeatedly tried to strike him—sighed.

“Aethor Vex,” he said, his voice cold and calculating.

Aethor was a stark contrast to the others. His skin was dark gray, almost like solid shadow. His eyes were completely black, without visible pupils, and his short, disheveled hair seemed to blend into the air around him. His body was lean but sculpted like a predator’s, every movement calculated, like an assassin preparing to strike. He wore a lightweight black leather armor, designed for stealth, and his claws still shimmered with traces of icy energy.

Vergil grinned. “Aethor, huh? You’ve got that look—like you’ve killed plenty of people without them even realizing it.”

Aethor gave a thin smile. “Maybe.”

Vergil crossed his arms and glanced around at the group, satisfied.

“Valerie, Gwen, Kaori, Kraggor, and Aethor… Not bad.” He then looked at them directly, his grin widening. “Now tell me—do you really think you’re the strongest in this territory?”

Valerie narrowed her eyes. “What are you getting at?”

Vergil stepped forward, his energy flaring again, stronger than before. “I’m not just looking for strong warriors. I’m searching for the demons hiding among the best—the ones with the potential to become something far beyond what they are now.”

Gwen crossed her arms. “And why exactly should we care?”

Vergil shrugged. “Because I’m forming my own division. A force that will be known as the Hunters. A squad where only the truly exceptional have a place.”

The group fell silent.

Kaori narrowed her eyes. “And what do you gain from this?”

Vergil smiled. “Fun, power… and maybe, just maybe, the chance to fight something that finally makes me feel truly challenged.”

Kraggor snorted. “Hah! So you just want to build a squad with the best so you can have fun?”

“Pretty much,” he replied.

Gwen sighed. “You’re unbearable.”

Valerie, on the other hand, smiled for the first time. “But I like that.”

Vergil looked at the five demons, his smile turning predatory.

“Very well.” He clapped his hands, the sound echoing like thunder across the devastated battlefield.

“Now that I’ve found the ones I was looking for…” His gaze then shifted to the remaining ranks of demons. Thousands still stood. Some hesitant, others covered in blood, panting but alive. Many hadn’t even dared to attack him, choosing instead to watch as their comrades were slaughtered.

Vergil sighed, disappointed.

“Now that I’ve chosen my generals…” His expression darkened, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished. When he reappeared, he was floating above the army of survivors, watching them like a merciless god. “Since I am raising the forces of my territory as a Demon King, I only need the most capable.”

He spread his arms, a smile cutting across his face like a blade. “Unfortunately, I have excellent news for some… and not-so-excellent news for others.”

The demons exchanged glances, the air growing thick with tension. Some instinctively took a step back.

“I did promise to be merciful, didn’t I?” Vergil’s tone was almost mocking. He tilted his head and looked directly at those who were bloodied, the ones who had dared to face him. “Those who had the courage to attack me… congratulations. You’re hired.”

A cold wave of relief washed over the warriors, some falling to their knees, exhausted but grateful to still be breathing.

Vergil slowly turned to face those who had remained unharmed, those who had stayed on the sidelines of the battle, waiting, watching. His gaze became empty, devoid of any spark of compassion.

“As for the cowards…” He raised a hand, and immediately, an invisible power overtook the field.

The bodies of those who had retreated, those who had remained motionless, began to rise from the ground like marionettes without strings. Screams erupted into the air as they realized something was pulling them upward, and they couldn’t resist.

Vergil chuckled softly.

“I see no need for your stay here. I am revoking your lives.” Chaos erupted.

The risen demons began to writhe violently, their eyes widening in absolute terror. Then, abruptly, their bodies began to swell. Black veins pulsed across their skin, their eyes exploded outward, and in an instant, one of them imploded, showering blood and entrails in all directions.

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!” Others tried to scream, but their throats shattered before the sound could escape. Bones were crushed from the inside out, blood-thorns emerging from their pores, transforming their bodies into hollow shells.

The sky turned red as thousands of demons began to explode one by one, their organs vaporizing in the air, their skulls crushing like rotting fruit. Black rain fell upon the survivors, the stench of burnt flesh and decaying blood thickening the air.

The battlefield became a slaughterhouse in the sky, a grotesque spectacle of absolute destruction.

Vergil simply smiled, inhaling deeply the metallic scent of the massacre.

“Goodbye.” And with that single word, the last of the cowards was torn apart, their entrails sucked into the void like dust in the wind.

Those who remained, the ones who had fought, simply watched, terrified, as the Demon King cleansed the realm of weakness in an act of pure carnage.

Vergil then descended slowly, landing on the now blood-soaked ground. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he faced the surviving warriors.

“Welcome to the side of the victorious.”