My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil descended to the ground, sitting on a nearby car amidst the devastated battlefield.

"Ah... ah... I used too much power..." He looked around, taking in the echoes of the carnage he had caused, while the sun began to set, casting a reddish glow over the landscape.

The scene was both beautiful and disturbing, a reminder of the power he had just discovered.

"W-why hasn't the battle dimension collapsed yet?" he questioned, but quickly returned to his thoughts.

"That was just an appetizer..." he muttered, recalling the last strike he delivered, the energy cutting through the air effortlessly, as if slicing through reality itself.

He had never felt so powerful, but there was something dull about the ease with which he had wiped out his opponents. The power was undeniable, but where was the thrill? The adrenaline that made him feel alive?

"Boredom... so much boredom..." he murmured and glanced at the women approaching him, still panting, but managing to smile.

"Are you guys okay?" he asked, his voice still a bit breathless, but with a carefree tone.

Roxanne, the first to reach him, crossed her arms, not hiding her expression of relief mixed with irritation. "Okay? You almost took us down with that display of destruction, Vergil! For a moment, I thought you were out of control!"

Ada, trailing behind, nodded, her soft voice contrasting with the chaos around them. "We're fine... but what about you?" Her gaze was serious, as if trying to see beyond his tired face. "You seem... different. More powerful, yes, but something seems to be bothering you."

Vergil averted his gaze, contemplating the horizon for a moment before replying. "I'm... I'm fine. I'm just bored. This was so easy that... I don't know, it feels like something's missing.

The power is there, but the excitement... the thrill of a real fight... seems lost."

Roxanne raised an eyebrow. "Bored? After wiping out a horde of enemies with a single strike? You're impossible." She sighed, walking over to him and extending her hand. "But I guess this is your way of saying we still have work to do, right?"

Vergil looked at her hand and smiled, taking it as he stood up from the car. "Yeah, maybe it's not over yet. Something tells me the real test is still coming."

Vergil stood with Roxanne's help, dusting off his clothes while his thoughts continued to swirl. The battlefield around them was calm now, but he knew that tranquility was fleeting. The sense that something bigger was approaching was undeniable, almost palpable in the air.

Ada watched Vergil closely, her eyes sharp like a hunter's. "You know you can't keep going like this, right? This power... it's dangerous."

"I know." Vergil responded curtly, but his mind was elsewhere. He could feel the change in his body, the transformations. The demonic wings that now were part of him shrank and disappeared inside him...

"If this is boredom, I hate to imagine what you find exciting," Katharina remarked, wiping the blood still staining her clothes. "But I feel it too... the dimension still isn't stable."

Vergil nodded, glancing around. He could feel the same thing. It was as if the battle hadn't fully ended, as if a greater presence was lurking, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

"Let's get out of here," he said suddenly, starting to walk towards the main road that, although partially destroyed, still offered a route of escape. "I don't think it's smart to stick around waiting for more trouble."

In a sudden strike to the sky... everything shattered, and the dimension collapsed.

Vergil watched as the scene around him slowly faded. The devastated battlefield, the bodies of the defeated demons, and even the scarlet sky reflecting the brutality of the conflict all vanished. In their place, the familiar dead-end street of Los Angeles reappeared, as if nothing extraordinary had ever happened.

The sound of distant cars, the constant hum of the city, and the cool afternoon breeze returned to his reality. The shift in the scenery was so abrupt that it almost felt surreal. Vergil blinked a few times, adjusting to the transition, while the women around him did the same.

"Now... I have a question..." Vergil said, his eyes scanning the calm suburban street. The air carried the typical scent of the city—pollution mixed with the distant sea breeze—and there was no sign of the apocalyptic battle they had just fought.

"Where did all the destruction go after we broke the dimension?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine confusion.

Katharina crossed her arms, frowning. "You really shouldn't worry so much about that. Battle dimensions like that don't affect the physical world directly. Everything that happens there stays there... once it ceases to exist, everything inside it ceases too." She shrugged.

Vergil sighed, but his mind was still restless. "But it's like all that energy and destruction must go somewhere. Things don't just disappear like that." find-more-stories-on-MVLeMpYr

Ada nodded, stepping closer. "That's a good question. When a battle dimension breaks, what happens to all the energy? Where does the impact go? We don't know. Those things are created by Witches, they should know."

"It's like a temporary bubble of reality," Roxanne explained, looking at the street as if she expected to find an answer in the graffiti-covered walls or the dirty windows of the nearby buildings. "It exists in a parallel space to ours, where normal rules don't apply. But when that bubble bursts, what remains can be absorbed back into the flow of time, or..."

"Or?" Vergil raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

"Or, in some cases, the energy can leak into other planes of existence. Neighboring dimensions might be affected, or if there's too much energy concentrated, it could manifest in ways we don't fully understand."

Vergil frowned, processing the information. "So, there's a chance that the destruction we caused in that dimension... could have leaked into some other place?"

Roxanne shrugged. "It's possible. But you never really know for sure. Most battles happen in dimensions so far removed from our reality that we never notice the side effects. But in extreme cases, the impact could be felt in other worlds."

Vergil ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "That doesn't help me understand any better. If all of that was real for us, how can it leave no trace?"

Ada smiled softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're overthinking it, Vergil. Some things in our world don't need to make complete sense. Sometimes, it's enough to know you did what you needed to do."

"Maybe, but I can't help but wonder what might have been affected because of it," he replied, looking down at his fingertips, where he could still feel the resonant energy of the blow he had unleashed.

"I wonder if I'll ever adjust to this. Life... after a battle like that," he muttered to himself, not really intending for the others to hear.

Roxanne, however, picked up on his melancholic tone. "Maybe you'll never fully adjust. But that doesn't mean you can't find your way."

Vergil fell silent, letting her words echo in his mind as the wind blew softly through the streets, carrying with it the distant sounds of the city. He was living in a world where secret battles and hidden dimensions existed, yet also in a place where ordinary people went about their lives, blissfully unaware of the war being waged beneath their feet.

Finally, he sighed and shrugged. "I guess you guys are right. Maybe I just need a break... or maybe something to distract me."

"Yes! Let's go!" Katharina said excitedly, grabbing his arm and pulling him along with infectious enthusiasm.

He couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't you ever get tired, Katharina?" he asked, watching as she practically bounced ahead of him, her expression brimming with excitement.

"Tired? Who has time for that?" she replied, laughing loudly, her eyes sparkling. "Life's too short to worry about the past or what could have been. Let's have fun while we can!"

"Fun, huh..." Vergil repeated, looking up at the night sky as if trying to grasp what that meant for someone like him.

"Exactly!" Katharina insisted, oblivious to his hesitation. "Let's find something to do, something that'll really get your blood pumping! Fighting is great, but living is too!"

As Katharina continued to pull him through the bustling streets of Los Angeles, Roxanne and Ada followed behind, watching the scene with amused expressions. Ada crossed her arms, shaking her head slightly. "She really knows how to lift someone's spirits, doesn't she?"

"Without a doubt," Roxanne replied with a sly smile. "It's almost impossible to resist that energy."

...

"Altered Energy Flow..." Sapphire said, gazing at the moon. "Have you prepared everything?" she asked the woman in front of her, who bowed her head in embarrassment.

"Y-Yes!" Viola replied.

"And what about..." Sapphire didn't need to finish.

"Everything is ready..." Viola concluded. "Very well... it seems the boy has figured something out... his eyes have opened..."

"It's time... Something interesting is going to happen with the little Queen Baal... This will be hilarious."

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<Author's Note>

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