My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Vergil walked through the bustling streets of New York, his firm hand gently holding Roxanne's delicate fingers. The two were dressed casually, but there was no hiding the regal aura they carried.

Roxanne, with her golden hair shimmering under the streetlights and her eyes filled with anticipation, looked like a child in a theme park.

Vergil, on the other hand, maintained his calm posture and a soft expression as he walked beside her.

Their destination? The famous Dylan's Candy Bar.

"It's here!" Roxanne exclaimed, tugging on Vergil's arm as soon as she spotted the store's colorful facade. The illuminated sign and the candy-filled displays made her eyes shine even brighter.

Vergil held the door open for her, making a chivalrous gesture. "After you, my sweet sugar fiend."

Roxanne laughed, playfully swatting his arm before stepping inside. As they entered, they were greeted by a world of vibrant colors and the irresistible smell of sugar. Shelves were packed with candies of all kinds, from colorful gummies to artisanal chocolates. Roxanne could hardly contain herself.

"This is amazing! Look at these giant chocolate bars! And those gummies over there? Vergil, I want to try everything!" She exclaimed, darting from one section to another, her golden hair bouncing like a sunbeam.

Vergil followed her, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "You look like a kid in a candy store."

"Because I am! At least today!" she replied, her eyes gleaming mischievously as she grabbed a huge bag. "Come on, help me pick!"

As Roxanne enthusiastically filled the bag with an impressive variety of sweets, Vergil made occasional remarks, trying to hide his amusement. "Are you sure you can eat all of this?"

"I'm your wife! Of course I can!" she replied confidently, holding up a giant lollipop and posing with it like a sword.

Vergil chuckled softly and grabbed a chocolate bar. "Then I suppose I should pick something too. Maybe I'll find something that suits me."

Roxanne gave him a teasing smile. "Something that suits you? Bitter, perhaps?"

He raised an eyebrow, feigning indignation. "Bitter? I'm sweet as honey."

She laughed out loud. "If you're sweet, then I'm moderate with sugar."

After nearly an hour of exploring every corner of the store, Roxanne decided it was time to sit down and try some of the treats she'd chosen. They headed to the upstairs area, where tables decorated with candy motifs were set up. Vergil helped Roxanne carry the bags, which were so full they looked ready to burst.

"You really didn't hold back," he remarked, setting the bags down beside the table.

"Hold back? That's a banned phrase on a date at Dylan's Candy Bar," she replied, enthusiastically unwrapping a chocolate bar. "Here, try this!"

Vergil took the piece of chocolate she offered, biting it cautiously. "Hm... not bad. A bit too sweet for my taste."

Roxanne rolled her eyes. "You're so boring! Learn to appreciate the sweetness!"

As they tried different candies, Roxanne began talking about her obsession with sugar. "You know, when I was a kid, my mom always told me I ate too many sweets. She used to say I'd turn into a candy if I kept it up. But then... she started eating as much as I did!"

"Well, both of you are too cute to be anything but sweet, so it's fine to indulge. Demons live too long anyway," Vergil replied, resting his chin on his hand as he watched her with a soft smile. "You're sweet, but with a hint of mischief."

Roxanne blushed slightly, averting her gaze as she bit into a gummy candy. "You're such a charmer when you want to be, you know that? I was starting to miss this side of you..."

"Just speaking the truth," he said, leaning a bit closer. "So, what's your favorite candy here?"

Roxanne thought for a moment before picking up a bag of heart-shaped gummies. "I think it's these. They're soft, sweet, and taste like childhood. Want to try one?"

Vergil accepted the candy she offered, popping it into his mouth. "Hmm, interesting. But I still prefer chocolate."

They spent more time sampling candies and chatting about trivial things—something rare for them, given their usually hectic lives. Vergil savored every moment, admiring the genuine happiness on Roxanne's face. It was rare to see her so relaxed and carefree.

After a while, Roxanne suggested a game. "How about a challenge? Each of us picks a candy for the other, and whoever makes the worst face loses."

"A dangerous game, but I'm in," Vergil agreed, his eyes glinting with competitiveness.

Roxanne picked a sour candy for him, one of those that made even the bravest souls wince. Vergil, on the other hand, chose a spicy candy he found in a special section for her.

"Alright, on three," she said, holding her candy with a mischievous grin.

"May the best one win," he replied, putting the candy in his mouth.

The result was hilarious. Roxanne started coughing lightly as the spicy candy took effect, while Vergil kept a neutral expression for a few seconds before his eyes widened slightly from the shock of the sour flavor. Both burst out laughing, drawing the attention of a few nearby customers.

"Okay, I admit it, you won this one," Roxanne said, still laughing as she sipped water to cool down the heat.

"I'd say it's a tie," Vergil replied, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "But it was fun."

They continued talking and laughing until the store began to empty out. Vergil realized it was one of the most carefree moments they had shared, and he wanted to make it last as long as possible.

"Ready for the next stop?" he asked, grabbing the bags as he stood up.

"Next stop?" Roxanne repeated, intrigued.

"Yes. Let's explore more of the city. But first, how about a walk to burn off all this sugar?"

She smiled, picking up one of the bags to help him. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Only for you, my sweet queen," he replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

As they left the store, Roxanne held onto Vergil's arm, feeling completely at peace.

The night was just beginning, but she already knew it would be unforgettable.

Meanwhile...

"LET'S GO, DAMN IT! SPEED UP THAT MCLAREN, YOU CRAZY BITCH!" Katharina yelled, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she slammed the accelerator of her golden Bugatti, which roared like a wild animal on the track. The wind messed up her hair, but she didn't care; her eyes were shining with pure excitement.

"YOU'RE THE BITCH, YOU CRAZY WOMAN!" Ada retorted, just as hyped, while driving her customized McLaren, a true speed monster.

Katharina let out a mocking laugh as the tires screeched while taking a tight turn. "PASS ME IF YOU'RE A WOMAN, YOU AMATEUR!"

"YOU'RE DREAMING, PRINCESS!" Ada yelled, pushing the accelerator even harder. With an explosion of power, her McLaren overtook the Bugatti, leaving Katharina eating dust—literally.

"FUCKING HELL, YOU BITCH!" Katharina shouted, but her expression was one of pure enjoyment as she tried to regain the lead, both cars battling for every inch of the track at high speed.

Ada laughed, looking in the rearview mirror. "EAT DUST, YOU IDIOT!!"

The two continued their race as if they were modern gladiators, their cars roaring like metallic beasts in a fierce battle of adrenaline and skill. The scenery blurred around them, but neither seemed to care about anything except winning the race and throwing insults at each other in the process.