My Wives are Beautiful Demons

As Roxanne and Vergil walked down the brightly lit sidewalk of New York, the cool evening breeze gently caressed their faces. They had left Dylan's Candy Bar behind, but the sweet sensation of the afternoon still lingered in the air.

Roxanne, still holding her bag of candy, walked alongside Vergil, but the playful expression on her face had shifted to one of contemplation. She looked at him, trying to hide the lightness she felt in her chest, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't conceal the soft smile that appeared every time he looked at her.

'So much has changed...' She murmured, remembering when she first met him... She had been kidnapped... well, she had allowed herself to be kidnapped.

"Vergil..." Roxanne started, her voice now calmer. "Have you ever stopped to think about how things have changed? A year ago, we... we were so different, weren't we?" She looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and something else, something she was beginning to understand.

Vergil, ever unflappable, turned his eyes to her, but this time, there was a different gleam in them, something that mixed with the serenity he always exuded. "They've changed, yes. But for the better, in my opinion." He replied, a slight curve on his lips.

Roxanne laughed softly, but soon her smile faded, replaced by a look of introspection. "I... didn't know I'd end up liking you so much. I mean, at first, I thought it was just because of the master-servant contract... You've always been so... distant, sometimes it seemed like you liked Ada or Katharina more... But now..." She paused for a moment, staring at the candy bags in her hands as if trying to find the right words to express how she felt.

"Now?" Vergil asked, softly, his voice now warmer, but still with that touch of controlled distance she was already familiar with.

"Now I see... that it's more than that. More than what was in the contract. I think it was all Katharina's fault, for forcing me to... well, be with you, but at the same time, she was right." Roxanne paused, taking a deep breath. "I realized that when you were gone for that time. I missed you. More than I should have, maybe."

Vergil looked at her with a thoughtful gaze. He didn't say anything for a moment, allowing her words to settle between them. Roxanne had never been so open about her feelings before, and he was absorbing everything with a patience she was starting to admire more than she had imagined.

"I missed you too." He finally said, his voice low and sincere. "But I never regret what was decided between us, Roxanne. The contract, the circumstances... All of it brought us here, and I wouldn't change a thing."
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Roxanne looked at him, her eyes softening as she moved a little closer to him. "I know... but you... you've told me that before, but now it's different. I really like you, Vergil. Maybe even more than I like sweets."

'Come on, come on, come on! Alice has to be right!!' Roxanne's mind was already corrupted by the sweet words of the little demon witch girl...

Vergil watched her in silence for a moment, his eyes taking in the sincerity in her gaze. He didn't speak immediately, but what she felt next was something she had never experienced with him before: a softness in his presence, as if he was truly thinking about her words and what they meant for both of them.

"I like you too, Roxanne." He finally spoke, in such a calm and genuine way that it almost seemed like a whisper. "And that... maybe it's sweeter than any dessert."

Roxanne smiled, feeling a wave of emotion fill her chest, but something else arose in her heart: a sense of peace, that things were finally in the place they were meant to be, no longer governed just by the contract or circumstances, but by something real, something deeper.

"Alright, now how about we go to a motel, you're gonna fuck me—" Roxanne didn't get the chance to finish when Vergil's hand interrupted her, a look of tension entering his eyes. His hand clenched into a fist, the usual serenity giving way to a slight unease.

"Leave," he said in a low but firm voice, his tone carrying an authority only those who knew him well could recognize.

Roxanne, surprised by the sudden shift in his demeanor, furrowed her brow. "Vergil, what's going on?"

Before he could respond, the two presences he had felt earlier became even more tangible, as if the space around them had distorted, the atmosphere charged with an energy that didn't belong in that place.

"I'll kill the two of them if they don't leave now," he added, the tension rising, yet his expression remained cold. He wasn't joking. And Roxanne felt it immediately.

With a smooth movement, the two figures materialized before them, emerging from invisibility like shadows becoming solid.

The two women appeared from the shadows with a presence that exuded both power and sensuality.

The first, with golden hair like rays of sunlight, wore a black leather bodysuit that hugged every curve of her perfect body, adorned with golden details that accentuated her authority. A white cloak flowed gracefully from her shoulders, contrasting with the boldness of her figure, while her eyes radiated a divine and imposing aura.

Beside her, the second woman had short blue hair, a fierce contrast to her wild appearance. She wore a leather top that exposed her toned midriff, tight pants that molded to her long legs, and a white cloak that danced around her body. Her posture radiated pure danger, a balance of freedom and strength, each movement carrying a deadly sensuality. Both were creatures of desire and power, making it clear that their charm was as lethal as it was seductive.

"Well... the Holy Sacred Church is really investing heavily in women in skimpy outfits, huh?" Vergil remarked with a sarcastic smile, his eyes assessing the two imposing figures with a look of disdain and amusement.

The blue-haired woman, with a piercing gaze, didn't take her eyes off Vergil. "You are the Demon King, Lucifer," she said, her voice laden with unyielding authority, but with an underlying curiosity.

Vergil let out a mocking chuckle, relaxing his shoulders as if he were utterly bored. "Ah, yes, I'm that guy. But currently, I'm in civilian mode, you know? If you want to talk, you can schedule an appointment with my secretary. Don't bother me while I'm trying to enjoy the night with my wife," he replied, with an ironic tone that left no doubt that he couldn't care less about the situation.

The blonde woman looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Hand over the Ex-calibur Fragment you have in your possession!" She said, pulling out an enormous sword and pointing it at Vergil's face...

"Man... right now, of all times when my wife wanted me to put out her fire..." Vergil said before a massive demonic aura descended upon the area... After all, they had sealed him and Roxanne in a battle dimension...

"Are you sure you want to extort me?" Vergil questioned, grinning from ear to ear.