My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Any questions? I'm not going to go easy on you," Felicia said, her smile tinged with pride as she watched Vergil.

He remained unfazed, answering calmly as he stretched, "You're the master here. I just need to follow your orders."

Felicia raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with his response. "What a boring answer," she retorted, expecting something more spirited or challenging from him.

Vergil paused for a moment, glancing at her sideways before replying in an easygoing tone, "I trust you. I know you won't waste my time with anything useless. After all, you're my mother, right?"

With that, he resumed his stretches, as though the conversation was merely a side note.

Felicia fell silent for a moment, observing him. Despite his calm demeanor, she could sense something deeper behind his behavior.

There it is again… Pretending everything's fine. She thought, the neutral look on Vergil's face triggering old memories. It's the exact same expression he had when… the puppet died…

The memory of Vergil's father surfaced in her mind, a distant echo from over a decade ago that still made her wonder how much of the strong, resilient boy in front of her was masking scars from the past.

Like a flicker from the past, the memory played out in her mind...

The muffled hum of voices filled the small hospital waiting room, but for Felicia, it all felt like a hollow silence.

She sat on a stiff chair, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped Vergil's arm beside her.

He was just a child back then, and even at such a young age, there was something peculiar about his eyes… a glimmer that seemed to know more than it should.

"Miss Felicia," the doctor began cautiously, her voice laced with care as if softer words might lessen the blow. "We're sorry to inform you, but… he didn't make it."

Felicia froze. Even though she had prepared herself for this, the confirmation hit like a physical blow. Her fingers instinctively tightened around Vergil's arm, but he didn't react. He sat still, staring at the doctor with a blank, unblinking expression.

"We did everything we could, but the complications were… too severe. He passed peacefully, without pain." The doctor hesitated, then added, "If you'd like to see him one last time, we can arrange it."

"No," Felicia replied almost instantly, her voice low but firm. She looked at the doctor with cold eyes, a mask of absolute control hiding the storm within. "I don't need to see him… and neither does he."

She turned to Vergil, who remained motionless. The boy seemed detached from the weight of the situation. His eyes were fixed on the floor, his expression unshaken.

"Vergil?" Felicia called softly, crouching down to meet his eye level. "Do you understand what the doctor just said?"

He looked at her finally, and his response was simple and direct. "Yes."

"And… how do you feel?" Felicia asked hesitantly, unsure of how to handle the situation.

Vergil remained silent for a few seconds before replying, "It doesn't matter. He's gone. There's no changing that."

The coldness in his response broke something inside Felicia. Not because he was wrong, but because he was far too right for a child his age. There were no tears, no anger—just an acceptance that felt… wrong.

"Vergil, you don't have to be strong right now," Felicia tried, placing her hands on his shoulders. "You can cry. You can scream. That's not weakness."

He stared at her, and for a moment, Felicia thought he might do exactly that. But then, he averted his gaze and shrugged. "He always said I had to be strong, right? So that's what I'll do."

Felicia was left speechless. As much as she wanted to break through the barrier he was building, she knew forcing him might only make things worse. Instead, she pulled him close, hugging him tightly. He didn't hug her back, but he didn't pull away either.

'Damn it, I hate remembering things that weren't even my memories… What a mess, wiping my own mind.' Felicia cursed inwardly, her expression hardening as she pushed the unwelcome thoughts aside. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Vergil, who continued his stretches as if nothing had happened.

"Come on," he said casually, breaking her train of thought. "I know you're dying to train me. Your little contest with Sapphire is still on, isn't it?" He raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Experience more content on empire

Felicia narrowed her eyes, irritated by his provocative tone. Before she could respond, he finished his stretches, straightened up, and faced her with unwavering confidence. "Then come on, show me what you've got."

For a brief moment, the room was consumed by complete silence.

"..."

Suddenly, everything changed.

"!!!"

Felicia's smile vanished as if it had never been there. Slowly, it morphed into something far more menacing. Her eyes glowed a deep, fiery red, burning like molten embers, radiating an aura of pure terror. Her fangs sharpened into refined, blade-like points, and a dark, oppressive energy began swirling around her body like a raging storm.

The arena was enveloped in a suffocating pressure. Her killing intent was so intense it felt almost tangible, weighing heavily in the air and sending chills down the spine of anyone near.

Vergil stood still, observing the transformation with a mix of fascination and caution. The overwhelming force felt like a massive wave, ready to crush him, but he didn't step back.

"You want me to show you what I've got?" Felicia said, her voice now low and sinister, like a whisper that carried the weight of thunder. Her smile returned, but this time it was completely sadistic. "I hope you're ready because I'm not holding back."

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Vergil's face, yet he kept his gaze locked on her. He knew that when Felicia was like this, there was no room for hesitation.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"That's exactly what I want," he replied with a bold smile, even as the crushing weight of her aura bore down on him. "If you're going to train me, then give me everything you've got."

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Felicia's laugh was a chilling blend of amusement and madness. "You've got guts, boy. Let's see if that confidence of yours survives when I'm done with you."

With a sudden burst of speed, she lunged forward, the entire room trembling under the force of her demonic energy. Vergil clenched his fists, feeling his blood pump faster through his veins. He knew he was about to face something far beyond anything he'd encountered before.

And despite the looming danger, he smiled. After all, this was exactly what he needed—he needed to unleash everything, to let out the fury he'd been holding in since what they did to Viviane.