My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Chapter 33: What was his name again?

"Yawn," Sapphire yawned as she firmly walked with the small Viola beside her. "I should have asked for an Uber," she commented.

"There's no Uber here, miss," Viola replied.

"Oh, a city of people with no current social culture," Sapphire remarked.

"Yawn," Sapphire let out another yawn, stretching her arms, her large breasts threatening to burst out of her shirt and pop the buttons. Despite the tempting sight, the unreported maid didn't even glance at the woman's cleavage.

'Focus, Viola, no peeking at her oppai...' the maid thought, turning her face away.

The woman provocatively licked her lips when she saw that Viola didn't show any reaction to her beauty.

This attitude from the maid was a good thing; she didn't want to change her maid. "Good," she commented with a smile.

'Phew!' Viola felt her soul leave her body and come back.

She had been with this woman for a thousand three hundred and twenty-five years! She knew how she behaved! Thankfully, the pilot had no interaction, or she knew exactly what would happen!

She would have killed another pilot!

'Hold on, Viola, hold on! We need to get back home! Yes, back to Agares!' She thought, clearing her mind. She couldn't even show the slightest lust in front of this woman! And Viola was heterosexual!

She knew Sapphire's personality! She was an evil demon! One of the most malevolent! Lucifer would cry if he met her. She liked to provoke little demons, and when those demons lost themselves in lust, she would castrate and then kill them... In the end, it was just a hobby for her, a sadistic joke she enjoyed when she was bored.

Not to mention the contracts! Never summon this woman for a contract!

'Well, it's pretty hard to summon a demon like her... The one who summons her would need to be... Lucifer? Well, maybe the Archons could summon her... and the Seraphim... Wait, what am I thinking?!

This death goddess can't be summoned by anyone!' Viola was lost in thought, walking ahead and dictating the way.

Sapphire cracked her neck slightly while continuing to stretch; she really looked like she had slept for years. "Let's pay a visit to my friend..." Her face twisted in confusion. "What's his name again? I don't know, Gregory? Nicholas? I don't remember; it shouldn't be important, right?"

"Well, it doesn't matter. I'm going to launch a meteor here anyway," Sapphire said, shrugging nonchalantly.

"P-this way, Mistress..." Viola said, seeing that she had gotten lost again... Why did she question it? Well, it didn't matter. She wouldn't make her mistress change her mind...

'Wait... a meteor?' She stopped immediately, feeling a shiver down her spine... 'Oh no... is another pope going to die?' Viola murmured.

"Then, because of your orders, Leon, with a divine artifact, was killed while kidnapping Queen Sitri's daughter, while the Demon Queen's daughters, Agares and Baal, were with her?" An old man, around 65 years old, questioned the man in front of him. He spoke with a tired expression...

He placed his hand on his forehead and massaged his temples. "The order was: Find and identify who was killing people in the southern area of Los Angeles," he commented with a smile, but his expression said, 'I hope you're joking. Please tell me you're joking.'

"Yes," replied the man, Makarov, one of the generals of the Inquisition who was called to clarify the disappearance of a divine relic. He had just reported everything that happened in the incident involving it two days ago.

The man's expression faded, looking now dejected. "Well, everyone's time comes," he murmured.

"What... what do you mean?" Makarov asked with a trembling voice. He had never seen the pope's expression so altered before...

The pope merely pulled out a cell phone from his robes. "Could you come here, please?" he said to the person on the other end and quickly hung up, putting the phone away.

Calmly, he reclined in his chair, watching his life flash before his eyes while waiting for the person he had just called.

In no time, just a few seconds later, someone knocked softly on the door and entered.

"Your Holiness, Adrian," the man said in a neutral tone but with great respect.

Adrian observed the man who had just entered... he looked about 25 years old, with short golden hair and eyes, a low dark beard, standing at 1.80 meters tall, and wearing white sacerdotal robes.

"General Alexander... Please activate the red alert," Adrian requested, and the man looked at him with mild curiosity.

"What level of alarm, Your Holiness?"

"Rank SSS."

"Oh shit... that demon is coming? Again?" Alexander asked in a clearly concerned tone, sensing Adrian's fear.

"Y-yes..." Adrian stammered, for the first time in his life, they saw the pope... trembling. "Oh shit... She's here..." the pope cursed as he looked out the window.

"Come here, you son of a bitch!" A sonic boom was heard by everyone present, followed by the sound of glass shattering. They quickly shielded their faces.

The impact was so great that the structures around the impact site began to tremble slightly, like a small earthquake, caused by just the feminine voice.

"W-what? What was that?" Makarov leaned against the wall, surprised to see the building's glass explode.

Alexander got up from his chair and walked gently towards the window. "Makarov, do you know what happened to the former general you replaced?" he asked kindly.

"He died? But I don't know the details of his death," he replied.

"Yes... He died. He was a good friend, just like the previous pope, Nicholas," Alexander said sadly. He opened the window and looked at the red-haired woman with a wide smile showing all her sharp teeth.

The woman stood in the center of the plaza, the pillar of God had been destroyed, and beside her, a young maid hid from view... She was sitting, using the sacred obelisk as... a chair...

"Sh-she's here again..." Alexander stammered, remembering the last time, when he was a child...

"S-sapphire," Makarov swallowed a bit of saliva.

"Indeed," Adrian nodded, "This demon has killed the last ten popes, as well as 54 generals... the last time, she was dining in a restaurant in the Vatican, and when our former general tried to 'harass' her... She killed him and left me a complaint letter saying they couldn't offer good hospitality and that we were technologically outdated..."

Makarov's mouth fell open in shock... He even thought he had misheard Pope Adrian's words, but... "Understood? Shall we go together, then?" Adrian smiled as if he were joking with him.

Adrian sighed. "You hurt this demon's daughter... Why do you think she came here?"

"?! I didn't hurt anyone! It was Leon! Besides, that's Agares! We hurt Sitri!" He shouted, trying to defend himself. "And does it matter?" Adrian questioned.

His face completely shattered. "Really, do you think someone who killed a general with a single blow because he hit on her would actually care about you and your opinion? Not even I, the Pope, matter to her."

He simply shut his mouth and said nothing.

'She... has the power to attack the largest city of the Inquisition in the world? Is she... going to attack the Vatican alone?'

"I know what you're thinking, kid, and yes, she not only will, but she is already doing it..." He murmured, looking outside as the moonlight bathed the woman with red hair, now slightly purple.

"Damn it!" If he had known this information about the area of operation, he wouldn't have even attempted to send Leon to that location!!

"Your Holiness!" Two voices were heard, and soon two men entered the room.

"Yes, yes, I understand... General Gordon, General Lariet," Adrian said, "Prepare for battle while evacuating our religious center, the churches. The rest come with me..."

Lariet looked out the window and saw the woman who had made a throne out of the obelisk. He looked at Makarov. "What did you do, idiot?"

"I apparently provoked a Demon King," he said sarcastically as he walked toward the window.

"Help with the evacuation, Young Makarov," Adrian said.

"Yes, Your Holiness..." He said, bowing his head and quickly leaving the room. "Tsk, another useless one," Gordon spat.

"It's somewhat my fault..." Adrian said. "At least she remains quite beautiful; every day she becomes more stunning..." Lariet said before receiving an elbow to the stomach.

"AHHHTRGT Son of a!" "Silence. She is still a demon, stop pretending everything is fine," he interrupted. "Now let's go," Gordon ordered, and Lariet just complied.

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"Hello, I'm sure the agreement was quite clear, wasn't it? Don't interfere with the demon royalty, but you did, how amusing, mister I-don't-know-your-name," Sapphire said, addressing the old man coming calmly toward her.

The man sighed, knowing she shouldn't even know his name. "I am Adrian, I know you don't remember me," he commented, but she didn't care at all.

"Hm? Oh yes, fuck it." She replied casually, making the two generals beside her tremble with anger. She simply smiled maliciously as she elegantly crossed her legs and observed them. "I'm not good with names, just with those who really mark me," she commented. "You know, we're old."

"You don't look old to me," Lariet said with a nervous smile, but his expression quickly darkened into pure fear as he felt Sapphire's pure murderous intent.

'Just that has made him shit himself with fear... tsk, so boring.' She saw, losing interest, looking at the man as if he were an insect.

"Miss... get a hold of yourself..." Viola murmured, "Oh, right. Vengeance, that's it." She said as she stood up and the three moved away.

"Tsk, so boring... hours of flight for nothing... I should have gone to see my beautiful daughter." She murmured.

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<Author's Note>

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