My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Chapter 58: This was so... boring

"Ah~ Yes, let's test my current strength," Vergil said as he prepared himself.

He stopped, his legs slightly flexing as his eyes tracked the slow, threatening movement of the giant demon, a towering behemoth comparable to the height of a bus.

It was like a small hill of demonic flesh and muscle, its skin dark as coal, crisscrossed with glowing crimson fissures of demonic energy that pulsed like veins.

The chains in its hands scraped the ground with a deafening, metallic sound, leaving deep and dangerous gouges in their wake.

"A prisoner, huh?" Vergil muttered, seeing it stomp toward him. The other demons were too focused on his beautiful wives.

"Come on, big guy… Come…" For a brief moment, Vergil felt a surge of excitement shoot through his body.

Finally, something that could actually provide a worthy challenge.

In the last few minutes, he and his wives had been distracted by the swarms of smaller demons, creatures that, though numerous, fell like dry leaves before their power. But now, before him, stood something worthy of his true nature.

"Time to show what I'm made of," Vergil murmured to himself, a faint smile curling on his lips.

The demon advanced, its steps shaking the very battlefield. Each time its feet touched the ground, the earth cracked under the pressure, and the chains in its hands whistled through the air as it swung the massive weapons toward Vergil.

Vergil leaped, his body moving with surprising agility.

He dodged the first strike, a chain that shattered the ground where he stood, sending chunks of asphalt and earth flying in all directions. In the air, he spun, channeling demonic energy into his hand, his eyes glowing with determination.

He landed a solid punch on the demon, but the creature's thick, tough skin was far more resilient than he expected. The blow to the creature's shoulder was strong, but only cracked its surface, leaving minor fractures without significant damage. The demon roared in response, swinging its massive body and launching another chain at Vergil.

With a swift motion, Vergil blocked the attack, but the impact was so violent it sent him flying backward. He soared through the air for several meters before crashing hard into the ground, rolling before regaining his footing. His feet dug into the earth as he skidded back, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Well, well," Vergil muttered, a small smirk forming as he cracked his neck and glanced at the demon. "Looks like this is going to be trickier than I thought."

"Hurgh Hurgh Hurgh!" The creature laughed, a deep, gurgling sound that resonated from the depths of its throat. It was as though it was aware of its own physical superiority, of the overwhelming strength that would crush anyone foolish enough to face it. And for a moment, Vergil felt a wave of frustration rise within him.

'Idiot…' he thought, watching as the demon mocked his earlier comment.

He launched himself back into the fight, his body moving at high speed as he dodged the creature's fierce attacks. The chains whizzed past him, narrowly missing their mark, and every time one missed, the ground shook with the impact. Vergil struck with his blade, but none of his attacks seemed to inflict enough damage. It was like trying to break down a skyscraper with a hammer.

"This is ridiculous," he thought, leaping back and breathing harder. "It's like I'm fighting a giant piece of garbage, like nothing I do really matters."

He looked down at his hands, clenching his fists, feeling a twinge of irritation growing inside him. The demon, meanwhile, continued its slow advance, its distorted face twisted into an expression of satisfaction. To it, this fight was nothing more than a game, something insignificant, a guaranteed victory.

The creature's laughter echoed across the battlefield, mocking Vergil's helplessness.

That feeling of being just an insignificant mass of flesh compared to the monstrous size of the enemy hit him like an avalanche. He wasn't powerless—far from it—but something inside him was locked away, held back. Vergil closed his eyes for a moment, letting the growing anger and dissatisfaction feed something deeper. MVLeMpYr-the-story-platform

He knew his power was there, ready to be unleashed.

"I'm more than this," he muttered to himself, his voice low, almost a whisper. "Much more than this."

His hand clenched tighter, and he felt something inside him snap free. A familiar, dark, and intense energy began to flow through his body, filling every cell with overwhelming strength. Vergil's eyes snapped open, glowing with a deep crimson light, a spark of pure destruction.

The colossal demon, perhaps sensing the change in the atmosphere, hesitated for a moment. But only for a second, before it resumed its charge, the chain spinning in the air, ready to crush Vergil once again.

But this time, Vergil didn't move to dodge.

With an eerie calm, he stood still, watching the demon approach. He raised his hand, now radiating dark energy that seemed to distort the air around him, and stepped forward. His feet touched the ground lightly, but the impact of his presence was like the weight of a mountain.

"Enough," he said, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

The demon swung the chain with all its might, the strike coming down like a guillotine. But before it could hit, Vergil prepared to catch it barehanded.

The sound that followed wasn't the expected clash of metal against flesh. Instead, it was a sharp whistle, like the sound of a blade slicing through the very fabric of reality. Vergil released a cut with his hand that not only struck the demon but passed through it with such precision and devastation that, for a moment, everything seemed to stop.

The demon's chain split in half, and its massive body froze in place. The creature's eyes, once filled with arrogance and hatred, widened in confusion and fear.

Then, slowly, the demon's body began to disintegrate. There was no blood, no scream. Just a dark light emanating from the cut Vergil had made, consuming the creature from the inside out. Within seconds, the colossal demon, which moments before seemed invincible, was reduced to nothing but two halves collapsing to the ground with a tremor.

Vergil lowered his sword, his body still radiating power, but his expression was serene. He took a deep breath, feeling the tension leave his muscles as he surveyed the result of his strike. The battlefield around him had fallen silent, and even the lesser demons, who had been charging furiously, hesitated, frightened by the overwhelming power they had just witnessed.

Katharina, Roxanne, and Ada, who had been caught up in their own fights, stopped for a moment to watch what had just transpired. Vergil's demeanor was different, his aura had intensified alarmingly.

"I... I can't believe what I just saw," Katharina murmured, her eyes wide.

"That... is not the same Vergil we know," Ada added, frowning as if trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Roxanne, however, chuckled softly, still catching her breath from her own battle. "Well, I always knew he had something like that inside him. Always knew."

"This was so... boring," Vergil murmured, feeling the bitterness of killing an opponent with just a single blow.

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<Author's Note>

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