My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 294: Finally, a Home.

Vergil followed Alexa in silence.

The smell of blood still hung in the air, viscous and dense like an invisible mist, but he didn't say a word. Not a sigh out of place. He just let her breathe. Feel it. Carry that weight as she wished - without judgment, without ties.

She climbed the stairs slowly, each step as if it were part of a rite of passage. A crossing of the personal hell she had just experienced.

He didn't try to be an anchor. He knew she didn't need any more chains.

Just someone who was there.

Present.

"Thank you for that," she said, without looking back.

Her voice sounded low, hoarse. Charged with raw gratitude - not just for the support, but for allowing her to be who she needed to be. Even after everything she'd seen. Even covered in blood. freēwēbnovel.com

"You didn't leave me alone... because you wanted to support me, did you?" she asked, stopping on the last step, her hand gently touching the damp dungeon wall. Her breathing was calmer now. More alive.

"Who knows," Vergil replied with a light, casual sigh. But there was something there. A subtle weight hidden between the words. "I just wanted to make sure he didn't attack you."

She stood back for a moment. The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable - it was an unspoken dialog. Tense. Deep. Necessary.

"Did you torture him before you called me?" she asked, her voice cutting through the silence like a sharp blade. I needed to know. I needed to understand where his justice ended and hers began.

"We fought in Romania," he replied with blunt honesty. "I tried not to kill him... but I ended up losing my sanity. I'd probably have beaten him to death if Sapphire hadn't stopped me."

Alexa turned around.

She walked down two steps, slowly. Each step brought her eyes closer to his - eyes that still shone with the restrained fury of minutes ago, but now mixed with something new. Intimacy. Recognition. Relief.

Vergil held her gaze. He didn't move. He didn't smile. He didn't try to understand - he just accepted.

And then she kissed him.

But it wasn't a quiet kiss. It was urgent. Intense. Hot as iron fresh from the forge.

She held his face tightly, her fingers dirty with blood and dust, pulling him to her as if he were the only real thing in a ruined world. Vergil didn't hesitate - he reciprocated in equal measure, their bodies meeting like broken pieces that, together, briefly formed something whole.

It wasn't love.

It wasn't lust.

It was need. Pain. Relief. Gratitude. Too many memories to say out loud.

Her lips tasted of metal and anger. His, of silence and shadow. But in between, there was something too raw and honest to ignore.

Alexa lightly bit his lower lip at the end, pulling, as if to say "I'm still here."

Vergil responded with a light touch on her waist - firm, but respectful. As if to say "I know."

When they walked away, there were no smiles.

Just eyes exchanging silent truths.

"You're dangerous," he murmured, his voice hoarse, almost a whisper.

"So are you," she replied, her breathing ragged.

And then she turned again, climbing the rest of the steps, leaving behind the smell of blood, the body of the past, and a kiss that still burned on both their lips.

When Alexa and Vergil crossed the basement door, the darkness was left behind like a secret locked away. The air up there was lighter, although it still carried a trace of the metallic smell that permeated their clothes. The sound of his footsteps echoed down the corridor - old wood under feet stained with memory.

The house was... silent.

Almost eerily silent.

No screams, no murmurs, no shadows waiting in the gloom. Just the distant clink of ice in glasses and, finally, something else... unexpected.

Laughter.

Vergil raised an eyebrow. Alexa blinked slowly.

They exchanged a silent look, like someone wondering if they were hallucinating. But the sounds were real - water being stirred, female laughter, music muffled by closed walls and windows.

They went to the back door. They opened it.

And then the scene was revealed.

In the garden illuminated by the late afternoon sun, the swimming pool shimmered in blue and gold tones. Foam, inflatable floats, improvised drinks... and there they were - the girls.

Sapphire was floating on a ridiculously exaggerated pink float, sunglasses halfway up her face, while drinking something that clearly wasn't juice. Stella was laughing uncontrollably after almost falling off the edge, Katharina was competing to see who could cross the pool the fastest with Ada and Roxanne.

All... happy.

Light.

Living as if the world wasn't burning beneath their feet.

Vergil snorted out a low, almost incredulous laugh. "I'd almost forgotten what it's like... that."

Alexa stood there for a moment, watching.

Her eyes were still red, her fingers dirty, her muscles stiff from the anger she'd felt minutes ago. But now, in front of that picture... something inside her slowed down.

That peace was absurd, improbable. And perhaps for that very reason, precious.

She took a deep breath, letting that sound of life scare away the echoes of pain. For a second. Just for a second.

Vergil looked at her sideways, smiling with his usual shade of sarcasm. "Are you going to go into the pool like that, covered in blood? They'll think you killed a shark."

Alexa smiled in a corner, exhausted but alive. "Who says I didn't?"

"Hey, you two! Hurry up! There's cold beer!" - Morgana's voice cut through the air like a joyful whip from the other side of the pool. She was stretched out on a sun lounger, wearing a black bikini that barely bothered to cover the essentials, tanning as if she owned the summer. Her mirrored glasses reflected the sky and her smug smile completed her queen of sin look.

Next to her, sitting on a plastic children's chair, Alice solemnly raised a glass of strawberry juice with a straw. "I have juice too... if you'd rather not die of cirrhosis," she said in her sweet voice and totally innocent look. Almost.

Before Alexa could react, she felt a presence behind her - Raphaeline.

"You're a mess," she said, looking Alexa up and down. "Go and have a shower. There's a neon green swimsuit back there. It should fit you." She spoke like she was giving orders, but with an almost... kind?

"Thank you..." Alexa stammered, surprised that she could speak so naturally to a Demon Queen. It was... strange. Disconcerting. But somehow good.

Before she could take another step, a double scream came like a bomb.

"VERGIL! GET THE POPSICLES FROM THE FREEZER!" - Stella and Roxanne shouted in unison from the edge of the pool, as if they were in a war for frozen desserts.

"And sunscreen for me, love!" - Ada added, turning to tan the other side of her body. Her glasses slid slowly down her nose as she muttered with determination: "Becoming a gal... Yes, let's do it."

Vergil just sighed - one of those sighs that mix exhaustion and acceptance - and looked at Alexa in a corner. Then, with a mischievous grin, he slapped her on the ass. PAK!

"KYAA!?!" Alexa jumped up, completely flushed. "Why did you do that?!" she protested, holding her face with both hands, as if trying to erase the blush with sheer willpower.

Vergil took a step to the side, dodging a flying pillow that Ada threw by reflex, and replied with the calmness of someone who has a ready-made excuse:

"Go get ready. Before I decide to throw you in the pool like that."

Alexa mumbled something inaudible and ran inside, still red to the ears - leaving behind a garden full of sunshine, laughter and a strange feeling that, however chaotic it was... this place, for the moment, was home.

Alexa ran into the house, still holding her face, her heart racing with a mixture of shame and... something else. The laughter of the girls outside echoed off the walls like summer music. She climbed the steps barefoot, the ground cool under her feet, until she came to a sudden stop in the corridor.

There, standing in front of the large living room window, was a woman she didn't know. Pale as marble, long white hair flowing like silk, and eyes so deep they were almost mesmerizing. She stared outside with an almost painful intensity - as if watching it from the other side of the glass was a punishment.

Kaguya.

Alexa instinctively slowed her pace. Something about that woman exuded an... ancient presence. Sophisticated. But fragile. Like porcelain on the verge of cracking.

The woman didn't look away. She just swayed subtly, her eyes locked on the girls having fun in the sun - laughing, running, getting wet. A simple party.

Innocent. But forbidden to someone like her.

Vampires weren't allowed in the sun. That was the rule. The curse.

And Kaguya felt it deeply today.

Then Vergil entered, calmly, crossing the room as if it were nothing. Alexa just watched him in silence, stepping back a little, respecting the moment.

He stopped behind the vampire, who didn't even notice his arrival - or pretended not to.

With a light, almost affectionate sigh, Vergil raised his hand and gently tapped her forehead.

"Tchac!"

Kaguya blinked in surprise. "...Vergil?"

He arched an eyebrow. "Are you really going to stay in here, seething with envy like a soap opera villain?"

She frowned, annoyed. "I can't. You know that. The sun... it makes me..."

"Shhh." Vergil put a finger to her lips - without touching. A gesture that was more symbolic than physical. And then, with his other hand, he touched her shoulder.

A warm stream ran through Kaguya's body, like a gentle river of fire. His demonic energy spread inside her as if filling an ancient void, awakening something latent that she didn't even know she had. The curse of light... began to silence. At least for a while.

"Have fun." - he said, with a smile in his corner. An almost playful tone... but deep down, it was a gift. A permission. A challenge.

Kaguya stared at him, dumbfounded. Her eyes shone with something between incredulity and gratitude - but, of course, she would never admit it. She straightened her posture, turned with rehearsed elegance and let out a slight grumble:

"...Idiot."

And left. Walking towards the door like a lady about to break all the rules of the world - and in style.

Vergil sighed again, opened the freezer and took out the popsicles. "...What's wrong with me saving complicated women?"

Alexa, still leaning against the hallway door, smiled wryly. Yes... that was home. In the strangest, most chaotic way possible.

...[Location Unknown...]

The darkness was absolute. Not even sound seemed to move freely there. A space between worlds, where even time hesitated to exist.

Then a dark silhouette stepped forward. Her voice was dry, emotionless, carrying an emptiness that swallowed up hope.

"We've lost Alex. With that, we now have only seven generals."

The following silence was heavier than the speech. But then a female voice, sweet as distilled poison, rose from the deepest shadow.

"Maybe it's for the best." She said with a whisper that echoed like a chant. "The plan must begin. We already have a Divine Weapon... She bleeds. She fears. She dreams."

A crimson glow pulsed in the center of the circle of darkness - the Behelit. One eye closed... waiting.

"Let's sacrifice her. And use the Behelit."

But another voice answered, older, harsh as stone dragging.

"Not yet. The ritual requires more."

The figure rose, revealing twisted horns and a necklace of human teeth. "We still need the Pope's body."

A holy - or unholy - murmur resounded in the empty space. "When the holy bones are desecrated... the gate will open."

The woman smiled, her eyes shining like rubies in the abyss. "As you wish, My Lord."