My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 295: Shall we unite 3 swords?

"I'm trying to understand what caused this mutation..." Vergil murmured, his eyes fixed on the three swords resting on the makeshift altar at the center of the old stone hall.

The first was his constant companion — Yamato. A blade of austere beauty, slender and deadly. Forged by the same woman who had crafted the legendary Excalibur, Yamato was more than steel. It contained a part of his soul. Born with him, bound to his fate, it responded to his call no matter the distance, like an extension of his very being.

But now… Yamato had changed.

After absorbing a fragment of Excalibur, it had evolved. Its blade whispered with both sacred and profane energy. A Holy-Demonic sword — a living paradox. An impossible weapon.

The other two swords on the altar had belonged to Iridia and Zex — both fallen in battle. Weapons forged by the same creator, each holding a shard of the legendary artifact. Three fragments gathered... and that was no coincidence.

"That leaves us with three pieces..." Vergil spoke, mostly to himself. His voice carried weight — not just of knowledge, but of foreboding.

He turned, eyes locking onto Viviane — the woman responsible for the creation of all these relics. The last living smith powerful enough to shape reality through metal.

Viviane crossed her arms, her gaze serious and tired. "I don't have a definitive answer... But what I can say is that these blades are a risk."

She reached out and touched one of the swords with caution, as if handling a living creature.

"Having three sacred blades would be cause for celebration in any faction… but for us, it paints a target on our backs. A golden one."

Vergil nodded, thoughts racing. "Spectre has three as well… The fragment he stole when he nearly killed you, the one from Los Angeles… and now the one that was with the vampires."

His brow furrowed, calculating possibilities, timelines, uncertain futures.

Before another word could be spoken, a soft, cold presence manifested behind them. A voice — familiar, yet now laced with something new: conviction.

"I have a solution for this."

The voice sliced through the silence like a breeze — but there was a storm behind its calm.

Vergil and Viviane turned at once.

Sapphire was there. Standing beneath the arch of the forge, as if she'd always belonged in that place. Wrapped in dense spiritual energy, the strands of her hair floated gently around her face, as if electricity pulsed beneath her skin. Something about her had changed.

Her eyes — deep and blue like a collapsing ocean — were resolute. This wasn't just an idea. It was a plan.

"These swords shouldn't exist separately anymore," she said, walking up to the stone altar. "They're... incomplete. And as long as they remain that way, they'll keep acting as bait. Cracks in the world's balance."

She extended a hand and touched Yamato with reverence, as though greeting an old friend.

"But maybe, if we unite them..." She drew Yamato from the stone with a metallic whisper and raised it, pointing the slender blade directly at Viviane's face.

"Fuse them here. Into Yamato." Her voice was firm — almost a command. "This sword is an extension of Vergil's soul. It exists within him — as him. It can't be stolen, broken, or sealed. Not… if we complete this. These three forces will become one. An artifact impossible to capture."

Viviane arched an eyebrow, processing. Sapphire, meanwhile, turned her gaze to Vergil — and for a moment, her expression softened.

"You're starting to change," she said with a faint smile on her lips. "Divinity is surfacing in you. Still raw, undefined… but it's there. Like a dormant fire about to set the sky ablaze."

She walked closer to him, keeping Yamato by her side. "If we absorb the other two swords into Yamato, no one will be able to sense them anymore. They'll cease to exist as separate artifacts. They'll be part of your soul."

Sapphire sighed, and a mischievous glint danced in her eyes.

'And… if Azazel is right, your compatibility with draconic entities will increase even more. Excalibur was made to kill dragons — but imagine that power wielded by someone born to hunt them' she thought, smiling like the demon she truly was.

She turned away, hiding a crooked smile.

'I shouldn't be thinking too much about this…' she whispered under her breath, barely audible, '…my panties are already wet.'

"Is this possible?" Vergil asked, his eyes fixed on Yamato for a moment before turning to Viviane.

The blacksmith didn't answer immediately. She stepped forward and, with a calm motion, took Yamato from Sapphire's hand.

She raised it to eye level, gently rotating the blade between her fingers. Her gaze wasn't merely technical — it was reverent, like someone beholding something that had surpassed even their own creation.

"Well..." she began, running her thumb softly along the sword's edge, feeling the pulses of energy within. "Yamato is already... a miracle."

"Forged with soul. With purpose. And now imbued with sacred and demonic essence, plus a fragment of Excalibur." She furrowed her brow. "That means it's become a stable vessel... a catalyst."

Viviane extended her hand, and with a graceful gesture, made the other two swords float toward the center of the room. They rotated slowly, as if drawn to Yamato's presence.

"But what you're proposing..." she paused, "...isn't a simple fusion. It's a total synergy. Something I've only seen once — and it ended with a dimensional explosion."

Sapphire crossed her arms, smiling."So it could go wrong."

Viviane huffed, raising an eyebrow."Of course it could. We're dealing with three holy swords created from fragments of the same divine source, but distorted over time. Incompatible rune codes, opposing mana charges... and in the middle of it all: a spiritual sword housing a living soul."

She looked at Vergil."If I do this, Yamato will no longer be just yours. She will become... an entity."

"What do you mean?" Vergil narrowed his eyes.

"You won't be just the wielder anymore. You'll be the bond. The host. This weapon will want to live — and to do that, it'll demand something in return."

"Like what?"

"It might demand sacrifice. Might affect your sanity. Or maybe... it'll simply love you back," Viviane said with a strange little smile. "Living weapons are unpredictable. But one thing I know: no one, absolutely no one, will be able to take it from you. It will be unique. Final."

The three swords began to tremble, as if reacting to her words.

Viviane then extended Yamato back to Vergil.

"The choice is yours. I can do this... but you need to understand: this fusion will change more than the sword. It will change you."

Silence.

The energy in the room pulsed. Sapphire watched everything with a look that blended expectation and pride — and perhaps... fear.

Vergil stared at the blade. Yamato pulsed softly, as if awaiting an answer.

He kept his gaze locked on the blade for long seconds.

Yamato trembled slightly in his hand, but not out of instability — it was as if she were... alive. As if she understood what was about to happen.

A complete fusion. A rebirth.

He hesitated no longer.

"Do it." His voice was low, but firm like a sentence. "Merge the three."

Viviane looked at him for a moment, surprised by the speed of his response — but soon the surprise gave way to a silent nod of respect. She knew Vergil wasn't the type to waver in the face of difficult choices.

"Understood." She sighed, returning a look just as resolute. "But it won't be quick."

She stepped away from the altar, walking through the stone hall with heavy steps, as if calculating invisible distances and dimensions. The sound of her heels echoed like dry hammer strikes.

"This forge... won't do," she said, glancing around with a certain disdain. "It was made for shaping iron, enchanted silver, even draconic bone. But what we're doing now..."

She turned, her eyes glowing like ancient embers.

"...is divine smithing. And for that, I need a new heart of fire." She looked at Sapphire.

"How long?" Vergil asked.

Viviane thought for a moment. "Three days. Maybe four. I'll need to reactivate the Crimson Chamber. The elemental core I used to forge Excalibur still sleeps beneath my Lake — I'll have to go deep to reach it."

Sapphire let out a low whistle. "You're opening that forge?"

Viviane just nodded, without humor.

"If I'm going to seal three fragments of the original blade into a single body — or better yet... a soul — I need the same heat that can melt any material. And there's nothing better than my old companion."

She looked at Vergil with gravity.

"During these days, do not touch the swords. Don't try to merge them on your own. And, for all that is sacred — do not take them into battle." Her tone was serious.

"Their energy is collapsing in terms of stability. They might seem fine, but they're fragments. A clash right now could... awaken something or destroy everything."

Vergil nodded silently, his somber gaze fixed on the three blades floating above the altar.

"And where are you going to prepare this forge?"

"Below. In the underground," Viviane said, already turning toward a side corridor veiled by ancient runes. "I'll build a new forge down there. After all, I need a place to work in the future."

Sapphire raised an eyebrow, lips pursed. "I'll get the items you need. Amon should help me."

Viviane nodded with a smile.