My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Yes, finally something to keep me interested."

The arena seethed with the intensity of the battle between Vergil and Magnus, as if hell itself was being summoned to earth. The ground had warped and melted multiple times, with the shouts of the crowd blending into the sounds of energy waves erupting around the two warriors.

But… Vergil, sweating and breathing heavily, could feel Magnus's pressure intensifying with each second, the heat around him rising exponentially.

'I get it! Your power is fueled by your emotions? HAHAHA!'

Magnus looked like a star about to explode, with black flames spiraling around him.

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His body, now a monstrous figure, radiated an aura so hot that the air around him shimmered like a desert mirage. His flames had grown darker and more violent, swirling around him like infernal serpents, ready to consume everything in their path.

Vergil, on the other hand, was under intense pressure, but an insane smile was plastered across his face.

He could feel the tension in his muscles and the pain beginning to throb through his nerves, but it only heightened the thrill in his heart.

The pressure was like fuel, igniting his thirst for battle.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He began to laugh, a loud, maniacal laugh echoing through the entire arena.

"Is that all you've got, Magnus?" Vergil shouted, taunting him without a trace of fear.

"If that's it, I'll show you something that'll really make you burn!!" Magnus roared in response, his flames exploding around his body as he charged forward.

In the blink of an eye, he was upon Vergil, his fiery fists unleashing a barrage of blows that made the arena floor tremble with each impact. Vergil could barely keep up, blocking some punches with his forearms but feeling Magnus's strength pushing him back.

With every hit, the heat intensified, searing his skin, even as his regeneration ability struggled to keep his body intact.

Magnus grinned fiercely, watching Vergil retreat. The demon appeared unshaken, but now Magnus knew he was feeling the weight of the fight.

"Vergil! You're starting to melt!" Magnus roared, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "I'll reduce you to ashes!"

Vergil, despite his battered body and feeling the hellish heat threatening to consume his flesh, didn't back down.

"HAHAHA YES!" Instead, he began to laugh even louder. His laughter was frenetic, unrestrained, as if he were utterly insane.

The pain, the heat, the pressure… everything he was feeling only heightened the pleasure he found in the fight. He wanted more.

He wanted to feel more of it.

"HAHAHA Ashes?" Vergil laughed, panting, his eyes glinting with a hint of madness. "COME ON, WEAKLING!" With a shout, Vergil raised his hands, channeling his energy.

Power began pouring out of his body, the wind whipping violently around him. But this time, the wind wasn't just an invisible force… it was tinged with red. It was Vergil's blood, fused with his energy, now enveloping him like a dark aura. The wind became as sharp as blades, ripping through the arena floor and reducing stone and metal to dust.

Magnus narrowed his eyes, watching Vergil release his powers without restraint. He braced himself for the attack, but he wasn't prepared for what came next.

Suddenly, a third force manifested around Vergil—fire. Intense red flames began to explode around him, mingling with the wind and blood, creating a chaotic whirlwind of destruction. Magnus's flames were dark and fierce, but Vergil's fire was pure chaos. It didn't resemble the flames of hell but rather a primal, wild, and uncontrollable force.

The arena fell silent for a moment. The audience, made up of demons from every era and power level, watched with a mix of fascination and fear. Many of the oldest demons began whispering among themselves.

"He's just like Sapphire..." one murmured, his voice low but filled with reverence and fear.

"That thirst for battle, that madness... it's identical to what Sapphire used to do in her prime," added another.

"He's... a complete monster... why... why is he so strong?" questioned a third, eyes wide as he watched the spectacle of destruction Vergil was about to unleash.

Magnus heard the whispers too.

His eyes narrowed in rage.

He knew what that meant.

Comparing Vergil to Sapphire was an affront to his own strength, his very existence.

"Damn it!" he roared with even more fury, his flames exploding around him, as his body grew, transforming into a monstrous mass of fire and rage.

"I AM NOT INFERIOR TO ANYONE!" Magnus screamed, his voice rising above the roar of flames surrounding him.

"I'LL DESTROY YOU, VERGIL! YOU AND ALL YOUR POWER!" But Vergil wasn't listening anymore.

He was lost in the ecstasy of battle, his mind consumed by the chaos surrounding him. His aura of wind, blood, and fire grew exponentially, and he launched himself at Magnus with a speed that caught him off guard. In an instant, Vergil was upon him, katana raised, wreathed in flames and wind, ready to cut through everything in his path.

The clash between the two was so violent that it caused the arena floor to crumble beneath their feet. Every strike from Vergil was accompanied by an explosion of flames and cutting winds, while Magnus responded with fiery punches that unleashed devastating waves of heat. With each collision, the arena shook as if it were on the verge of complete collapse.

Magnus tried to engulf Vergil in his flames, but the young demon seemed immune to the heat. Magnus's flames, which had previously been capable of melting even the arena floor, couldn't penetrate Vergil's chaotic aura. The wind around Vergil spun with such intensity that any flame that touched him was immediately blown away.

Vergil grinned like a madman, his eyes gleaming with pure insanity.

"Come on, Magnus! Is that all you've got?! I WANT MORE!" he yelled, as his katana sliced through the air, unleashing a wave of energy that tore through Magnus's shoulder, causing blood and flames to erupt in every direction.

Magnus roared in pain and fury, but before he could recover, Vergil was on him again, attacking relentlessly. It was as if Vergil was dancing on the battlefield, his movements swift and lethal, every cut from his katana bringing nothing but destruction and chaos.

The audience was in shock. The elder demons now watched with a blend of fear and admiration.

Vergil wasn't just strong; he was a maniac.

"He really is just like Sapphire..." one of the oldest demons whispered, his voice trembling. "If he keeps this up, he might even... surpass her."

"Surpass Sapphire, huh...?" Vergil muttered to himself as he continued delivering brutal strikes to Magnus. "I don't want to surpass her... I want her... for myself..." he murmured as his red eyes glinted even more insanely.

Magnus, however, was not defeated. Even with his body battered and bleeding, he rose once again, his fiery aura growing even more intense. He roared, and his flames, once controlled, now spiraled out of control. The heat became so intense that the very air around him began to ignite.

"Pfff.... HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA," Vergil laughed, his excitement rising. "That's it, Magnus! Burn it all! Let's tear this place apart!" he shouted, channeling even more power into his body.

Magnus clenched his fists, now covered in fire and blood. He was injured, but his resolve burned just as fiercely as his flames.

Vergil, on the other hand, seemed to be transcending his own limits. His chaotic aura of wind, blood, and fire spun faster and faster around him, his eyes glowing with a mix of madness and exhilaration. He lunged forward again, like a furious storm, laughing maniacally, with no hesitation or fear.

"More, Magnus! Show me how much you can take!" Vergil shouted, his voice reverberating through the arena.

He delivered a rapid series of strikes with his katana, each movement precise and lethal. Magnus tried to block, but Vergil was relentless, attacking from every possible angle. The fire around them was out of control, but Vergil used the wind to manipulate the flames, pushing them against Magnus and shielding himself from the heat waves.

Vergil charged in with a punch wrapped in fire and blood, the impact hitting Magnus square in the chest and sending him flying back. Magnus dropped to his knees, gasping, his body marked by deep wounds. He raised his head, his face contorted with fury, but also admiration.

"What a monster…" Magnus muttered through gritted teeth, his voice laced with exhaustion and hatred.

"But I'm not done yet!" With a roar, Magnus unleashed all the remaining power in his body. His flames intensified, becoming even hotter, and the heat around them grew so extreme that the arena floor itself began to melt. Magnus raised his hands, forming a ball of pure fire and energy, gathering his maximum strength for one final, devastating attack.

The energy was so pure and hot, it could easily be called a miniature sun.

Vergil watched, a crazed smile on his face.

"Finally... something interesting!" he said, adjusting his stance and focusing his own energy.

The wind around him grew fiercer, and the blood in his aura became denser and more vibrant. The flames on his body intensified, mixing with the wind and blood to form a whirlwind of wild energy.

Magnus hurled his fireball directly at Vergil, screaming in one final act of rage. The fireball cut through the air, packed with such intense energy that the space around it seemed to warp.

Vergil, without hesitation, launched himself forward, facing Magnus's attack head-on. He channeled his energy into his fist, wrapping it in wind, blood, and fire in a spiral of absolute chaos. With an ear-splitting shout, he punched Magnus's fireball.

The impact was catastrophic.

A massive explosion erupted, engulfing both fighters in a whirlwind of flames and energy.

The blast was so powerful that it shook the entire arena, cracking the walls and causing a real earthquake.

The demons in the audience screamed and backed away, as a cloud of dust and debris rose, blocking everyone's view.

"..." Magnus stood in silence, waiting for confirmation of Vergil's death… But then…

WUUUSSHHHH

The wind swept through the arena, and the man reappeared, standing completely unscathed. "Go ahead, summon your familiar. If you're going to hold back, then don't bother fighting." Vergil said as a strange creature appeared beside him.

"Well, well, you bastards, I'm here to smack that miserable pigeon. Go on, call the fire-tailed pigeon so I can beat him up!" Zuri said.