Ruby stepped forward first, her eyes calmly surveying the estate.
"It has good bones," she said softly.
Hazel tilted her head as her sharp gaze swept across the overgrown gardens with sothing that looked almost like amusent.
"Good bones?" she chuckled. "This place looks like it died twenty years ago."
Damian let out a slow breath as he looked across the land. He was just about to say that he would begin refurbishing the place tomorrow. However, Hazel cut him off before the words could leave his mouth.
"Well... I guess we start fixing it." She smiled.
"Fixing it?" he blinked in confusion.
"We will rebuild it."
Hazel responded indifferently, as if this were the most natural conclusion imaginable. She lifted her hand and snapped her fingers, and an isolated barrier began piecing itself together around the estate.
At once, crimson fox fire erupted from her palm.
It did not behave like ordinary flas. The fire moved with intelligence, flowing across the garden like a living river of glowing crimson spirits. The flas raced through the wild bushes, swallowing weeds, vines, and dead trees within seconds.
The fire produced no smoke and left no ash.
Everything it touched simply vanished, as if the flas devoured the very concept of decay itself.
Within minutes the entire garden had been cleansed. The tangled wilderness that once choked the land disappeared completely, leaving behind bare, dark soil and clean stone pathways.
Damian stared in silence, stunned to the core. The old version of himself would have assud this was simply so flashy supernatural skill. But now he could see the truth. This was nothing more than fox fire manipulated to an extre degree of control. If not for the training he had undergone recently, he would never have been able to recognize the difference.
Hazel casually brushed invisible dust from her shoulder.
"There. Much better."
Imdiately, Ruby stepped forward next. Her expression softened slightly as she stretched out her hand above the empty soil.
A faint erald aura began leaking from her fingertips, and the earth itself began to tremble.
At first, nothing happened.
Then the soil cracked open and thin green shoots pushed through the ground.
Then more.
And more.
Within seconds the garden erupted with life.
Elegant rose bushes rose from the soil like sculpted statues. Deep crimson roses blood instantly beneath the gentle wind. Long vines curled gracefully along marble trellises that had not existed monts before. Golden lilies opened their petals toward the sky while clusters of white jasmine wrapped themselves around the stone walkway.
Entire flower beds ford as if the land itself had rembered what beauty was supposed to look like.
Small ornantal trees grew along the edges of the garden, their leaves glowing faintly beneath the moonlight.
Ruby lowered her hand, and a soft breeze moved through the newly born garden.
Damian slowly looked around.
"Wow..."
He did not know how to react.
When most people imagined demonic power, they imagined sothing grotesque and violent. Sothing twisted and ugly.
But Damian had begun to understand sothing very different.
Demonic power was beautiful on the outside.
And ugly on the inside.
Take his dark miracles as an example. He perford genuine miracles, acts that looked divine to those who witnessed them. Yet beneath those miracles lay a hidden danger waiting to manifest later.
The sa thought crossed his mind as he stared at the breathtaking garden Ruby had created. Damian was willing to bet his life that sowhere beneath all that beauty lay a hidden danger.
But he did not care.
He would never be on the receiving end of it.
They moved toward the mansion entrance.
The large wooden doors creaked loudly when Damian pushed them open, revealing the dim interior of the old estate. Dust floated lazily through the air like tiny ghosts dancing in the moonlight that slipped through the torn curtains.
Cobwebs stretched across the high ceilings while old furniture sat abandoned beneath thick layers of dust.
Damian stepped inside and imdiately coughed.
Racheal held onto his arm while wearing a disgusted expression.
"This place slls like a grave."
She raised her hand slightly.
A ripple of dark demonic energy spread through the room like a silent wave.
The dust lifted from every surface at once.
Cobwebs disintegrated instantly.
The rotting sll vanished as the air itself seed to purify.
The floors polished themselves as the demonic energy swept across the marble tiles, restoring their original shine.
Damian blinked in shock.
This was the kind of thing he used to see only in cartoons. He had never imagined experiencing sothing like this in real life.
"...Okay."
Hazel clapped her hands, excitent shining brightly in her eyes.
But she was not the only one.
Ruby and Racheal looked just as eager.
"Now cos the fun part."
Ruby raised her hand and unleashed a swirling erald whirlpool in the center of the room.
The air distorted as the erald whirlpool expanded, growing into a large circular gateway.
Through it ca furniture.
A massive throne-like chair floated through first. Behind it ca long velvet couches frad in gold that shimred beneath the moonlight. Tables crafted from white marble followed, their surfaces inlaid with intricate silver patterns.
Hazel casually waved her hand and a tall cabinet drifted out of the portal.
"This one is from a palace in the Tang Dynasty during one of our vacations with Lin," she said casually. "I think that was our second trip outside the underworld."
Damian watched the girls gather around the table, chatting and laughing as mories resurfaced.
Then Racheal called forth a chandelier made entirely of crystal blades.
"Sixteenth century Vienna," she muttered. "Do you rember?"
"How could I forget?" Hazel smiled warmly at the chandelier, clearly recalling the mont.
"Eternity is beautiful if you have soone to spend it with."
As she said this, her gaze shifted toward Damian.
But it was not only her.
Ruby and Racheal also glanced at him with soft smiles, their eyes filled with warmth. Knowing that he belonged to them, knowing that they had eternity ahead to create new mories together, only made them more excited.
Ruby stepped through the portal herself and erged carrying a long mahogany dining table that looked as if it belonged inside a royal castle.
"We took this from a noble family in dieval France."
Damian slowly turned his head.
He could no longer remain a silent observer.
"You... stole furniture from different centuries?"
The three girls laughed lightly at his words, and Hazel took the initiative to explain.
"We have lived for several thousand years. We have visited more than a thousand different Earths."
Racheal flicked her fingers casually.
Another couch floated through the portal, this one crafted from deep purple velvet and embroidered with golden threads.
"Is it wrong for us to take souvenirs when we leave?"
Damian wanted to shout yes.
But if he himself traveled to another world, he knew he would probably want a souvenir as well. Taking a single item from each place did not exactly feel like theft, even if technically it was.
Regardless, he had no reason to complain.
The empty mansion was transforming rapidly.
Beautiful carpets rolled themselves across the floors. Golden candle stands floated gracefully into place along the hallways while the massive crystal chandelier rose toward the ceiling and secured itself perfectly above the grand hall.
Each room slowly filled with furniture that looked like it belonged in royal palaces throughout history.
Damian stood quietly in the center of it all, watching the impossible transformation unfold before his eyes. Walls that had once been bare now displayed centuries of artwork.
He had assud he would need to spend enormous amounts of money renovating the mansion.
Now it seed all he needed was a painter to refresh the walls, an electrician, and a plumber.
Once again he found himself saving a fortune simply by having his wives beside him.
’Even without the sin of lust, I would happily give up my soul just to have them by my side for eternity,’ he smiled inwardly.
Hazel leaned against a couch and crossed her arms proudly.
"Well?"
Damian slowly turned in a full circle, taking in the transford mansion before responding.
"...I bought an abandoned estate and you girls turned it into a palace. God, I’m so lucky to have you three."
Damian opened his arms wide for a hug.
Racheal, Hazel, and Ruby imdiately blushed deeply, their faces turning bright red.
Yet they still ran into his arms without hesitation, falling into his embrace.
Hazel and Racheal began kissing his neck from both sides while Ruby looked directly into his eyes.
"We worked really hard," Ruby said in a soft, suggestive tone as her hand slowly slid down his chest toward his trousers.
"Now we want you to reward us."
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