Vergil was undeniably an attractive man. As a noble demon, he naturally exuded a charisma that made him appear even more handso than he ought to be. However...
At the mont, his three wives seed particularly invested in ensuring he looked impeccable for the upcoming noble gathering and had practically dragged him through the streets of Abaddon.
"You know, you really should care a little more about your appearance," Roxanne said, clinging to one of his arms. "You look like a vacationing uncle!" she exclaid.
"Huh? That doesn't matter," Vergil replied nonchalantly.
He was a laid-back man, especially after gaining a few extra inches in height and so muscle tone. He wasn't particularly concerned with appearances. Currently, he was dressed in a floral-patterned pair of shorts and a white button-up shirt, looking every bit the part of a middle-aged man on holiday.
"I hate to agree with Roxanne, but she's right, darling," Ada chid in. She walked ahead of them, a touch annoyed after once again being too slow to claim his arm—Katharina had already taken the other one.
"Hmph!" Katharina huffed indignantly. "Don't listen to them, darling! I love you like this—comfortable!" she said quickly, making Vergil chuckle softly.
"Comfortable isn't the issue," Ada interjected without even glancing back. Her pragmatic tone sliced through the conversation with ease. "We're attending an important event, which ans we all need to be dressed appropriately. You must project an aura befitting your noble status—especially with the political disputes the other nobles have stirred up about our marriage."
Roxanne laughed, shaking her head. "She's not wrong, you know? Love, you look like you're ready for a beach walk, not for impressing noble demons."
"I agree with Roxanne this ti," Ada added, finally stopping in front of an imposing obsidian door carved with intricate flas and glowing runes. She turned, her intense gaze locking onto Vergil. "Which is why I took the liberty of handling this situation."
Katharina, who had remained mostly quiet, tightened her grip on Vergil's arm and eyed Ada with suspicion. "What exactly did you do, Ada?"
"Welco to Thread of the Abyss, the most renowned fashion atelier in Abaddon," Ada announced with a faint smile, pushing the door open.
The scene that greeted them was nothing short of stunning. Fabrics of every conceivable color and texture floated through the air as if alive. Mannequins in demonic forms displayed imposing and intricately designed outfits, while skilled demon tailors worked on arcane machines that blended magic and craftsmanship seamlessly.
Vergil let out a deep sigh, already anticipating the ordeal. "You planned to drag into a fashion parade, didn't you?"
"Not a parade, dear," Ada corrected with an enigmatic smile. "A transformation."
Katharina looked around, her earlier suspicion fading into excitent as she released Vergil's arm. "I'll admit, this could be fun. Maybe they'll co up with sothing that highlights our dear husband's physique even more."
"Sothing that screams authority and class—not 'relaxed uncle,'" Roxanne quipped, giving Vergil a light nudge. "You'll thank us later."
Vergil raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, but only because I'm curious about how far you'll take this idea." He gave a lopsided smirk. "But don't think for a second that any of this changes the fact that I'm already better-looking than any of those nobles—no matter what I wear."
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"Hello, how can I assist you?" A woman dressed in a sharp black suit appeared. She wasn't particularly striking in appearance, with simple brown hair and horns atop her head, clearly marking her as a noble-class demon.
"Hello, kindly inform the owner that Raphaeline Baal sent us," Ada said, showing a card bearing the symbol of a gray diamond. The attendant imdiately bowed so quickly that even Vergil was startled by her speed.
"At once, ma'am! I will summon the proprietor imdiately!" She straightened up quickly, snapped to attention like a soldier, and rushed off.
"Seems my Raphaeline holds a lot of influence," Vergil muttered, only to be t with three deathly glares, as if he had just uttered a great blasphemy.
"Eh?!" He realized he was treading on dangerous ground and quickly raised his hands in surrender, smiling nervously. "Wait, I didn't an—"
"Shut your mouth before we kill you. We don't want to hear any of this 'my Raphaeline' nonsense in front of us," Katharina said darkly.
Before they could continue the brewing argunt, the sharp sound of high heels echoed down a staircase, signaling soone approaching.
The figure descending was tall and elegant, exuding grace and confidence. She wore a black dress that was a blend of classic and modern styles, captivating to any demon's eyes. Her long, curled black hair cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting beautifully with her amber eyes and flawless, sun-kissed skin.
"Welco to my atelier. I am Lucy Fortune," she said with a warm smile. "As Queen Raphaeline Baal requested, I will be your personal stylist from now on. It is an honor to et you, Lord Vergil Baal, the Demon King."
Vergil barely had ti to register her words.
"Demon King?" he questioned, imdiately glancing at Ada, considering Raphaeline was her mother. However, Ada's shocked expression mirrored his own confusion.
"Hm?" Lucy seed surprised by his reaction. "You are the husband of our Queen, correct? That would make you the rightful King, wouldn't it?"
Vergil blinked a few tis, clearly caught off guard by the statent. He turned to Ada, Roxanne, and Katharina for clarification, but all he received were equally puzzled looks.
"Rightful King?" Katharina repeated, raising an eyebrow as she crossed her arms. "That's new. Did you forget to tell us sothing, darling?"
"I'm hearing this for the first ti too!" Vergil quickly defended himself, raising his hands. "Raphaeline never ntioned anything about being the king. I'm just... wait... what even am I to her? Her... owner?" He gestured awkwardly toward the three, his thoughts spiraling.
After all, he hadn't married Raphaeline, Ada's mother. He had simply... claid her as his own.
Ada imdiately brought a hand to her forehead, letting out a heavy sigh and shaking her head. "Vergil, please... You need to stop claiming people like they're property and explain yourself better. I think my mother misunderstood your 'You're mine' as aning she was yours in a... marital sense."
"But that's exactly it—she is mine," Vergil replied bluntly.
"Airhead…" Katharina, Roxanne, and Ada muttered in unison, each facepalming simultaneously.
Lucy, sensing the chaotic energy of the group, maintained her professional smile. "It seems you haven't fully grasped your current situation yet. I will simply address you as Lord Vergil for now, correct?" She sought his approval while glancing at the visibly exasperated won.
"Yes, that's fine," Vergil replied, and Lucy continued, "And you three must be Lady Katharina Agares, Lady Roxanne Sitri, and Lady Ada Baal. Queen Raphaeline has inford of your circumstances, so I've prepared a few things for you as well." She gestured for them to follow.
"We don't want to draw too much attention. My mother said this was a discreet place," Ada comnted, and Lucy smiled knowingly.
"Regarding that, our Queen did ntion the current situation. But honestly, it's not as if we're unaware of your husband. He has caused quite the stir in the hierarchy recently," Lucy remarked without breaking her stride.
"Is there any chance of information leaking?" Katharina asked sharply.
Lucy turned to her with a reassuring smile. "Rest assured, my atelier values privacy above all else. What happens here stays here."
"The contracts we have with witches prevent any witch from entering this place or hearing what's discussed here. Additionally, the staff is bound by death pacts should anything ever leak. This place is a vault of secrets. After all, we must ensure excellent service for all our clients, right?" Lucy said with a smile as they reached an open room.
"Welco to my lovely workshop," she announced, spreading her arms as an array of clothing began to materialize around them.
Coats, suits, boots, bags, jackets, bracelets, gloves, chokers, leather outfits—all ticulously crafted. What imdiately caught Vergil's attention, however, was a dark-toned blue coat with wolf fur accents and black leather detailing.
"First, my lord, I will present you with all the garnts we've crafted using the rare materials the Queen provided, as per her instructions. As a courtesy, I've also prepared sothing... unique. Let's call it a special creation," she said with a smile, beginning to showcase the collection to Vergil.
Vergil took his ti observing the clothes. Lucy hadn't only prepared outfits for him; there were ensembles for Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne as well.
It appeared that Raphaeline had provided Lucy with a generous amount of gold to ensure she beca their personal stylist—permanently. What Vergil had assud to be a one-ti service seed, in reality, to be a lifeti contract.
As Vergil scanned the selection, his attention kept returning to the blue coat—or jacket, as he preferred to call it. It was love at first sight. He'd always adored the color blue, a fact evident in his human-world bedroom, and this coat was everything he wanted. Without hesitation, he selected a pair of black pants, long boots, and the blue coat, pairing them with a simple black shirt underneath.
"Lucy," Vergil called, catching her attention as the won erged from the fitting rooms, each dressed in her chosen attire.
"Do you also work with leather molding? I need a sheath for my Yamato," he said as the sword materialized in his hand out of thin air.
"I can certainly try. With the right asurents, I can craft anything," Lucy replied with a possessive glint in her eyes, clearly feeling challenged by the request.
"Perfect. I have a feeling it will be useful to carry a weapon to this gathering of demons..." he chuckled.
"He's making that face again," Roxanne comnted, adjusting her yellow dress, which clung perfectly to her form.
"Of course he is," Ada sighed.
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