The two weeks that followed were a period of recovery, rest, and, in so ways, frustration for Vergil.
Although his body was incredibly resilient, the Death Curse that Spectro had inflicted on him was not sothing that would simply fade with ti. Sepphirothy had managed to remove the remnants of the cursed energy before it could spread throughout his system, but the scars left by that attack required more than just magic to heal.
His body was overwheld, forcing him to slow down—sothing he was not used to doing. After all, ever since he beca a demon, Vergil had been consud by this chaotic world and had not had a mont of respite.
Despite his endurance, Vergil accepted that he needed to rest. For the first ti in a long while, he was able to truly stop and enjoy his own ho, surrounded by his wives and loyal followers.
Katarina took a more direct role in his recovery, ensuring that he didn't push himself too hard and forcing him to rest when necessary. Roxanne, Ada, Raphaeline, and Stella were always nearby as well, each contributing in their own way—whether by distracting him with conversation or simply keeping him company.
The forced downti allowed Vergil to enjoy things he rarely appreciated.
The days were peaceful, spent between well-prepared als, long baths, and monts of leisure with those around him. Even Viviane, who was usually more reserved, was present—though in a more restrained manner, clearly dealing with her own feelings toward him after that... shock...
Zex and Iridia never missed a chance to tease her about it, encouraging her to get closer, which always resulted in embarrassed expressions and adorable reactions from the young mage.
However, while Vergil enjoyed his recovery, the world around him did not stop.
Paimon, who had taken the lead in the search for Spectro and his generals, began to face significant difficulties. Initially, the traces left by Spectro and his group were evident. So locations showed remnants of their presence, residual energy, and signs of battles or recent occupation. But as the days passed, all the clues seed to vanish.
The demons sent by Paimon to hunt them down returned empty-handed, frustrated by their inability to follow a solid trail… or they simply never returned at all. It seed that Spectro had completely disappeared from the map—and that was a problem.
Soone so powerful and dangerous vanishing without a trace was not a good sign. With each passing day without new information, Paimon grew more restless, her temper becoming more unstable as she realized she was dealing with an enemy who knew exactly how to erase his tracks.
anwhile, rumors began to circulate through the underworld and among other races. Not only that, but… the human dia continued to dig deeper into what had happened that day in Los Angeles… until Interpol itself had to intervene, feeding the public a lie about a new terrorist threat to keep them away from supernatural affairs.
However, the supernatural world still knew the truth. Many speculated about the events in Los Angeles—the battle between Vergil, Seraphina, Lucian, Dante, and Spectro.
The confrontation had been so intense that its repercussions were felt in multiple places, sparking concern and, in so cases, fear. So factions began moving behind the scenes, trying to understand what was really happening and what the next steps of each side involved would be.
Vergil followed all of this closely, even while recovering. Though he was enjoying his break, he never stopped monitoring events, constantly requesting updates from Paimon. He knew that this mont of calm was only temporary. Spectro had not vanished completely without a reason, and Vergil was certain that he would return at so point—and when that happened, he wanted to be ready.
Vergil had not forgotten what Spectro had done to Viviane, and he never would.
Still, as aware as he was of the threats around him, Vergil did not allow them to completely overshadow his ti of rest. He spent ti with those who stood by his side, enjoyed his als without hurry, trained lightly to regain his strength gradually, and even indulged in a few monts of relaxation—sothing he had not allowed himself to do in a long ti.
By the end of the two weeks, he was practically recovered. His body was strong again, his mind sharp, and his determination unwavering. He knew that his ti of rest had co to an end. Spectro was still out there, plotting sothing, and Vergil had no intention of simply waiting to find out what it was.
The war was far from over.
"So… he disappeared completely?" Vergil questioned, his voice filled with incredulity and irritation. His eyes locked onto the woman sitting comfortably in a striking pink armchair, as if the situation wasn't grave enough to wipe the carefree look off her face.
He was in Paimon's domain, deep in the underworld—a place he normally wouldn't mind being. But this ti, the atmosphere was neither fun nor indulgent. He hadn't co alone. At his side, Ada remained silent, arms crossed, observing everything with her sharp and calculating gaze.
"Yes… nothing." Paimon responded with a grim expression, gesturing toward the nurous screens scattered across the walls, each displaying different locations around the world. "Every continent on Earth? Nothing."
She switched the images. "The other eight realms? Nothing."
Another transition. "The underworld? Nothing."
Another. "The Witch's Realm? Nothing."
"Not even the Gods I have contact with know anything." She drumd her fingers against the armchair, her eyes flashing with frustration.
Vergil frowned. "Not a single trace? A clue?"
Paimon scoffed, throwing her head back against the chair's headrest. "Not even fucking Aphrodite!" she shouted, pressing her temples.
Vergil raised an eyebrow. Ada tilted her head slightly, intrigued.
"You heard right!" Paimon pointed at him, her fingers trembling with rage. "The Goddess of Sex! The one who has contacts in every damn corner of the world! If there's anyone who could track down a man, it would be her!"
She suddenly stood up, pacing back and forth. "And guess what? Even she doesn't know!" Paimon spun on her heel, her eyes burning with a mix of indignation and unease. "This is a problem, Vergil. A huge problem."
Vergil sighed, leaning back on the dark leather couch. "So he's not just hiding. He's been erased from the very concept of existence…"
Ada finally spoke, her voice firm and calm. "That ans soone is concealing him. And whoever it is has power that rivals even that of the Gods."
Silence weighed in the room for a few monts.
Vergil closed his eyes briefly, lost in thought. Spectro and his generals… they hadn't just fled. They had been erased from the map, as if they had never existed. This wasn't a simple escape. Soone was hiding them. And that idea disturbed him more than he cared to admit.
When he opened his eyes again, a cold determination glead within them. His gaze locked onto Paimon.
"Give a list of everyone capable of camouflaging that bastard." His voice was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "I will find him, no matter who's behind this."
Paimon let out a heavy sigh, rolling her eyes. "Oh, co on! I already told you, there's no one!" She threw her hands up, clearly frustrated.
That was when Ada, who had been silently observing the exchange, decided to intervene.
"Nyx could do it." Her voice was calm, but filled with certainty.
Vergil and Paimon imdiately turned their heads to look at her, surprised.
"What?" Paimon frowned. "Are you saying that Nyx, the Primordial of the Night, might be involved in this?"
Ada shrugged, as if explaining sothing far too obvious. "No, I said she could do it. But besides that, my mother knows Nyx. They've traded swords in the past."
Vergil crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. "To think that Raphaeline had such an obsession with swords that she'd negotiate with a Primordial… That's crazy."
Ada let out a short chuckle. "My mother is friends with Tsukuyomi. And he was the one who introduced her to Nyx. So, in a way… she has these connections."
"How does your mother know Tsukuyomi?!" Paimon asked, clearly intrigued. After all… she didn't even know Tsukuyomi! And he was, like… an Archon, a rank above a Demon King.
Ada simply smirked, enjoying their reactions. "Won love gossip, especially when it involves ancient swords. Who knows how that friendship started?"
Paimon scoffed, crossing her arms. "That makes no damn sense…"
Vergil, on the other hand, just chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, if Nyx can hide soone like Spectro, and Raphaeline has a way to reach her… Looks like we just found a new lead."
Paimon let out a heavy sigh, throwing herself back into her armchair. "Great. So now, on top of hunting down a damn ghost, we have to deal with one of the oldest entities in the universe. Why can't my life just be simple?"
Vergil smirked, his expression gaining a predatory glint. "Then maybe it's ti we paid the Goddess of the Night a visit."
Ada sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly. I just wanted a date… she thought, feeling the exhaustion settle in. Two weeks of peace. Just two weeks… and her husband was already ready to throw himself back into action.
TRIIINNGGG! TRIIINNGGG!
The insistent ringing of a phone broke the mont. Ada blinked, pulling the device from her pocket and answering without much urgency.
"Hm?" She held the phone to her ear, listening to the voice on the other end. "Yeah, he's with ."
A brief pause.
"You want to talk to him? Okay, sure, I'll pass it over…" She pulled the phone away and handed it to Vergil. "Katharina's on the line."
Vergil raised an eyebrow, taking the phone. It was rare for Katharina to call him directly, which imdiately set off an alarm in his mind.
He brought the phone to his ear. "Hey?"
The response ca sharp as a blade.
"Listen to carefully." Katharina's voice was serious, with no trace of hesitation. "Alexa… was attacked earlier tonight. Can you co here? There's sothing you need to see."
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