My Wives are Beautiful Demons Chapter 622 - Capítulo 622: 3 days later

Capítulo 622: 3 days later

The entire mansion seed smaller when Vergil was like that.

He paced back and forth in the main room, heavy steps, jaw clenched, fingers opening and closing as if he were forcing himself not to destroy sothing just to relieve his anger.

Three days.

Three days.

Three days since Sapphire disappeared into hell.

Three days since Katharina vanished from the human world.

And with each passing minute, Vergil seed to get… worse.

Novah sat on the sofa, her arm partially regenerated, skin still marked by healing runes. Viviane, kneeling beside her, kept her hands raised as the teal glow of her spiritual magic slowly stitched the flesh together.

Vergil stopped pacing for a split second—only to explode again.

“How did you lose sight of her, Novah!?”

The voice made the windows vibrate.

Viviane kept her magic active, but pressed her lips together.

Novah tilted her head, too afraid to look at him. Her voice ca out hoarse, tired:

“Vergil… I… she attacked . Out of nowhere. Without warning.”

He turned to face her, his eyes burning.

“Katharina wouldn’t attack you like that!”

Novah clenched her teeth, finally lifting her head. Her eyes were moist—and not just from pain.

“She was out of her mind! COMPLETELY out of her mind! Do you think I would let that happen if I could have prevented it?!”

Vergil opened his mouth to retort, but Viviane spoke first, firm:

“She lost an arm, Vergil.”

The sentence fell like a stone in the room.

Novah continued, her voice lower:

“The flas of the Agares clan… they respond to emotions. The more uncontrolled she is, the stronger she becos. And at that mont… she was so nervous, so broken, so… scared…”

Her breath hitched for a mont.

“…that she looked like Sapphire herself.”

The na made the air feel thicker.

Vergil ran a hand through his hair, turning his face away—he didn’t want anyone to see how worry and anger mingled there. He was literally trembling.

It was then that Viola appeared, leaning against the door fra, arms crossed, neutral expression… but serious eyes.

“Sapphire probably went to the Abyss.”

Vergil turned his head slowly, staring at her.

“What?”

Viola entered the room, light steps, as if she didn’t want to disturb the exposed wound that everyone there represented.

“The Abyss is the only place where Sapphire can vent her frustration without risking destroying half of hell. Or half of the human world.” She shrugged. “It’s where she really trains.”

“For three days?”

“This ti… probably yes.”

The silence stretched, uncomfortable.

Vergil clenched his fist.

Viola continued, her voice calm, but with that analytical coldness:

“You know how she gets when she loses her composure. Sapphire keeps everything to herself. It’s always been that way. When sothing crosses her line… she descends into the Abyss to release it all.”

A pause.

“And from what I heard… she was more nervous than in any battle in the last hundred years.”

Novah lowered her head again.

Vergil took a deep breath, the air coming out trembling.

Three days without Sapphire.

Three days without Katharina.

Three days without explanations.

It was as if the world had begun to tilt in a dangerously dark direction—and he felt, deep down, that sothing far greater than a simple disappearance was about to affect them all.

Viviane paused the healing for a mont, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“Vergil… perhaps you need to consider—”

“I’ll go after her.” Viola shook her head slowly.

“You don’t know where she fell into the Abyss. And even if you did… Sapphire is the only one who can navigate there without being shattered. The Abyss has layers that not even hell can control.”

Vergil stared at her, his eyes narrowed.

“Then tell where she is.”

Viola sighed. “If it were that simple… I would have already told you.”

Vergil remained silent for a few seconds—long enough for Viviane, Novah, and Viola to notice that sothing in his gaze had changed.

Still anger. Still worry. But now… a different gleam.

Determination.

He slowly raised his face, as if an idea had just erged from the depths of his subconscious.

“…I really am an idiot,” he murmured.

Viola raised an eyebrow. “That’s not exactly news, but what did you realize now?”

Vergil let out a low laugh—a dry, almost dark laugh.

Novah and Viviane exchanged tense glances.

No one there expected Vergil to laugh in that state.

He ran a hand over his face, took a deep breath… and then said:

“I don’t need to guess where Katharina is.”

Novah blinked, confused.

“What… do you an?”

Vergil turned his palm upward. The aura around him began to twist, enveloping the air like a whirlwind. Red and gold markings appeared on his wrist, intertwining, burning like embers.

The contract seal.

The primordial bond.

“Master and servant,” Vergil said with a crooked smile. “Rember? The contract still exists.”

Viviane’s eyes widened.

“…Her bond with you is still active?”

“Of course it is.” He clenched his fist, and his aura exploded in a icy blue flash. “She can ignore , curse , hit … but this contract is indestructible until I cancel it.”

Viola tilted her head, interested.

“So you’re going to track her.”

“Exactly.”

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let his energy flow through the seal. A slight tug, like a thread connected to Katharina’s soul, began to vibrate… then stretch, pointing to so distant place.

Vergil frowned. “Strange…”

Viviane approached. “What is it?”

“I thought she had gone back to Hell.”

Everyone there stood motionless.

Novah’s eyes widened. “So… she didn’t fall into the Abyss?”

“No.” Vergil tightened the bond again. The seal responded, as if snapping an invisible string pointing towards the terrestrial horizon.

“She’s still in the human world.”

Viola crossed her arms. “That doesn’t make sense. Katharina was having an emotional breakdown. She could never stay in the human world, she’d probably go to the underworld.”

Vergil laughed again—now with more disbelief than humor.

“I found it.”

He opened his eyes.

The laughter ceased.

Only a confused… and irritated look remained.

Viviane swallowed hard.

“And where exactly is she?”

Vergil raised his hand and the seal projected an astral map, tracing lines to the globe.

The line shone over the sea… passed above Central Arica… and stopped at a tiny point in the middle of the turquoise blue.

Vergil blinked.

“…this is wrong.”

Novah: “Where is it?”

Vergil looked at the hologram with an expression as lost as it was indignant.

“Katharina is…” He rubbed his face with his free hand.

“…on the beach?”

Absolute silence.

Viola blinked slowly. “…What does it look like?”

Vergil zood in on the map.

The marker shone brightly over an archipelago.

A paradise island.

Crystal clear blue water.

Tropical forests.

Wooden houses.

And a lot of tourists.

“…she’s in the Caribbean.”

Novah paled. “In the… Caribbean? Like… Caribbean Caribbean?”

Viviane covered her mouth to avoid laughing.

“You know what’s the worst part?” Vergil murmured.

“The label indicates she’s at peace.”

“At peace how…?” Viola asked. Vergil let out a deep, desperate sigh.

“…like soone lying on a deck chair, drinking coconut water.”

Silence.

Then Viviane couldn’t help but laugh.

Novah buried her face in the pillow.

Viola just sighed.

“So… are you going after her?”

Vergil clenched his fist tightly.

“Of course I am. I need to find out what the hell happened for her and Sapphire to fight like that.”

…

The Abyss had no sky—only layers upon layers of living darkness, breathing like a gigantic creature.

And yet… it seed too small in the face of Sapphire’s fury.

With each step she took, the ground cracked.

With each breath, lesser demons turned to dust.

And the blood… the blood simply wouldn’t stop pouring down on her.

The Abyss itself seed to be trying to push her away.

Sapphire stood in the center of a newly ford crater, her body covered in cuts that disappeared as quickly as they appeared. Each blow she struck ripped out guts, bones, souls—it was too much energy, too much power, too much rage to contain.

And precisely because of that… she was getting worse.

Her voice ca out hoarse, broken, but still powerful enough to make the walls of the Abyss tremble:

“She doesn’t like .”

Another demon lunged—she pierced it with her bare hand.

“My own daughter…”

She crushed his skull with her fist, blood spurting until it disappeared into the darkness.

“…doesn’t care about .”

Her eyes were completely bloodshot, pupils constricted into slits. Her hair—that vibrant red that always drew attention—now looked like just another blood-soaked strand. The liquid ran down her face, her arms, the torn feathers of her wings.

Sapphire turned, tearing another demon apart in mid-air.

“When was it…?” She kicked the body away. “When did I beco so sentintal…?”

Another step. Another thud.

She breathed heavily; red vapor escaped her mouth.

“…so possessive…?”

Her hand trembled.

Not from fear—Sapphire didn’t know that feeling.

But from frustration. From sothing deeper, more human, more… forbidden.

She dug her fingers into her own chest, as if trying to forcefully tear away what she felt.

“I never needed anyone.”

Another roar echoed behind her—a creature from the Abyss, larger, denser, made of pure, twisted flesh. She turned her face slowly, her eyes gleaming.

And smiled.

“Great.”

The creature attacked.

Sapphire pierced its body with a single movent, the impact causing the ground to explode. The creature scread, torn apart from the inside out.

Sapphire walked away as the monster disintegrated behind her.

A pool of bubbling blood ford beneath her feet.

“But now…” Her voice faltered—just a little, just enough for soone attentive to notice.

“…now I don’t know anymore.”

She raised her head, lost in the infinite void of the Abyss.

“Does she hate …?”

A tear of blood—which she hadn’t even noticed—slid down along with the crimson rain that covered her face.

And then, as if the Abyss were responding to her feelings, a new horde of creatures began to erge from the fissures.

One hundred.

One thousand.

Tens of thousands.

Sapphire opened her wings, cracking her blood-covered joints.

Hatred.

Pain.

Love.

Fear of losing—even if she would never admit it.

“If this is how it has to be…”

She took a deep breath.

“…then co.”

The entire Abyss trembled as she advanced.