My Wives are Beautiful Demons Chapter 623 - Capítulo 623: Confused Mother and Daughter

Capítulo 623: Confused Mother and Daughter.

The creatures crawled along the walls, sprouted from the ground, fell from the ceiling—each reflecting the chaos that seethed within her. The more Sapphire’s mind spiraled with rage, grief, and sorrow, the more the Abyss responded, writhing as if made of her own soul.

And they grew stronger.

More grotesque.

More voracious.

Each demon ford with too many teeth, too many eyes, too much energy—as if darkness itself were trying to match the level of power overflowing from Sapphire’s body.

Her blood evaporated into the hot, tallic air.

Her wings throbbed.

Her heart pounded like a contained thunderclap.

And the rage… the rage was a constant burning sun behind her eyes.

But, more than anything—it was the pain that made her power surge uncontrollably.

Sapphire tried to shut her mind, tried to lose herself in the carnage, but… it was no use. Katharina’s words ca like repeated blades:

“I don’t want a mother like that.”

Her throat tightened.

“Ridiculous.” She tried to laugh, but it ca out scratchy, bitter.

“Ridiculous that I care about this.”

She smashed a demon across the face. The creature exploded in a circle of black essence.

But the words ca back.

“I don’t want a mother like that.”

A crack ran through Sapphire’s bones.

Her veins glowed bright red, like embers bursting inside her.

That was what was destroying her inside—not the phrase itself, but the fact that it had been said by Katharina. Her daughter. Her little fla. Her heir.

All… because of a damned phrase Sapphire had let slip while drunk.

She hit the ground with such force that the entire layer of the Abyss cracked in circles, like shattering glass. “A JOKE!” She scread against the advancing hordes.

“I WAS JUST JOKING! DRUNK! IT WAS JUST A DAMN JOKE!”

The monsters retreated instinctively—her power was becoming too hot, too bright, too dangerous even for them.

The temperature rose.

The air lted around her hands.

The Abyss pulsed.

And Sapphire couldn’t stop thinking:

What have I done…? How could I do this…? Why does this matter so much…? When… when did I beco so… so fragile?

She bit her lip until it bled. And that blood, touching the ground, ignited an explosion of white and red energy that spread like an overwhelming wave.

The entire horde fell to its knees.

Her strength was growing so fast that even the Abyss—a place known for swallowing Gods—was beginning to tilt around her.

Sapphire slowly raised her head.

Her pupils were as thin as a predator’s.

“You…” she whispered, filled with deep hatred and drowned in sorrow.

“…are the only thing I can destroy today.”

The demons advanced. And Sapphire advanced faster. It was a massacre.

But nothing—absolutely nothing—

could soothe the emptiness left by a single sentence.

A sentence that shouldn’t matter.

A sentence that shouldn’t hurt.

A sentence that shouldn’t break her.

But it did.

Because Sapphire, in the end, despite everything…

…was a mother.

And her heart was in ruins.

Sapphire was in mid-leap.

Blades of crimson flas ford around her, ready to cut an ancient demon in half—when sothing exploded in her mind, so strong it felt like a whiplash of forced mory. A voice.

The voice she most feared rembering.

“I don’t want a mother like that!”

Sapphire froze in mid-air.

The creature lunged, but her power instinctively exploded, throwing it away—without her even realizing it.

The echo continued, cruel, repeated like a torture spell.

“I don’t want a mother like that…”

Her chest sank.

And then the image ca—too clear, too vivid.

The mont of the argunt.

The sll of alcohol in the air.

Her flushed face.

And Katharina… confused, uncomfortable… hurt.

The Abyss itself shifted around her, shadows moving like projectors ripping mories from Sapphire’s soul and spitting them out in front of her.

Sapphire was laughing, half-slumped on the bed, completely drunk after a night of “relaxing” by drinking Primordial Blood from Sepphirothy’s private stockpile.

Katharina had co to talk to her. Just talk. After the embarrassnt she’d suffered in front of her own husband and her ‘friends who share a husband’

And then… Sapphire had blurted that out… about Oyakodon… Yes, all this was because… Sapphire suggested sothing about having sex with her daughter and her husband at the sa ti.

Katharina froze in place, staring at her as if Sapphire had just said the most absurd thing in the universe.

“Mother… What do you an… Oyakodon?” Katharina asked, already pale.

Sapphire, laughing: “Ah, you know… sharing experiences. My world, my intimacies, my… fantasies…”

She waved her hand, without filtering anything. “I would even share that with you. That’s how much I love you. We’re mother and daughter, right?”

Katharina felt the ground disappear beneath her.

“That… that’s wrong, Mom.” Her voice trembled. “It’s shaful! It’s strange! Why would you say that to ?!”

Sapphire sobered up instantly, but too late. “Katharina, I didn’t— I ant that—”

“No! Don’t say anything else!” The girl recoiled, the flas in her hands trembling. “I don’t want a mother like that!”

And she ran away.

The echo of that phrase struck Sapphire’s body like a spear.

She fell to her knees.

The flas around her wavered—not because they were weak, but because they were too strong, out of control.

The entire Abyss writhed.

Demons roared, recoiling, feeling sothing worse than power: emotion.

Sapphire pressed her head together, blood streaming down her face, mixed with the dirt and dust of the Abyss.

“I… just wanted to say that… that she ant everything to …” Her voice was a broken thread. “I just… exaggerate. I love too much. I protect too much. I feel too much.”

The ground trembled. “I hate this shit.” She spoke and thought to herself for a mont.

Before eting Vergil… She and Katharina had an incredible mother-daughter relationship, to the point of bathing together, going out to eat, doing embarrassing things together… Of course, she was rough, she always had been. But with her daughter she was calm and enjoyed spending ti with her.

She was a possessive mother. Very possessive. But Katharina liked that… Right?

The living walls of the Abyss closed in even more.

“When did I… beco this kind of person…?” She laughed bitterly, almost hysterically.

“That kind of mother who ignored her daughter to have an affair with her husband?…”

Sapphire murmured then… “But an Oyakodon would solve that… wouldn’t it?…” until the demons stopped attacking her. And they looked at her seriously.

“Hm? What? Keep dying, I need to relieve so stress.” She said, looking at them.

…

The sun beat down hot and lazily, showering gold on the beach as if the day were trying to embrace whoever was there.

The waves ca and went in a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm.

And in the midst of that absurd tranquility—so far from demons, from infernal realms, from responsibilities—was Katharina.

Lying in a beach chair, her skin golden from the last few days in the sun, wearing a red bikini that highlighted every strong and elegant curve of her body. It wasn’t provocation. It was freedom. It was… breath.

Her hair flowed over her shoulders, shining like newly born flas.

She seed relaxed.

She seed.

But her gaze betrayed everything.

Katharina squinted against the sea’s shimr, sighing deeply—as if trying to brush away troubleso thoughts, but they always returned.

“…Why did we fight like that…?” she murmured to herself.

The sea breeze touched her face, softly, like a caress trying to comfort.

She closed her eyes.

And of course—the mory ca.

Her mother.

Sapphire.

The way she looked at Katharina as if the world were too small to hold so much love.

The way she talked too much when she drank.

The way she overprotected, smothered too much, cared too much.

And the way that night had… broken them both.

Katharina shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

“She really… thought that was okay?”

Her face contorted. “As if it were just a ga…?”

That was what had hurt her the most.

Sapphire didn’t realize when she crossed the line.

She didn’t understand when she hurt.

She loved too intensely—and expected her daughter to absorb it all, without getting lost in the process.

Katharina rubbed her face.

“I just wanted her… to be my mother. That’s all. No exaggerations. No drama. No… that stuff.”

But her heart ached with longing.

Because, despite everything…

Despite the sha…

Despite the anger…

Despite the shock…

Sapphire was her mother.

The fla that nurtured her.

The woman who had always been by her side.

The person who would face hell for her—literally.

And knowing that her mother, deep in the Abyss, was probably punishing herself for that fight… made Katharina feel like a walking knot.

“…you’re such an idiot, Mom…” she whispered, opening her eyes to the perfect blue sky.

“And so am I. I guess.”

The sea reflected the sunlight on her face—and, for a second, the glint seed almost… like a tear she didn’t let fall.

Katharina took a deep breath, trying to relax her shoulders.

She wanted to hate her mother.

Really.

But she couldn’t.

The most she could do was… escape. Breathe. Think. Organize her feelings.

The sea lapped at her feet.

And, ironically, that made her mind return to the only place she was trying to escape.

“Mom… where are you now…?” she murmured… “Damn it, why do I have Oyakodon on my mind? What a stupid thing.” She said and turned, pointing her backside to the sky to get a tan. “Fuck it, I’ll wait for my husband to co pick up.”

Yes, I know this is extrely silly, I’m just experiencing a creative block to start the tournant, wait a bit and we’ll be back soon.