My Wives are Beautiful Demons Chapter 796: Vergil and Metatron are good friends

The infinite white remained silent for a few seconds after Vergil’s words faded into the conceptual void of that reserved space. There was no wind, echo, or any ambient noise there. Only presence. Only thought. The kind of place where even emotions seed sharper than they should be.

tatron stood motionless before him, his long, light hair floating gently like threads of light suspended in invisible water. His multiple halos swirled slowly behind his head, emitting delicate luminous patterns reminiscent of celestial gears in constant calculation. The supre scribe did not avert his gaze once while Vergil spoke of Lucy. In fact, he seed to listen with a dangerously genuine interest.

In the distance, still visible in that strange white space, Lucy remained seated on the materialized sofa, completely absorbed in her coloring book. The contrast was almost absurd. While two beings capable of altering cosmic structures discussed the nature of her existence, the girl colored a crooked dragon using three different shades of gold.

tatron finally moved his eyes towards her. His gaze shifted imdiately.

Before, he had observed Lucy with casual curiosity, like soone analyzing a rare phenonon. Now, there was real depth to his attention. The soft runes that discreetly orbited her halos began to spin faster, rearranging symbols into complex patterns. It was evident that he was analyzing sothing beyond physical matter.

Vergil noticed.

"Are you seeing sothing?"

tatron didn’t answer imdiately.

He continued observing Lucy for long seconds while the girl murmured softly to herself about which pencil best matched "happy wings." Small golden fragnts involuntarily appeared around her whenever she laughed, luminous particles that disappeared too quickly for a mortal to notice.

But tatron noticed.

And that clearly bothered him.

The scribe tilted his head slightly to the side, like soone trying to solve an impossible calculation.

"Interesting..."

Vergil crossed his arms.

"That’s not a comforting word."

"It’s not a negative word either." tatron narrowed his eyes gently. "Her existence... is strange."

"I noticed."

"No, Vergil." For the first ti since the beginning of the conversation, tatron seed genuinely intrigued. "Strange to ."

This elicited a brief silence from the Demon King.

Because there was a gigantic difference between "sothing unusual" and "sothing tatron can’t imdiately categorize."

Eden itself revolved around absolute records. tatron was, essentially, an entity tied to the conceptual organization of creation. If even he demonstrated difficulty in understanding Lucy, then the problem was much bigger than Vergil expected.

tatron slowly raised one hand.

Delicate runes appeared around his fingers, white and gold symbols that seed made of condensed logic. They weren’t aggressive. Nor invasive. Just observant.

The runes swirled gently in Lucy’s direction. The girl blinked as small lights began to orbit around her head.

"Oh! Little fireflies!"

She tried to catch one.

The rune imdiately dodged.

Lucy was offended.

"It ran away from ."

Vergil watched the scene in silence while tatron continued analyzing.

Then the scribe finally sighed.

And shook his head.

"I don’t fully understand either."

Vergil raised an eyebrow.

"That coming from you is worrying."

"I agree." tatron slowly lowered his hand, making the runes disappear into thin air. "But so conclusions are possible."

Vergil waited.

tatron turned his lilac eyes to Lucy once more.

"She is clearly a divine being."

The silence between them grew heavier.

Vergil didn’t outwardly show exaggerated surprise, but his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Divine."

"Yes." tatron nodded calmly. "That’s not debatable. Her spiritual structure possesses inherently superior properties. There’s no dominant demonic corruption. No infernal decay. Not even the typical instability of hybrids."

Vergil remained silent.

tatron continued slowly, carefully choosing his words.

"But there is a problem."

"Of course there is."

"I don’t know exactly what she is within the divine category."

Vergil uncrossed his arms.

"Explain."

tatron walked a few steps slowly in that white void, like soone organizing extrely delicate thoughts.

"There are ordinary divine beings. Angels, higher spirits, entities linked to creation, conceptual manifestations, direct descendants of sacred forces..." He closed his eyes briefly. "Lucy doesn’t fit perfectly into any of those classifications."

"And where does she fit in?"

"Perhaps..." tatron hesitated for the first ti since the beginning of the conversation. "...an entity."

Vergil stood still.

The word wasn’t spoken casually.

Entities weren’t simply powerful creatures. Nor minor gods. Nor ancient beings.

An entity was sothing whose existence transcended normal categories of race and function.

Sothing that didn’t need to "belong" to a species.

Sothing that simply existed as a living concept.

Vergil let out a small sigh through his nose.

"Wonderful."

tatron almost smiled.

"You seem less excited than I imagined."

"Because entities usually co accompanied by dinsional catastrophes, religious wars, or taphysical collapses."

"Fair point."

Lucy suddenly raised her hand.

"Can I draw a cat with a sword?"

They both looked at her.

Vergil replied imdiately:

"Of course." "Thank you!"

She happily returned to her normal coloring, completely oblivious to the fact that her existence had just been classified as potentially a cosmic problem.

tatron observed this for a few seconds before continuing.

"The strangest thing isn’t just her structure." His voice beca lower, more analytical. "It’s the contradiction."

Vergil looked directly at him.

"What contradiction?"

tatron closed his eyes for a mont.

"I feel the sin of pride emanating from her."

Vergil didn’t react imdiately.

But the air around him seed to grow heavier.

tatron continued:

"Not symbolically. Not as a personality. I literally feel the conceptual signature of pride surrounding her soul." His halos slowed slightly. "It’s an ancient presence. Superior. Absolute."

Vergil remained silent.

Then tatron opened his eyes again.

"But her aura says exactly the opposite."

Vergil frowned slightly.

"Opposite?"

"Lucy doesn’t exude spiritual arrogance." tatron seed genuinely bothered by the inconsistency. "She doesn’t possess egocentric dominance over her environnt. There’s no conceptual narcissism. There’s no imposition of existential superiority."

He looked at the girl again.

Lucy was busy drawing a golden cat holding a disproportionately large sword.

"She seems... kind."

Vergil made a small noise of agreent.

"She is."

tatron narrowed his eyes.

"And that doesn’t make sense."

Vergil finally looked away for a few seconds.

When he spoke again, his voice was lower.

"Lucy was born from Lucifer’s soul."

tatron stood still.

For the first ti since the beginning of that conversation, his expression lost so of its perfect composure.

Vergil continued:

"When his soul was destroyed, fragnts remained scattered." He closed his eyes briefly, as if recalling an extrely complicated process. "It was rebuilt. Reorganized."

tatron remained completely silent.

"...Lucy was born from that."

The halos behind tatron’s head slowed almost to a standstill.

Then he finally nodded slowly.

"That explains a lot."

Vergil observed his reaction carefully.

"Explain."

tatron sighed softly.

"Lucifer wasn’t just a powerful fallen angel." His voice beca more distant, almost contemplative. "He was the absolute representative of a concept."

Vergil remained attentive.

"The Sin of Pride isn’t just vanity." tatron began to walk slowly through the white void as he spoke. "It’s individuality elevated to the extre. It’s the absolute belief in one’s own existence above all other things."

He raised his eyes.

"Lucifer was pride because he believed he could exist above order without ceasing to be perfect."

Vergil listened in silence.

"When an entity of that level is fragnted..." tatron continued slowly. "...the pieces don’t behave like normal soul fragnts."

Vergil imdiately understood what that ant.

"They retain conceptual properties."

"Exactly."

tatron turned his eyes to Lucy.

"The girl inherited part of the primordial signature linked to pride." His fingers moved slowly in the air as small runes reappeared around them. "But apparently... without inheriting the emotional corruption that normally accompanies that concept."

Vergil narrowed his eyes.

"So she’s not Lucifer."

"No." tatron replied imdiately. "Definitely not."

That seed to relieve sothing invisible within Vergil.

tatron noticed.

"You were worried about that."

Vergil was silent for a second.

"...Yes."

Because that was the question he never verbalized.

No matter how much Lucy smiled, joked, or seed innocent... there was always the fear hidden deep in his mind.

What if she wasn’t really a child?

What if it was just Lucifer slowly rebuilding himself?

tatron seed to understand that thought exactly.

"Lucy possesses traits derived from Lucifer." His voice ca out firm and absolute. "But she is not a continuation of his consciousness."

Vergil slowly exhaled through his nose.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." tatron nodded calmly. "Her emotional structure is too genuine. Lucifer would never spontaneously produce that kind of innocence."

Lucy suddenly held up the drawing.

"Look! The cat got a crown!"

They both looked.

The cat really did have a crown now.

And also a sword bigger than its own body.

Vergil observed for two seconds.

"He looks authoritative."

"He’s king!"

tatron let out a low laugh.

Then his gaze beca serious again.

"But there’s another problem."

Vergil imdiately lost what little tranquility he had recently acquired.

"Of course there is."

"If Lucy was truly born from the fragnted reconstruction of a primordial soul like Lucifer’s..." tatron slowly intertwined his fingers. "...then she can evolve."

Vergil stood motionless.

"Evolve how?"

"I don’t know."

The sincerity of that answer was worse than any explanation. tatron rarely said "I don’t know."

"She may remain exactly like this forever." The scribe continued calmly. "Or she may develop properties increasingly closer to a superior conceptual entity."

Vergil observed Lucy silently.

The girl was now trying to balance three pencils between her fingers while drinking hot chocolate at the sa ti.

"...She can barely hold the pencils properly."

"Entities don’t necessarily start out grand." tatron tilted his head slightly. "So start out small."

That didn’t help at all.

Vergil discreetly massaged his forehead.

"So, in short." His voice ca out dry. "My daughter may be a conceptual divine entity born from the fragnts of the soul of the Sin of Pride."

"In short? Yes."

"Excellent."

tatron almost smiled again.

"You handle absurd revelations surprisingly well."

Vergil gave him a dead stare.

"Inside, I’m extrely annoyed."

"Understandable."

Lucy then suddenly raised her face.

"May I draw you?"

tatron blinked slowly.

"?"

"You’re handso." She pointed the pencil at his halos. "And you look expensive."

The silence lasted exactly two seconds before Vergil let out a low chuckle through his nose.

tatron elegantly brought his hand to his face.

"...I don’t know how to respond to that."

"It’s normal." Vergil slowly regained his composure. "She also said that about a dragon."

Lucy nodded imdiately.

"You look more expensive than the dragon."

tatron remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he sighed.

"I’ll take that as a complint."

The white room sank back into a comfortable silence after Lucy’s last remark. The girl had already resud her important artistic mission, completely focused on deciding whether tatron’s drawing needed more gold or more "expensive glitter," whatever that ant in her childish logic.

Vergil remained observing for a few seconds.

There was sothing strangely peaceful about that scene. Lucy drawing calmly, tatron allowing it with an almost absurd serenity, and the white void around them acting as a temporary interval between cosmic catastrophes. Considering the recent history involving floods, angelic threats, and divine runes rewriting taphysical laws, it was dangerously close to being relaxing.

tatron noticed the brief contemplative silence coming from him.

"You’re overthinking."

Vergil let out a small sigh through his nose.

"Professionally unavoidable."

Lucy raised her little hand without taking her eyes off the drawing.

"I think little."

"Yes," Vergil replied imdiately. "And that clearly improves your quality of life."

She nodded with absolute conviction.

"It’s great."

tatron observed the two for a few seconds before gently resting one hand on the arm of the chair. His halos slowly rotated behind his head, projecting golden reflections onto the infinite white around him. Even in that boundless environnt, he still seed perfectly integrated into the space, as if that place had been created specifically to accommodate his presence.

Vergil then looked away from Lucy and turned his attention to the celestial scribe.

"So."

tatron raised an eyebrow slightly.

"So?"

Vergil crossed his arms slowly.

"May I speak with the Heavenly Father?"

The question hung in the white void without exaggerated dramatization, yet it carried enough weight to alter the atmosphere. It wasn’t a common request. It wasn’t even sothing most entities would dare to consider.

Direct audiences with the Heavenly Father simply... didn’t happen.

Even among archangels, it was rare.

tatron, however, showed no surprise.

In fact, he seed to have expected that question since the mont Vergil entered Eden carrying a mysterious child and threatening to create apocalyptic frogs.

The scribe inclined his head slightly.

"You may."

Vergil blinked once.

Too quick an answer. "Without resistance?"

"You’ve already traversed half of Eden, flooded sacred corridors, emotionally traumatized Michael, and rewritten divine runes in the sky." tatron spoke calmly. "Denying an audience now would only prolong inevitabilities."

"Fair enough."

Lucy raised her face again.

"What is a Heavenly Father?"

Vergil looked at her for a few seconds.

"..plicated."

"Ah."

She imdiately accepted and went back to drawing.

tatron observed this with a small, amused glint in his eyes.

"She really simplifies existential problems impressively quickly."

"It’s an enviable skill."

The scribe then slowly uncrossed his legs and raised one hand toward the void beside them.

"As for the girl..." His lilac eyes briefly slid to Lucy. "I can take care of her for a few minutes."

Vergil imdiately turned to face him again.

Not aggressively.

But definitely protectively.

tatron realized this instantly.

"I don’t intend to hurt her."

"I know." Vergil replied calmly. "Still, she remains my responsibility."

That elicited a brief silence from the celestial scribe.

Because Vergil hadn’t said it as a diplomatic obligation. Nor as soone rely assuming temporary guardianship.

There was genuine sincerity there.

tatron then looked at Lucy again.

The girl was now drawing small crowns around the head of "Dear tatron."

"...Interesting."

Vergil narrowed his eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing." tatron smiled discreetly. "I’m just beginning to understand so things."

Lucy raised a bright blue pencil.

"Handso young man!"

tatron sighed softly.

"Yes?"

"Can you make real stars appear?"

Vergil imdiately realized his mistake.

tatron smiled.

Then small luminous points began to appear above her head, tiny stars floating slowly through the white void like celestial fireflies.

Lucy froze.

Her eyes widened.

"OOOOOH."

Vergil closed his eyes for a second.

"You just made the situation much worse."

"Probably."

Lucy imdiately began trying to catch the stars with her hands, completely enchanted.

"THEY SHINE!"

"That’s usually the standard behavior of stars," Vergil comnted.

tatron was clearly having more fun than he should.

Vergil observed this for a few seconds before finally sighing and returning to the main subject.

"I really need to talk to him."

tatron nodded slowly.

"I know."

Then, for the first ti since they arrived in that white space, sothing truly changed around them.

The infinite void vibrated gently.

Not like an earthquake.

More like recognition.

A golden line erged from nothingness, thin and vertical, shimring softly on the white horizon. It slowly grew until it ford the outline of a door made entirely of liquid light. There was no doorknob. No hinges. No physical fra. Just a luminous structure pulsing with a presence so vast that even the surrounding silence seed to recede respectfully.

Vergil observed the door in complete silence.

Even for him... that was too much.

There was no overwhelming pressure.

No hostility.

What existed there was sothing worse for any powerful creature: absolute authority without the need for demonstration.

It was like looking at a concept that never needed to prove its superiority because reality itself already accepted it as truth.

tatron turned his eyes to the door.

"He’s waiting."

Vergil remained motionless for a mont.

"...Beyond that door?"

"Yes."

Lucy finally noticed the new luminous presence in the room and imdiately pointed to it.

"Shining door!"

"Correct observation," Vergil replied automatically.

tatron slowly rose from his chair.

"You may go. I will stay with Lucy while you two talk."

Vergil was still observing the door.

However arrogant, powerful, or absurdly confident he was... it clearly affected him.

Because this wasn’t just a political audience.

Technically...

It was a family conversation.

tatron understood exactly the thought going through his mind.

"The nervousness is understandable."

Vergil imdiately replied:

"I’m not nervous."

"Of course."

"I’m calculating possibilities."

"A sophisticated description for nervousness."

Vergil gave him a dry look.

tatron elegantly ignored it.

Lucy then gently tugged at the sleeve of Vergil’s coat.

He looked down.

The girl held up the newly finished drawing toward him. The "expensive tatron" now possessed eight additional wings, an absurd sword, and a bright crown drawn crookedly above the halos.

"Is it beautiful?"

Vergil observed the drawing for two seconds.

"Frighteningly expensive."

Lucy grinned widely, pleased with the approval.

Then she tilted her head.

"Are you coming back?"

The question ca out simply.

Small.

Childish.

But the white void seed to silently listen to the answer.

Vergil knelt slightly before her and placed his hand on her head once more.

"Of course."

Lucy nodded imdiately, accepting it without the slightest doubt.

Because for her, if Vergil said sothing, then it would simply happen.

tatron observed the scene in silence.

And for the first ti since the beginning of that eting... he began to suspect that the greatest mystery there might not be Lucy’s origin.

Perhaps it was Vergil.