My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 653: The plan began.

Capítulo 653: The plan began.

Underworld, December 22, 2025. Three days before the Celestial Tournament.

“Just as you asked… it’s ready.” Selene commented, crossing her legs and observing Vergil, who had a rather enigmatic expression, to say the least.

“Thank you, you’ve made things much easier.” He said, smiling. As he ran his hands along her thigh, well… Selene wasn’t in a very comfortable place. In fact, at that moment…

She was sitting on the lap of the most unusual Demon King of the last six thousand years. “S-So, c-can you let me go?” She questioned, after all, something in her groin was making her feel strange.

“No.” Vergil said, “I’m reclaiming my dear Goddess of the Hunt for myself, please don’t make it difficult.” He said calmly.

“R-reclaiming? S-since when am I an ob-” She didn’t even finish speaking before her lips were devoured by a lascivious and shameless kiss. Her face flushed, and he pushed her back.

“V-Vergil!” She exclaimed, putting her hand to her lips.

“What is it?” He asked, smiling. She didn’t even have a way to answer; her goddess-like dignity had completely vanished.

“You… why—”

“Why did I only take action now?” Vergil questioned. He looked at her and nestled her in his arms, “I was overthinking things, so I decided that everything would be simpler if I followed my heart. So, I will take what I want for myself, do what I want, and love whoever I want. Besides, he got very close. I had already decided that you would be mine.” He whispered in her ear, and she felt something trickling down her thighs.

Her panties were completely wet, and she became very embarrassed and looked away.

“Damn demon,” she murmured without looking at him. “Doing this to an old woman like me. I’m not young anymore.”

Vergil laughed, looking at her body, and ran his hand behind her neck, as if to embrace her, but instead, he slipped his hand directly inside her bra and groped her left breast.

Selene’s whole body trembled, and she let out a “Kya!! Don’t do that, you pervert!”

Vergil laughed and said, “An old woman wouldn’t have breasts as powerful as that.” He joked and kissed her neck, “Nor skin like that.” He slowly climbed up and bit her ear, “Much less, it would be so beautiful.”

CRACK-

Selene’s insides trembled as if several butterflies were emerging from their cocoons inside her belly; the sensation was simply—

“Sensational…”, she murmured, her lips slightly parted as she gasped for breath for a moment. Her gaze was hazy, her body too relaxed to hide how affected she had been.

Vergil chuckled softly as he watched her practically melt in his arms. There was something genuinely amused in that laugh. He kissed her once more, briefly, before gently pulling her away.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely.

Calmly, he helped her compose herself, guiding her off his lap. Not out of disinterest, but out of respect.

He realized she had completely lost her composure, and he didn’t want her to be embarrassed when reason returned. She watched him silently as he did so, surprised by his unexpected kindness. A small smile appeared on her lips before she murmured, still in a low voice, “…Can you handle it?”

Vergil looked up, amused, and let out a short laugh.

“I can handle a lot,” he replied lightly. “Another beautiful demon wife won’t hurt, right?” he responded ironically.

She pouted slightly, clearly dissatisfied. “Another one.”

Vergil laughed again as he carefully settled her into the seat, making sure she was comfortable before leaning in and kissing her again, calmly, without haste, without provocation.

“There…,” he murmured close to her lips. “I’ll assume you accepted, Selene Lucifer.”

Selene’s whole body trembled for a moment; it was the first time she felt she had a… Home? Wait. Why was she feeling like she had been completed?! She didn’t know! Her whole body was screaming for attention; she wanted to ask him—

“I’ll be back after the tournament.” He said, smiling, “I hope you can come see me fight.” He spoke, almost as if to say, ‘Why don’t you go back to being Artemis?’ At least she understood that.

Was it a misunderstanding? Certainly. He just wanted her to watch him. And for some reason, using the authority of his divinity to go see the tournament actually made sense. She had just assumed that… She was going to be Selene Lucifer. So, why not?

She regained her senses and became the Selene she always was.

“I don’t know…”, she feigned resistance, slightly crossing her arms as she stared at him from under her eyelashes. “Why?”

Vergil smiled—not a playful smile, but the calm, confident smile of someone who already knows the answer before the question even exists. He held her gaze in her green eyes, deep enough to seem to see beyond the surface.

“Because I’m going to put on a good show,” she replied calmly. “Besides… I have something pending with Athena.”

He looked away for a moment, sensing a presence approaching.

It wasn’t Zuri.

It was Medusa.

Vergil raised his hand toward the entrance just as she advanced in her humanoid form, light steps, controlled posture. The demonic energy responded to the gesture like an absolute command—invisible, powerful—and pulled her to him, enveloping her like a gentle, inescapable current.

“Hey! What is this?!” Medusa protested, surprised, as she was brought to him.

Vergil enveloped her in a tight embrace, pulling her close effortlessly. The snakes on her head trembled, hissing softly, restless—not with anger, but with apprehension. Ancient instinct recognizing something greater.

He chuckled softly and reached out to some of them, stroking them gently. One by one, the snakes calmed, closing their eyes, relaxing under his touch.

“During the tournament…,” he said in a low voice, too close to her ear to be ignored, “I’m going to make Athena suffer a little.”

Medusa’s body trembled. Not with fear—with anticipation. She nodded shyly, feeling her heart race.

Vergil tilted his head, holding her chin with two fingers, forcing her to look up.

“I’m going to give you a feast before the Olympian gods,” he murmured. “Will you devour it?”

“O-of course…,” she replied, almost in a whisper.

He kissed her.

It wasn’t rough. Nor too domineering. It was deep, enveloping, warm—like an embrace that came from within. Medusa’s eyes widened for a moment before closing, her body reacting to the spreading warmth, as if she were being embraced after centuries of solitude.

Vergil pulled away slowly, maintaining his smile.

“Unlike Selene,” he said calmly, “who changed her name to change her life… you only used ‘Zuri’ to hide from the gods.”

He lightly touched her lips, almost reverently.

“You don’t need that anymore.”

Medusa swallowed hard.

“Go back to being who you are,” he continued, his voice firm, full of authority and promise. “The Queen of Serpents. The Queen of Gorgons.”

He leaned in, speaking as if sealing something eternal:

“My… Medusa Lucifer.”

Her body was engulfed in an overwhelming heat—not destructive, but liberating. As if, for the first time in ages, someone had called her by her right name.

“I-It’s alright… darling.” She spoke, and he smiled as he watched her bury her face in his chest out of embarrassment.

He looked at Selene and released Medusa. “I need to go now. I have to face two demons who clearly aren’t ready for what they’re about to go through.” He said with a malicious smile.

Selene looked at him and sighed, “Go back carefully, you only have three days.” She commented, he nodded, and a red circle appeared on the ground. “I’ll be back,” he said and teleported away, leaving the two women watching the red symbol disappear…

Medusa turned to Selene, “Did we get married?” she questioned.

Selene looked at her, blinked a few times. “I think so?” she replied.

…

As soon as Vergil turned away from those two women, his mind was already on another battlefield.

Not one feat of blades or brute power—but something much more delicate.

Recovering the bond between mother and daughter.

It had been days of preparation. Calculations, observations, small adjustments. Every move carefully thought out, every piece placed on the board with surgical precision. When it was finally over, all the gears of the plan were in place.

His plan?

Complex. Dangerous. And above all… mischievous and utterly insane.

All because of Aphrodite’s words.

Demons feel twenty times more.

But that was a gross oversimplification.

That rule applied to ordinary demons. Creatures molded afterward, limited, trapped in predictable patterns. What Vergil was facing was another category of existence.

He was dealing with primordials.

Sapphire wasn’t just one of the first demons.

In terms of birth, she likely ranked among Lilith’s first five children—the initial legions that Lucifer forced the Mother of Demons to generate when the Underworld was still forming.

Sapphire wasn’t just created to exist.

She was created to destroy.

Among the original demons, she was the most brutal, the most devastating. Not just a general, but a disruptive force. A catalyst. Sapphire was dangerously close to the very Chaos that permeated the Underworld.

She wasn’t just a part of it.

She propelled it.

She was the reason the Underworld never stopped strengthening, expanding, becoming more hostile to the heavens.

To speak of “twenty times more emotional intensity” near her was almost laughable.

If someone insisted on putting numbers on something that should never be quantified… then, in basic terms, Sapphire felt at least two thousand times more.

And her daughter would be no different, because… Katharina wasn’t born from Sapphire’s womb; it was easier to say they were the same person, just divided. Like Ada, Katharina was born from a partition of Sapphire’s soul.

Essentially speaking, Katharina is just a simplified version of her own Mother, so in energetic terms, Katharina is also a primordial. Not one like Sapphire, but let’s just say she’s second-generation demon.

“…” He sighed, everything was ready. “Let’s go.” He said, opening the door and seeing Katharina sitting watching cartoons on the big screen in the living room of the Los Angeles mansion.

“DARLING!” She cried out upon seeing him and ran towards him, hugging him, then kissing him lasciviously, and laughing, “I missed you!” She said.

Vergil laughed, pretending everything was alright. He looked around and saw no one else. “Where are the others?” He asked, smiling.

Katharina pouted, “They disappeared! They all had things to do, only I stayed here!” She said nervously.

‘They are very committed to helping me with this.’ He smiled inwardly as he thought of Viviane, Iridia, and Zex.

He had asked his three beautiful maids if they could do some things for him. And they did. He also asked Morgana to buy some things, and she did.

Katharina seemed oblivious, so he smiled and patted her head. “I’m sorry.” He said, smiling, and she looked at him confused, “What are you—” She didn’t even finish speaking before she received a blow that knocked her unconscious.

He calmly picked up her body with Demonic Energy. “Now just get Sapphire.” He thought and teleported away.

The plan began.