My Wives are Beautiful Demons

In the vast hall sculpted from black marble and adorned with crimson velvet tapestries, an elegant woman stood at her perfect state.

Tall and imposing, her red hair flowed as if painted by the hand of a demon god with the blood of the weak, framing a face of sharp, mysterious beauty. Her skin was pale like that of a vampire, smooth like a jade sculpture.

Her lips, painted in a dark hue, perfectly matched the intense makeup on her eyes, creating an almost hypnotic contrast. Tied in her hair, a black rose stood out as a symbol of her sophistication and danger.

Beside her stood a woman, her personal servant. Her white hair shone under the light of the enormous demonic chandeliers, while her tailored maid uniform accentuated her voluptuous figure, especially her large breasts.

She held a clipboard in her hands, going through a list of tasks as she followed the graceful steps of her mistress.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Grayfia," the woman began, her voice low and hoarse, but laced with authority.

She scanned the hall with critical eyes.

"I want every detail of this meeting to scream grandeur, but without losing sophistication. The nobles should not only enter and admire; they should feel small in the face of the magnificence of this place."

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Grayfia nodded, quickly jotting down notes.

"The velvet curtains will be adjusted to maximize the play of light on the marble walls, and the tables have been positioned to favor discreet conversations. The music is being prepared by the best bards from the Abyss, as you requested," Grayfia reported, as instructed.

The woman gave a small, satisfied smile. But then, as if a thought bothered her, she stopped and turned to Grayfia. "And the guests? I want nothing to get out of control, especially considering the other three queens who will be present."

"Raphaeline Baal was the first to confirm her attendance, along with her daughter, Ada Baal," Grayfia replied, adjusting her glasses as she read through her notes. "We are still uncertain, but..." Grayfia began to speak, but her mistress raised a hand, and she nodded.

"The chaos of the night..." She chuckled softly, her smile curving her lips dangerously.

"Vergil... I still haven't had the pleasure of meeting him. But if half of what they say is true, he could become an interesting distraction." She said, playfully tracing her fingers over her lips.

"As for Sapphire Agares," Grayfia continued, "She is known for her ability to destroy everything and being a Spartan, so... well, we've made some adjustments with demonic energy to avoid disasters and hired a witch to create a barrier in case things escalate too much... Additionally, there are rumors that she will come only because of Vergil..."

Her mistress nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on a high crystal chandelier. "Sapphire never lets her guard down. That makes her a valuable ally, but also a potential danger. And Stella Sitri?"

"Ah, Stella..." Grayfia hesitated, as if choosing her words. "She is... predictable. Always willing to come to places with sweet foods, so we've arranged a good menu to please her. I just hope she doesn't come in lingerie again... she seems to have several of the same kind in her closet... Her daughter is coming too, so we've increased the number of pastry chefs."

"Hmmm, that's complicated," She turned back to Grayfia, her eyes gleaming with an internal flame. "So, we have three unpredictable forces, all linked to the same man. This will be interesting." She began walking again, observing the black and ruby-red flower arrangements decorating the corners of the hall.

"But that changes nothing," she said, her fingers lightly brushing one of the roses in a vase. "This is my territory, and they will be reminded of that. Make sure everything is perfect, Grayfia. And keep your eyes open. In the midst of all this grandeur, even the shadows have ears."

Grayfia lowered her head in reverence. "Yes, Lady Cabernet. Everything will be exactly as you wish."

As Cabernet Gremory inspected a floral arrangement with attentive eyes, the sound of light, rhythmic footsteps echoed through the hall. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was; the presence of her daughter, Runeas Gremory, was as distinct as it was unmistakable.

Runeas, a young woman of slender stature, had hair as red as her mother's, though in a softer hue, swaying lightly as she walked with an expression of pure boredom. She wore a casual outfit, something unusual for a Gremory at such an important event, but her laid-back attitude seemed to scream that she was there against her will.

"All the invitations have been accepted," Runeas announced flatly, extending a stack of papers to Grayfia. "Even the most inconvenient ones confirmed. Looks like no one wants to miss a chance to impress my dear mother."

Cabernet finally turned to face her daughter, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "Runeas, darling, at least try to show some enthusiasm. This event is not just a party; it's a stage for us to solidify our influence."

"Influence, sure," Runeas replied, rolling her eyes and shifting her weight onto one leg. "Because that's exactly what our clan needs. More tedious meetings and fake smiles. I'd rather be at home studying."

"Studying or sleeping?" Cabernet shot back with a sharp smile, clearly accustomed to her daughter's sarcasm.

Runeas let out an exaggerated sigh, throwing her hands up. "Maybe both, depending on the day."

Grayfia, who had remained silent up until now, cleared her throat softly. "Lady Cabernet, Miss Runeas, it's important to remember that the event is fast approaching. There are still details to be finalized."

"Oh, yes, the 'details,'" Runeas responded, casting a glance at the large tapestry being hung at the back of the hall. "As if anyone will really notice that while everyone's busy trying to impress each other."

"That's exactly why the details matter," Cabernet said, her voice firm but not harsh. She walked over to her daughter, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You may not like it, Runeas, but this is our world. And if you want to truly be a part of it, you need to understand that even the smallest gestures can shape great results."

Runeas sighed again, but this time with less resistance. "Yes, mother. I'll try not to roll my eyes during dinner."

Cabernet laughed softly, giving her daughter's shoulder a light squeeze before letting go. "That's a start."

Grayfia gave a small, almost imperceptible smile before turning her attention back to the list of preparations. "With all the guests confirmed, we can adjust the seating and finalize the arrangements. Miss Runeas, if you wish, I can assign you something to assist with."

"No, I'll pass. I really just want to know... who's coming?" Runeas replied with a sarcastic smile.

Cabernet narrowed her eyes at her daughter, though there was a gleam of amusement in her gaze. "Curious, as always. It seems indifference has its limits, doesn't it, Runeas?"

Runeas simply shrugged, crossing her arms as she leaned against the frame of one of the large windows. "I just want to make sure I'm not about to be suffocated by inflated egos of demons pretending to be important. It's more about survival than curiosity."

Grayfia adjusted her glasses and consulted the list in her hands, always efficient. "Among the confirmed guests are the three Demon Queens: Raphaeline Baal, Sapphire Agares, and Stella Sitri. As expected, each will bring their retinue, including family and consorts."

"Consorts?" Runeas raised an eyebrow. "That boy? The man who practically collects wives?"

Cabernet let out a low laugh, full of nuance. "Ah, yes, the new center of attention. He's intriguing, I won't deny it. A human who ascended into our world and managed to win over three future queens like you. Certainly not something you see every day." She emphasized the "like you," which made Runeas raise an eyebrow.

"What are you implying, mother?" Runeas questioned.

Cabernet looked at her daughter with an enigmatic smile, her red eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge.

"Implying? Oh, nothing much, dear. Only that if a human can achieve what you don't even seem to try for... Well, perhaps it's time to reconsider some of your choices. Did you know your name is still on the marriage lists of a few families?" She said, her voice sweet and sharp at the same time, like poison disguised in honey.

Runeas stiffened her expression, clearly irritated by the provocation. She wasn't one to give in to shallow emotions, but her mother knew exactly how to hit her where it hurt the most. "I'm not interested in being a trophy for any family, mother. I'm not a... 'queen' seeking a king like some others. I don't need that to prove my worth." Runeas declared before murmuring...

"As if any man could touch my body..."

Cabernet stepped closer to her daughter, elegance in every movement. She stopped beside her, her eyes gleaming with a subtle malice, and lightly touched Runeas's arm. "You don't need to, it's true. But, you know, even a woman like you can be surprised by a man's love. And, in the end, we all need something to keep up appearances. Don't we?"

Runeas looked at her mother, trying to keep a serious expression, but her gaze betrayed a slight discomfort. She knew that Cabernet wasn't just talking about Vergil. It was about the choices she herself made, about her role in the demonic game.

"I'm not for sale, mother," Runeas replied firmly, gently pulling away. "No matter how many games the demon world has to offer. And I'm not here to please anyone, not you, not him, not any man."

Cabernet watched her for a moment in silence before letting out a small laugh as she saw her daughter walking away.

"Grayfia..." Cabernet called, and the servant was immediately at her side. "Why did she smile when she left?" She questioned.

Cabernet had clearly noticed the smile on her daughter's face, even though Runeas was walking away from her... And it was a rather strange smile... especially since she hadn't smiled since awakening her lineage.