My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Vergil, I'm giving you the title of Demon King." Amon said out of nowhere, as if it were normal for him to appoint someone as... Demon King...

The entire room froze.

Sapphire, who was about to take a sip of wine, stopped mid-motion, her eyes wide. She expected something... but not something this big.

Raphaeline blinked several times, as if she had misheard.

Cabernet raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, and Stella merely let out a low murmur of disbelief.

The maids Vergil knew were the same, the three women exchanged glances and sighed in unison like an orchestra...

Vergil, for his part, remained silent for a second before tilting his head, his red eyes glowing with pure confusion and curiosity. "You... what?"

Amon held his firm posture, although a hint of irritation was visible in his expression. "I said I'm giving you the title of Demon King."

Vergil blinked, trying to contain the mocking smile that threatened to appear. "Wow... So that's how it is? You throw a title like that at me and think I'll accept it without question? Want me to thank you too? I refuse, I don't want that crap."

Amon let out a tired sigh, like a teacher dealing with the most annoying student in the class. "Listen, kid. I'm not doing this because I like you or because I think you deserve it. I'm doing it because I have no other choice. Your presence has turned Hell upside down, and if there's no way to stabilize this situation, we'll all be sinking into chaos. This is the only viable solution at the moment."

Cabernet finally intervened, her voice laced with sarcasm. "So, now anyone can become a Demon King? Amon, I thought you valued tradition more."

"He's not just anyone now," Amon replied, turning to Cabernet with a severe look. "You of all people know what it means to have influence, and this damn bastard is now the center of attention."

Vergil smiled, clearly entertained. "This is really hilarious."

"First, even if you refuse, I'll tell everyone you're a Demon King, and they'll believe it, and that's that. You don't have any chance of not being one," Amon started, pointing a finger upwards.

"Second, currently Demon Kings can do whatever they want without issue, judging by the need for chaos they cause, it's perfect for you anywhere. Right?" Amon spoke, and the women—Sapphire, Stella, and Raphaeline, as well as the maids, nodded.

"He is chaos," the six women spoke in unison.

Amon ignored the comment and continued.

"Third, the title of Demon King will officially cement your position and, more importantly, will place a clear target on your back. If anyone wants to challenge your rise, let them come and prove they are stronger than you. It's the law of the Demon World. You survive? Keep the title. You fall? Balance is restored."

'As if any demon would challenge this kid, after he killed over a hundred thousand demons with just the power of his thoughts, hahaha!' Amon thought internally, like a little kid... he was excited.

Vergil tilted his head, analyzing Amon as if the Archon had just told the most absurd joke of the century.

"So, let me see if I got this straight..." He raised one finger, as if checking off a list. "You're going to make me Demon King against my will..."

He raised a second finger. "You're going to put a target on my back like it's a hunting prize..."

And finally, he raised the third. "And you expect me to fight for a title I don't even want? Is that it?"

"Exactly," Amon smiled, looking very satisfied with the summary.

Vergil let out a dry laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Well, when you put it like that, it almost sounds like I got something."

"You did, idiot," Sapphire murmured, crossing her arms. "The title of Demon King is the most powerful position under the Archons. Absolute power. Zero responsibilities."

"Except surviving," added Raphaeline. "But you already seem used to that."

Cabernet, on the other hand, didn't seem impressed. "It's amazing how he turns everyone's problem into his, and somehow still ends up with the crown." She huffed, resting her face on her hand. "If that's not luck, I don't know what is."

"It's not luck, it's skill," Vergil corrected, pointing to himself with a smug smile. "And natural charm. I could teach you sometime."

Sapphire rolled her eyes so hard it seemed like they might pop out of their sockets. "Vergil, I swear, one day I'll kill you if you keep flirting with women in front of me—"

"Don't love me so much, my Saphyr," he interrupted, winking at her with an audacity only he possessed.

Sapphire responded with a fireball the size of a watermelon that exploded just inches from Vergil's head. "If you call me that again, I'll burn every cell in your body."

Amon, who had been watching the scene with a look of pure amusement, cleared his throat and called everyone's attention. "Alright, clowns. Back to the point: Vergil, as Demon King, you have a new responsibility starting right now."

"Oh, of course... because nothing is ever free, you're already making me work," Vergil murmured, clearly bored.

"Yes, but it's simple. I need you to change your name, of course. It's no use having your human name in the Demon Realm; you'll become the butt of jokes," Amon continued.

"Kennedy also sounds like the name of a protagonist in a Zombie Action Game," he said out of nowhere.

Vergil blinked slowly, processing Amon's completely random sentence. "Kennedy? Zombie Action Game? Have you been playing a lot in your free time, Amon?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Amon ignored the comment with a dismissive gesture. "The point is, you need a name worthy of a Demon King, something that resonates both in Hell and on Earth. A name that will make even the other Archons swallow hard."

"Do I really have to choose a name like that?" Vergil asked, casting a bored glance at Amon.

Amon nodded seriously. "Yes. We demons have our own lineage, passed down from generation to generation. A name is more than just a title; it represents the continuity and strength of a family. I, for example, don't have a lineage, but I was born with the name Amon. It's the name that defines me."

Vergil furrowed his brow, processing the information. "Wait... does this mean that demons with only one name...?"

Sapphire interrupted before he could finish, with a slight smile at the corner of her lips. "Not necessarily."

She uncrossed her arms and explained calmly. "My main name is Sapphire because my daughters needed something to call me. But my true name... is Agares."

Vergil's eyes widened, clearly taken by surprise. "Does this mean you've been alive since—"

"I fought in the War against God," Sapphire cut in, her voice firm and laden with old memories.

The room fell silent for a moment. Vergil turned his gaze to the other demon queens, trying to process what he had just heard. Sapphire continued, looking with a certain superiority at the others. "Those three there are just kids. They aren't the first generation of their lineages."

"So that's it..." Vergil murmured, his thoughts racing. "Demons with only one name are originals. They're the first of their lineage. Those with a name before their demon name belong to the second generation onward."

Sapphire nodded, satisfied with Vergil's understanding. "Exactly."

Vergil leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant as he delved into deep thoughts. "A name..."

He clenched his fists, his expression serious, almost dark. A name strong enough to resonate through the ages. "A name that carries the weight of my own lineage," Vergil said aloud...

The room watched him in silence. Sapphire and Amon exchanged looks while waiting. Vergil closed his eyes for a moment, reflecting. This isn't just a title. "It's a milestone. A declaration to the demon world and beyond," he whispered, then looked at Amon...

"Who is the most powerful demon to ever exist? Are they alive or dead?" Vergil suddenly asked.

Amon raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected question, but answered without hesitation. "The most powerful demon to ever exist... That depends on who you ask, kid. For some, it was Lucifer, the First Fallen. For others, it's Lilith, the Demon Goddess and Progenitor of Demons."

Vergil's thoughts turned to the name of that man... the man who created the Demon War...

The room went silent when the name "Lucifer" was mentioned. It was a name that carried weight by itself, a symbol of absolute power and rebellion against the heavens and divine order.

"Hmm," Vergil tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as his mental gears turned.

"Lucifer..." Vergil murmured, almost to himself. "The greatest demon in history, from angel to demon..."

"Interesting..." he murmured, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface of the table. His gaze shifted back to Amon, filled with wild determination. "Lucifer... He turned the impossible into reality, the taboo into revolution. So... it's not just a name. It's a concept. Something that can never be erased."

"You're thinking of something, aren't you?" Amon asked, watching Vergil with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Vergil shrugged, a mischievous smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "Why choose just any name... when I can choose the greatest name of all? A name that will be my declaration to the demon world."

The demon queens stared at him, sensing that something was about to change.

'You're not really going to do this…' Sapphire looked at him, amused. 'Who am I kidding… you are!!!'

Vergil smiled, the room now completely silent, all eyes fixed on him. His mischievous smile grew, but there was something deeper in his gaze, a certainty of someone who already knew what they wanted.

"My master told me that I am… unique," he said, his voice calm and determined. "And because of that, I will take the name of someone equally unique. Someone who is the pinnacle, the top. The name of one who defied both heaven and hell."

He paused briefly, feeling the weight of the words that were about to come from his mouth.

"I choose Lucifer as my surname," he said, and the impact was immediate.

"..." An uncomfortable silence fell over the room.

The four queens exchanged glances… especially Sapphire, who had a crooked smile, but it was clearly not one of happiness or anything like that...

They seemed to be thinking in unison, "Does this idiot even know what he just said?" However...

Amon and Vergil stared at each other… and in the next second...

"I've never seen anyone so idiotic, ridiculous, and out of their mind like you," Amon said, and Vergil smiled.

"Being unique is like that, I like the compliment," Vergil responded.

Then they stared at each other a little longer...

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" They laughed together.