My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Chapter 818: The true Abyss is the Wrath of Virgil.

The hall no longer resembled a fortress. The cracked columns, the faded runes, and the sunken floor gave the impression that the Abyss itself had given up on supporting that place.In the center of the destruction, Vergil remained motionless for a full second, and that second was enough for everyone to understand that the previous violence had not been a momentary outburst. It was method. It was a decision.

The miasma behind him took shape.

Black masses covered in red eyes detached themselves from the shadows and touched the ground like boneless dogs, made of thick smoke and hunger.

They surrounded what remained of Victoria, and the authority of Lust released itself like a purple chain torn from the very concept.

Vergil seized it with a single hand, and the air in the chamber oscillated as that power tried to invade his body.

For an instant, Lust pierced him like a silent fire. Desires, impulses, and emotional echoes crashed against his mind. Then he crushed them down with the same coldness with which he would tread on ashes.

The purple energy sank beneath layers of death and will, compressed until it became just another contained presence within him.

When Vergil turned his face to Avarice, her body reacted before her mind.

Her shoulders slumped, her fingers lost strength, and her breath came out too short.

She had the calculated beauty of one who transformed wealth and possession into identity: jewels clinging to her skin, expensive fabric torn by battle, eyes trained to gauge advantage in everything.

Now those eyes were enormous, moist, unable to hide the primal fear of being the next thing ripped from the world.

The miasma dogs walked behind Vergil. One by one, they merged into a single larger shape, three necks rising from the same black mass.

Three heads, three pairs of smoky jaws and eyes, each emitting a different growl: one low and continuous, another harsh as breaking stone, the third sharp enough to make the remaining seals of the chamber vibrate.

Cerberus watched Avarice as if she were already marked.

It was then that she realized something else. The pressure around Vergil was no longer just death. There was a new, hot, cutting harshness, born from his own rage. Avarice took another step back and began to stammer, the words stumbling over each other.

"Y-you... are creating the authority of Wrath..."

She swallowed hard, desperate to turn this into a negotiation.

"You are one of us now. Lust has entered you. We don’t have to end like this." The sentence came out weak, almost pleading, and the fact that she tried to argue with belonging only showed how much she had already given up on winning.

Vergil stared at her expressionlessly. No satisfaction crossed his face as he answered.

"None of that matters." He took another step. Cerberus followed, its three heads aligned behind him like a living sentence.

"I will exterminate you all, take the Authorities, and leave." The black flames of Itharine illuminated the destroyed hall.

Gluttony remained motionless, calculating his escape and realizing there wasn’t enough intact corridor left.

Envy could barely stand.

Sloth stared at Cerberus with empty eyes, like someone who finally understood that sleep wouldn’t hide him from this.

"The time of the Seven Deadly Sins is over." And, when he finished speaking, no one doubted him.

Vergil continued advancing through the destroyed hall without showing any hurry. The most frightening thing wasn’t the speed he had demonstrated moments before, nor the fact that he had traversed dozens of floors of the Abyss to reach that place.

What truly made the Seven Deadly Sins lose all hope was the way he walked. There was no urgency in his movements. No anxiety.

There wasn’t even a need to quicken his pace. Vergil moved like someone who already knew the outcome of the situation and was simply waiting for the exact moment when each consequence would reach its destination. For the Sins, that was far worse than any show of force.

Behind him, the Cerberus formed from the miasma remained, following his every move. The creature had stopped growing, but its mere existence continued to make the atmosphere heavier.

The three heads constantly watched the survivors, and the countless eyes scattered across the entity’s body never blinked.

It was impossible to know exactly where they were looking, because they seemed to observe everything at once. The sensation provoked by the creature was similar to being trapped before a predator that has already chosen its prey and is only waiting for the right moment to pounce.

Avarice felt this better than any of the others. Her body reacted even before her mind could organize coherent thoughts. Her hands trembled involuntarily.

Her breathing had completely lost its rhythm.

Her heart was beating too fast. For ages she had built her reputation on control, calculation, and intelligence.

She had always believed that any situation could be reversed if there was enough information or proper negotiation. For the first time since assuming her Authority, she was facing a situation that simply could not be controlled.

Her gaze remained fixed on Vergil as he approached. The more she observed him, the more she understood that something profoundly wrong was happening before her.

It wasn’t just the Authority of Death.

It wasn’t just the monstrous power he displayed. There was something else constantly growing around him. A different kind of pressure. A different kind of presence. Something that didn’t yet have a complete form, but that everyone could feel.

Rage.

Not a common emotional outburst.

Not an uncontrolled fury.

It was something far more dangerous.

Vergil was furious, but his anger didn’t make him irrational. On the contrary. The further he advanced, the quieter he became. The more he destroyed, the colder he seemed to grow. His wrath wasn’t clouding his judgment. It was refining it. Making each decision more objective. More direct. More definitive.

The Abyss itself seemed to perceive this.

The walls continued to tremble at irregular intervals. Fragments of stone constantly plummeted from the ceiling. In some parts of the fortress, ancient cracks were widening without any apparent explanation. It wasn’t the result of a specific attack. It was simply the consequence of the pressure that filled that place. It was as if the entire dimension was reacting to the presence of someone who shouldn’t exist within it.

Gluttony watched in silence. For the first time since the Sins’ meeting began, he couldn’t formulate a plan. His entire existence had been built on the idea of ​​adaptation. On surviving. On finding advantages in any situation. But, looking at Vergil, he realized he couldn’t see any possibility of victory. Not even an escape route seemed realistic at that moment.

Envy wasn’t much better. Even managing to remain standing, she had already abandoned any intention of confrontation. The simple fact that Vergil didn’t consider her worthy of attention was enough to destroy any remaining trust. He didn’t even see her as an adversary. In his eyes, she already seemed to have been reduced to the condition of just another Authority waiting to be reclaimed.

This perception slowly spread among everyone present.

Vergil wasn’t there to fight.

That was the most terrifying truth.

A fight presupposed resistance.

It presupposed balance. It assumed the possibility of different outcomes.

But this wasn’t a fight.

It was an execution being carried out step by step.

It was a settling of accounts.

It was the inevitable consequence of a decision made long before that encounter.

When Avarice finally tried to speak, her own voice betrayed her state. There was no firmness. There was no authority. Only the desperation of someone trying to find any alternative before the inevitable.

"Por—"

"Shut up," Vergil replied.

Avarice tried to speak again, but the words lost their power before they even left her throat. It wasn’t just fear. It was the gradual realization that all the strategies that had sustained her existence for centuries had become useless. Throughout her life, she had survived because there was always a possible exchange, an advantageous bargain, valuable information, or a resource capable of altering the outcome of a situation. Before Vergil, for the first time, she found herself with nothing to offer.

The distance between them continued to decrease. Not because Vergil was advancing quickly, but precisely because he walked without any urgency. He didn’t seem concerned with escape. He didn’t seem concerned with a counterattack. The impression he conveyed was that of someone executing a task already completed in his own mind. Avarice was not an obstacle. It was not an adversary. It was merely the next step.

She felt her back hit the rubble of a destroyed wall and realized she had retreated until there was no more space. Around her, broken stone blocks, shattered pillars, and fragments of ancient runes littered the ground. The entire fortress seemed to be slowly dying under the weight of the presence that had invaded that place.

Cerberus remained behind Vergil, motionless, observing. The three heads followed every movement of the remaining Sins without diverting their attention for even a moment. The creature seemed to understand exactly what was happening. It showed no agitation. It showed no hunger. It simply waited.

Greed tried to regain some control of herself.

"Wait..." she said, her voice faltering before gaining firmness. "We can resolve this another way."

No reaction.

"You’ve already recovered who you came for."

Nothing.

"You don’t need to continue."

Vergil kept his eyes fixed on her.

The lack of response was worse than any threat.

Because she began to realize something she had previously refused to accept.

He wasn’t there to negotiate.

He wasn’t there to demonstrate strength.

He wasn’t there to make demands.

He was there to end a problem.

And, for someone like Avarice, that was terrifying.

For ages, she had dealt with kings, minor gods, demons, generals, and ancestral entities. They all wanted something. Power. Influence. Knowledge. Resources. There was always something that could be used as currency.

Vergil seemed to want nothing.

Except to finish what he had started.

The pressure in the hall increased again.

The shadows around his feet began to move like a dark tide spreading through the cracks in the floor. There was no spectacle in that manifestation. There was no theatricality. It was simply power responding to the will of its wielder.

Avarice felt her own breathing quicken.

For the first time in a long time, she realized she was truly terrified.

Not the kind of fear that arises during a difficult battle.

Nor the calculated apprehension before a dangerous enemy.

It was a much simpler fear.

The fear of someone who understood they had no chance.

Vergil finally stopped a few meters from her.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

Her eyes searched for any emotion on his face.

Hatred.

Satisfaction.

Cruelty.

Anything.

She found nothing.

And that frightened her even more.

Because what she saw was only determination.

Cold.

Absolute.

Unchanging.

"You kidnapped my family."

The sentence was spoken in a low tone.

No screams.

No apparent anger.

But the weight of the words seemed to pierce the entire fortress.

Avarice tried to respond immediately.

Tried to explain.

Tried to justify.

She tried to say it didn’t have to end this way.

None of those words were ever uttered.

Vergil’s presence surged over her before she had the chance.

The Authority of Greed reacted instinctively.

Golden energy exploded around her body.

Ancient symbols appeared in the air.

Structures of power accumulated over countless years tried to protect her.

It was the manifestation of what she had gathered throughout her existence.

The result was disappointing.

Nothing could stop it.

The defenses crumbled one after another under such a vast power difference that resistance seemed almost symbolic.

Greed felt the connection to her Authority falter.

For the first time.

This should never have happened.

The Authority was part of her.

It was her identity.

Her position.

Her existence.

But now it seemed to be being ripped away.

Not by brute force.

But by something far worse.

By absolute domination.

The golden glow began to leave her body.

Small threads of energy escaped first.

Then entire currents.

The essence of Greed responded to Vergil’s presence in a way she couldn’t stop.

Panic gripped her.

Because she understood what was happening even before the process was finished.

She wasn’t just losing a battle.

She was losing what defined her.

Her voice came out broken.

"No..."

That was all she could say.

The gold enveloping her body intensified for a brief moment.

Then it began to disappear.

The energy converged on Vergil like rivers returning to the sea.

The entire hall trembled.

The remaining Sins watched in silence.

None of them moved.

None of them tried to interfere.

Because they all understood there was nothing to be done.

When the process ended, the golden light disappeared completely.

Avarice remained motionless.

For a few seconds, she didn’t even seem to understand what had happened.

She looked at her own hands.

Then at the empty space in front of her.

Her face lost all color.

The feeling of absence was immediate.

Brutal.

That which had accompanied her for ages was simply no longer there.

Vergil remained standing before her.

The new Authority tried to manifest itself within him, bringing with it echoes of desires, possessive impulses, and wills accumulated over countless generations.

He suppressed everything.

Without apparent effort.

Just as he had done before.

For him, it was nothing more than another tool being put in its proper place.

Avarice fell slowly onto the rubble.

Not just physically defeated.

But emptied.

Like someone who had just lost a fundamental part of their own existence.

Vergil didn’t even look at her anymore.

His interest had already vanished.

The task was complete.

He raised his gaze.

On the other side of the hall, Gluttony, Envy, and Sloth felt a chill run down their spines.

Because now they had witnessed something none of them believed possible.

Vergil wasn’t simply eliminating the Seven Deadly Sins.

He was removing from them what made them who they were.

A part of the system that had existed for ages was being dismantled before their eyes.

And the most terrifying thing was that he was doing it without hesitation.

Without a doubt.

Without showing the slightest sign of regret.

The three understood, at that moment, that the words spoken earlier had not been a threat.

They had been a declaration of intent.

The time of the Seven Deadly Sins was truly drawing to a close.

And, judging by the way Vergil was looking at them now, they all understood the same thing.

He wasn’t finished yet.