My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Currently, I've recovered about 35% of my true strength. That should be equivalent to Sapphire's power in the human world," Felicia said calmly, allowing her aura to flow around her body, radiating a pressure that made even the air feel heavier.

"Wait... What do you mean it's equivalent to Sapphire's power in the human world?" Vergil asked, visibly confused.

Felicia raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. "Huh? She didn't explain it to you?" Her tone carried a mix of disbelief and irritation. Seeing Vergil's expression, she let out a long sigh, running a hand through her white hair.

"Do you really think the Strongest Female Demon would have... such pathetic strength? For heaven's sake, Vergil, we, primordial demons, carry limiters on our bodies so that we don't... well, destroy the world. It's a matter of survival for everyone," she explained, crossing her arms as if it were obvious.

"Limiters?" Vergil murmured, still trying to process the information.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Felicia rolled her eyes. "It seems no one has taught you the basics. Fine, I'll simplify it for you. In our world, there are various categories of power divided by classes."

She began to explain, her voice carrying the authority of someone accustomed to giving orders:

"The weakest demons, Demonic Servants, belong to Class D. Then come Demonic Warriors, in Class C. Above them, we have Demonic Nobles, in Class B. Going higher, there are Archdemons, in Class A, and above them all are Demon Kings, in Class S."

Felicia then smiled dangerously, and her aura intensified for a brief moment. "But... there's a class above all of those, reserved for just a few of us. It's where I, Sapphire, Amon, and the other Archons belong: the Chaos Lords, also known as Class SSS."

Vergil remained silent, absorbing the information as Felicia continued:

"Chaos Lords aren't just stronger. We're forces of nature, capable of shaping and destroying realities. That's why we need limiters in the human world... so we don't erase everything with a single step."

Felicia gave a slight, almost disdainful smile. "Now, I hope that clears things up. If Sapphire seems strong in the human world, it's because she's holding back. Otherwise, she could turn that entire world to ash without any effort—after all, she's practically the embodiment of fire in her True Form," she said casually before continuing.

"Now, however, it seems it's time to teach you something real."

Felicia smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she summoned dark energy, which quickly took the shape of a deadly blade, as menacing as the spear she had created earlier.

Without taking her eyes off Vergil, Felicia raised her right hand, which began to glow with a shadowy energy, and with a deliberate motion, she shaped her own hand into something resembling a sharp blade.

Then, without hesitation, she extended her left arm and sliced through it in one clean, precise strike.

The sound of the cut echoed through the empty coliseum, and Felicia's arm fell to the ground with a dull thud. Blood dripped, forming a small pool on the floor, but the most shocking thing was the unshaken smile on her face.

Felicia never broke eye contact with Vergil, her smile provocative, as if daring him to react.

The severed arm didn't stay there for long. Within seconds, it began to disintegrate into black particles, which floated through the air as if being drawn back. In less than a second, her arm was whole again, completely regenerated, without any sign of injury.

Felicia flexed the fingers of her newly regenerated arm and, with an air of triumph, said:

"This is the difference between surviving and dominating, my son. Learning to lose parts of yourself to become whole again is what separates the weak from the strong."

Watching Felicia's demonstration intently, Vergil felt a spark of curiosity and decided to try it himself. He imitated her movements, extending his arm with determination.

Focusing his demonic energy, he executed a clean, direct cut to his own arm. The sound of flesh being severed echoed through the coliseum, and blood began to drip to the ground. Just like with Felicia, the arm fell with a dull thud. Your next journey awaits at empire

However, unlike his mother's instant regeneration, Vergil's process was slow. The arm began to rebuild itself piece by piece, as if each cell were fighting to realign. The pain was intense, but he endured it, his face expressionless as he watched his body work to recover the lost limb.

Felicia, seeing his effort, gave a satisfied smile. "See? In time, you'll do this as naturally as breathing. Resistance to pain... that's what we'll train first."

She pointed to his newly regenerated arm, now whole again, though it bore signs of evident strain. "This ability is the foundation of our fighting style. No matter what happens, you must keep standing. Always."

Felicia crossed her arms, her expression now carrying a mix of pride and sternness. "Pain is not an obstacle, Vergil. It's a tool. And when you learn to control it, you'll understand the true meaning of invincibility."

"Alright," Vergil replied in a neutral tone as he began to undress. Without hesitation, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his chiseled muscles and sculpted physique.

Felicia, who was prepared to continue the training, was caught completely off guard.

Damn it... I need to be careful... she thought, briefly averting her gaze, though she couldn't stop her eyes from returning to him. Just as she knew she was alluring to him, it was now impossible to deny how absurdly attractive Vergil was to her.

She bit her lower lip lightly, trying to rein in her thoughts. The sight of his perfectly toned muscles and the flawless contours of his skin made it hard to stay focused. Ignore... ignore... ignore... she repeated to herself, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Felicia took a deep breath, trying to push away any inappropriate thoughts, but Vergil's mischievous smile wasn't helping. He was aware of the effect he had but chose not to comment on it.

"Are we going to continue, or are you just going to stand there staring at me?" he asked, crossing his arms with an amused expression.

Felicia immediately scowled, forcing herself to maintain her serious demeanor. "You're far too full of yourself, you know that? Set that ego aside and focus, because what's coming next will be much worse."

Still trying to suppress her lingering embarrassment, she turned her back to him for a moment, muttering under her breath, "Breathe... focus... he's just my son... just my son..."