Chapter 567: A great event is approaching
The Las Vegas morning dawned golden, filtering through the heavy curtains of the presidential suite. Sunbeams streamed through the panoramic glass, illuminating the tousled sheets that still held the heat of the previous night.
Vergil opened his eyes slowly, his breathing calm, like a predator awakening after a hunt. The mirrored ceiling reflected fragments of what had been a battle of bodies and moans. He didn’t need to move to know where he was: he could still feel the weight and heat of the two women pressed against his body.
To his right, Alexa slept soundly, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm, wild even in her rest. Her brown hair spread over his chest, and a possessive arm wrapped around his waist. Her mouth still bore traces of red marks, tiny cuts where teeth and desire had mingled.
To his left, Kaguya rested with a serenity that contrasted with the previous night. Her pale skin glowed in the sunlight, as if reflecting the moon itself, even in the middle of the morning. Her head rested on Vergil’s shoulder, and her leg, raised over his, seemed to silently seal his possession.
Both naked.
Both marked.
Both still surrounding him as if, even unconsciously, they refused to let go of him.
Vergil took a deep breath, letting out a lazy smile. His entire body still vibrated with the echoes of the night—every fought-over kiss, every scratch dug into his skin, every whispered moan like a weapon.
He raised his hand slowly, first sliding his fingers through Kaguya’s silver hair, then down Alexa’s firm hip. Two queens, two predators… and both bowed to the same man.
“You two really know how to fight for a prize…” he murmured quietly, his deep voice echoing in the morning.
Alexa stirred, mumbling sleepily. Her lips parted, brushing against his chest, and a husky whisper escaped:
“My…”
Vergil chuckled softly, a sound laden with irony and triumph.
“So possessive even in her sleep…”
Kaguya, without opening her eyes, simply moved her fingers delicately over his abdomen, as if marking her territory. The gesture was cold, calculated, but also intimate.
Vergil closed his eyes for a moment, absorbing the contrast: on one side, Alexa’s indomitable fire; on the other, Kaguya’s silent, lethal moon. And he, in the center, absolute king of both.
Slowly, he pushed himself up slightly, propping himself up on his elbows, and looked out the window at the Las Vegas skyline. The city still pulsed, even in the morning, as if the night had never ended.
“Another day in paradise…” he whispered, his smile growing.
With a firm movement, he pulled them both closer, pressing their bodies against his. They stirred in their sleep, but didn’t let go, as if they instinctively knew that belonging to Vergil wasn’t just desire—it was destiny.
He leaned his head back against the pillow, chuckling softly again.
“I think I’ll get used to this.”
The heavy morning silence was broken by an insistent vibration.
His cell phone, lying on the nightstand between half-empty wine glasses and a fallen handcuff, blinked with its screen lit up.
Vergil sighed deeply, opening one eye in boredom. Alexa stirred, still clinging to him like a possessive wolf, muttering softly. Kaguya kept her eyes closed, but her fingers slid lazily across his abdomen, as if marking her territory even in sleep.
“Hm… they always know when to mess up,” Vergil murmured, his voice deep and lazy, reaching for his cell phone.
The name flashed on the screen: PAIMON.
He answered unhurriedly, raising the phone to his ear.
“…Vergil!” The female voice sounded like thunder, filled with fury and desperation. “Where the hell have you been?! Do you know how long we’ve been trying to find you, you big bastard?!” Paimon shouted.
Vergil closed his eyes and let out a satisfied purr.
“Good morning to you too, Paimon.” His voice was slurred, dripping with sarcasm and luxurious laziness. “If you really want to know… I’m lying in a king-size bed in a five-star hotel in Las Vegas, with two naked women sleeping on top of me… after a whole night of unrestrained sex.”
The silence that followed was almost comical. Even Alexa grumbled into his chest, as if she’d heard, but still caught in sleep.
On the other end of the line, Paimon took a few seconds to respond. Her breathing was heavy, as if she’d been caught off guard.
“…You… you didn’t have to give me those disgusting details, you bastard.” Her voice came back steady, but there was a slight tremor of embarrassment behind it.
Vergil smiled, slowly opening his eyes, staring at the ceiling.
“You were the one who wanted to know where I was. I was just being specific. Are you jealous? Next time I’ll bring you.”
He could almost see her expression, her glare and gritted teeth.
“I wanted a location, not a pornographic report!” Paimon growled, her anger vibrating through the speaker. “Get the hell out of here! There’s a meeting here, and if you’re not here within the hour, you’re dead.”
Vergil let out a low laugh, making Alexa stir and Kaguya purse her lips, not opening her eyes.
“Don’t worry, darling.” Her voice was pure teasing, almost a whisper of pleasure. “I’ll be there soon.”
He lifted his phone slightly, pulling it away from his ear at her tone, and sighed, like a child being scolded by a hysterical babysitter.
“You worry too much, Paimon.” His eyes flicked to the two women sleeping on top of him, a lazy smile appearing.
Vergil dropped his phone on the nightstand, not even bothering to see if the call had ended. The phone fell amid the glasses and handcuffs, as if the chaos of the night itself rejected any external call.
He took a deep breath, savoring the calm before the storm. But it didn’t last long.
Alexa was the first to move. The arm around him slid around his waist, her fingers lightly scratching his skin before her golden eyes, still half-closed with sleep, fluttered open. She lifted her head slowly, her tangled brown hair covering part of her face, and fixed him with that wild look, of someone who didn’t need words to claim territory.
“Um… were you talking to another woman?” Her voice was hoarse, heavy with sleepiness, but the jealous undertones were crystal clear.
Vergil raised an eyebrow, smiling lazily.
“Good morning, Alexa. Did you sleep well?” He deliberately deflected the answer, the malicious tone dripping like venom.
She narrowed her eyes, growling softly, and leaned against his chest to slide her body upward, until her lips were dangerously close to his.
“If I find out you were teasing someone else, I’ll make her regret ever being born.” Alexa bit his lower lip, not gently, but like a wolf testing the flesh of her prey.
Vergil only chuckled softly.
Before he could respond, Kaguya stirred beside him, her eyes as red as glowing embers. Unlike Alexa’s open fury, her first reaction was to rise slowly, with an almost cruel elegance, resting her head on her hand and watching them both like a bored queen facing a subject’s tantrums.
“Tsk,” she sighed, her voice soft but icy. “Barking so early, little wolf? How inelegant.”
Alexa turned to her, her eyes flashing.
“Better to be direct than to pretend you don’t care. I’ve seen the way you cling to him when you think no one is looking.”
Kaguya smirked, sliding her pale hand down Vergil’s chest until it rested over his heart.
“I don’t need to pretend. He’s already mine. Even in his sleep, he belongs to me.” She leaned in, kissing his shoulder softly, a stark contrast to Alexa’s ferocity.
The air seemed to grow heavier. Vergil took a deep breath, his blue eyes sparkling with that dangerous glow. He liked it. He liked the fire, the ice, the contention, the tension that only made them both more deliciously unbearable.
“Girls, girls…” he murmured, his deep voice vibrating like torn silk. “You barely woke up and you already want to turn my room into a battlefield again?”
The hall was vast, built of black obsidian and steel, where the blue flames of the torches didn’t illuminate, but distorted the shadows on the walls. The round table, inscribed with ancient runes and scars of war, seemed to pulse with barely contained energy.
There, gathered not just demons, but forces that made hell itself tremble.
Amon, arms crossed, golden eyes like raging embers, seemed about to destroy the table itself. His voice, as it echoed, made the flames flicker.
“This is an affront,” he spat, each word filled with rage. “A game invented by Gods who don’t know how to entertain themselves, placing us like pieces on a board. I will not tolerate this.”
Paimon, on the opposite side, rubbed her temples in exasperation. Her long black hair fell to her shoulders, and her blue eyes shone with frustration.
“You always say you won’t tolerate anything, Amon. But in the end, we’re all here because Odin has already declared it.” She sighed, slamming her fist on the table. — And yes, I still want to kill Vergil for being missing at this time.
Sapphire just… “Shut up. It’s just a tournament. We’ve done this before and we were champions.”
Amon looks at her and sighs, “Yes, indeed.”
“I don’t like it, but… we used to be able to put strong people in, but now…” Stella muttered.
“Stupid rule of up to one hundred years old,” Raphaeline said.
“In fact, most of the hero clan, those helped by the gods, didn’t even make it to sixty. This seems like a trap,” Cabernet muttered.
Sepphirothy looks at them emotionlessly… “Are you stupid?”
Everyone. They looked at her.
“Katharina, Ada, Roxanne, even Runeas. And of course, that girl from the Leviathan Clan. And of course, the most obvious… Vergil.” Sepphirothy said, looking at them. “Vergil already has the power of the Death Knight, which alone makes him stronger than all the Heroes who would participate. The problem is the number of slots per faction.”
Sapphire agreed, “Two slots per faction. The gods must want to use a Hero and an Apostle of their own… that makes two users of divine power. Against the demons, we’re at a disadvantage.”
“Ah… what a drag,” Stella muttered.
“Well, let’s wait for the Fifth Demon King to arrive, and we can discuss it further,” Paimon said.