My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The night enveloped Madrid in a cloak of darkness, interrupted only by the distant city lights flickering on the horizon. However, at the abandoned airport, the atmosphere was suffocating and heavy, as if the air itself was different, imbued with something ancient and sinister.

The shadows cast by the moonlight seemed to move, forming figures that disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

Viviane was at the front, as usual, her eyes shining with determination. She wore a fitted black coat, leather boots that muffled her steps, and carried a long sword sheathed on her back, ready for whatever they would encounter. Behind her, her niece Morgana LaFey followed closely. Morgana, with long black hair that seemed to absorb the light, had a dark and mysterious aura. She wore a fitted dress that accentuated her slender body and carried a grimoire that seemed alive, pulsing slightly in her hands.

"Aunt, I don't like this," Morgana said, her voice low and hesitant. "This place feels... wrong."

Viviane didn't respond immediately. Her eyes were fixed on a trail on the ground – mixed footprints, some clearly human, others distorted and monstrous. A scent of blood hung in the air, growing stronger as they approached the warehouse. She finally stopped and turned to Morgana, her face serious and pale under the dim light.

"I know it feels wrong. But this is where the fragment should be; I can feel something coming from there," she said, her voice tense. "We're not turning back now."

Morgana huffed, flipping through her grimoire with her sharp, black nails. "You say that as if we're not surrounded by something that probably wants to devour us. Always so optimistic, Aunt."

Viviane gave a small smile but didn't respond. They continued in silence until they reached the rusted doors of the warehouse. With a small gesture, Viviane pulled the doors open, their screech echoing like a scream in the empty night. The smell that wafted from inside made Morgana recoil, covering her nose with her sleeve.

"By Merlin..." Morgana murmured, her eyes wide. "This is..."

The scene inside the warehouse was pure horror. Under the dim light of a few broken lamps that still worked, a grotesque pile of bodies rose in the center of the space. Humans, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures Morgana didn't recognize were piled up as if they were just bags of flesh. Blood poured out, forming black, shiny pools on the concrete floor. Some bodies still looked fresh, while others were in advanced stages of decomposition, which only made the smell even more unbearable.

"What is this?" Morgana asked, her voice trembling. She slammed the grimoire shut with a snap and instinctively stepped back.

Viviane didn't respond immediately. She took a few steps forward, her eyes scanning the grotesque heap with a mixture of horror and anger. A spark of determination flashed in her eyes as she knelt near the pile, trying to find any clue among the mutilated bodies.

"This is what happens when you try to tamper with the wrong forces," she said, her voice low. "Someone – or something – is using these creatures for some kind of ritual. A blood ritual... And it's not something small."

"Ritual?" Morgana asked, narrowing her eyes. She stepped forward, hesitantly, as she flipped through her grimoire again. A purple light emanated from the pages as she muttered words in an ancient language. The book seemed to respond, a rune glowing softly in the air.

"Yes. Some kind of summoning or binding spell," Viviane replied, now examining something at the edges of the pile of bodies. She drew a dagger from her waist and pointed at the marks on the ground. "See this? A conjuration circle. They used these bodies to channel energy."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Morgana stepped closer, her eyes now analyzing the circle. The marks were deep, etched into the concrete with macabre precision. There were runes of demonic origin and others that Morgana recognized as being ancient and forbidden. Her eyes widened as she realized what she was seeing.

"They were trying to summon... something gigantic," she said, her voice filled with fear. "This isn't just any ritual. They were trying to open a portal."

"Yes," Viviane replied, standing up. "And from the state of this, something went terribly wrong. Or perhaps... it went terribly right." Viviane turned to the wall and read something... "9.9.9"... She said and looked at Morgana, "666 backwards."

"Yes, it looks like someone wanted to summon a primordial... but... these things stopped working thousands of years ago..." Viviane said as she approached the marking. "Fresh blood... it was done recently."

Before Morgana could respond, a low, guttural sound echoed through the warehouse. Both women immediately went on high alert, Viviane drawing her sword while Morgana gripped her grimoire firmly, runes glowing around her.

"It's coming from inside the pile," Viviane whispered, her eyes fixed on the pile of bodies.

Morgana swallowed nervously. "You're saying that...?"

Before she could finish, the pile shifted. Slowly, as if something was moving beneath the bodies. A wet, grotesque sound echoed as the bodies began to slide, falling on top of one another. Something was emerging from the center of the pile.

"Get out of there, now!" Viviane ordered, pushing Morgana back.

From the midst of the pile, a grotesque creature rose. It was something neither of them had ever seen. It had a humanoid shape, but its skin was as black as the night, pulsating as if alive. Its eyes glowed with a blood-red hue, and there were tentacles protruding from its back, each covered in spikes.

"What is that?!" Morgana screamed, opening her grimoire and starting to chant a spell.

"It's not an ordinary demon," Viviane said, raising her sword. "Get ready. This won't be easy."

The creature let out a roar that made the warehouse itself tremble. It then lunged, its tentacles whipping through the air toward Viviane and Morgana.

Viviane blocked the attack with her sword, but the impact was strong enough to push her backward. Morgana conjured a mana shield that blocked one of the tentacles, but it cracked under the impact.

"We'll need something more powerful!" Morgana exclaimed as magical flames began to swirl around her hands.

Viviane advanced again, her eyes locked on the grotesque head of the creature, each step a combination of agile dodges and precise strikes. The sound of the tentacles slicing through the air echoed in the warehouse like whips made of steel. She knew she needed to act quickly.

But before she could strike, one of the tentacles moved with impossible speed, slamming into her with brutal force.

"Urghhh!"

The impact threw her like a ragdoll against the concrete wall. The sound of cracking bones echoed through the space, followed by a dull thud as she collapsed to the floor.

"Viviane!" Morgana screamed, her voice laced with panic.

Viviane tried to get up, but a searing pain ran down her spine. Her body felt as though it had been torn apart from the inside. Each attempt to move her arms or legs was accompanied by indescribable agony.

"Y... you damn..." she whispered through clenched teeth, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Even so, her eyes burned with determination.

The creature took advantage of her momentary vulnerability, moving closer, its tentacles lashing out like hungry predators.

Seeing the gravity of the situation, Morgana gritted her teeth and channeled even more energy into the spell in her hands. "You won't touch her, monster!"

The fire in her hands erupted in a wave of heat that illuminated the warehouse. She cast the spell with all her strength, the flames transforming into an incandescent phoenix that flew directly toward the creature.

The monster roared, recoiling from the impact of the flames, its grotesque skin crackling and deforming.

"Viviane, hang on!" Morgana shouted, rushing toward her fallen aunt.

Even weakened, Viviane lifted her head with difficulty. "I... I'm not done yet..." she murmured, extending her trembling hand toward her sword, which lay just out of reach.

"You need to rest! You're too injured to fight!" Morgana protested, kneeling beside her. Continue reading on empire

Viviane let out a short, raspy laugh, despite the pain. "If you think a nasty tentacle is going to take me down, then you don't know me, girl."

The fire in Viviane's eyes was fierce, almost supernatural. Even with her body broken, her will was unyielding.

"Help me up... or get out of the way," she demanded.

Before Morgana could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed through the warehouse, and a new voice filled the space.

"I'm sorry, little girl," the voice said, dripping with irony and calm.

Suddenly, the monstrous creature stopped moving. Its tentacles froze in mid-air as though an invisible force had severed its control. A second later, it was slammed to the ground with a crash, completely immobilized.

Viviane and Morgana looked in the direction of the voice, both surprised and alert.

A male figure emerged from the shadows, the sound of his boots reverberating on the concrete floor. He had messy black hair, golden eyes that gleamed with a mix of malice and power, and wore an outfit that seemed to be a blend of ancient armor and a modern suit, giving him an aura of deadly elegance.

"Ah... if it isn't the famous Lady of the Lake," he said, a crooked smile appearing on his lips. "I've heard quite a bit about you. I heard you've been having a lot of fun with our dear Sapphire."

Viviane narrowed her eyes, despite struggling against the pain. "Who the hell are you?"

The man tilted his head slightly, as though he were offended, but still enjoying the situation.

"Oh, where are my manners?" He gave an exaggerated bow, his hands open as if on a stage.

"I'm someone you shouldn't stand in front of," he smiled.