My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 272: Ranks?

The morning had begun peacefully. Outside the wide hotel room window, snow was falling in silence, as if the world itself were in suspension. There were no storms, no cutting winds—just white flakes slowly dancing under the soft light of a cloud-covered sun, creating an almost surreal atmosphere of peace.

Inside the luxurious room, the temperature was warm and comforting. Steam still drifted from the slightly open bathroom door, where just moments ago Sapphire had finished a long, hot shower. She emerged wrapped in a soft black silk robe, droplets of water still tracing down the curve of her neck before vanishing beneath the elegant fabric. Her face, flushed from the heat, contrasted with her dark hair, which she now dried with a plush towel. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a subtle sign of contentment.

"I have to admit," she said, her velvety voice gently cutting through the room's silence, "this place is pretty luxurious."

Vergil was seated on the bed, propped against fluffy pillows with a sleek silver laptop on his lap. The screen cast a soft glow over his face, reflecting the data he was browsing intently. It was the same device granted to him by Paimon, connected to what they called the Demon Eye: an infernal surveillance tool that gathered classified information about supernatural beings around the world.

The irony of a Demon King using a spy network through tech made him smile inwardly. Centuries ago, such things would be done through minions, blood contracts, and demonic informants. Now... there were apps. Efficient.

"There are some fallen angels nearby," Vergil said, his voice calm as he typed a few lines. "Two confirmed fallen angels... one Heroes branch office, two smaller Angel outposts... and the rest? Vampires."

Sapphire sat beside him, still tending to her hair, now using a hairdryer. The muffled sound of warm air filled the space between their sentences.

"What are their Ranks?" she asked, glancing at the screen.

"Hm? What Ranks?" he replied, frowning slightly.

She rolled her eyes with a light smile, as if explaining something obvious. "Be patient... click on them. Their Rank will show up — from E to S. E are just idiots with strength slightly above average humans. S are the ones who can destroy entire cities with a yawn."

"Ah..." Vergil muttered, clicking on the first icon of one of the fallen angels. A detailed profile popped up with a soft beep, revealing:Name: Caleb RezzorClassification: Rank-BThreat Level: Medium-HighAffiliation: NoneLast Activity: Two days ago

"Rank-B," he said.

Sapphire shrugged, as if that was the equivalent of a fly in soup. "Those you can kill with a slap. Literally. Not even fun."

Vergil kept browsing, now clicking on the glowing symbol of the Heroes' branch. A sleek animation expanded across the screen, revealing a structure worthy of a modern military base. Then, the classification appeared.

"Whoa..." he muttered, raising an eyebrow.

Branch Classification: RANK-SReason for Classification: Confirmed presence of Rank-S member — identity confidential.Attack and Defense Capacity: High.Recommendation: Avoid direct confrontation without planning.

"This place is Rank-S," he said, pointing at the screen.

Sapphire, now with her hair almost dry, glanced over her shoulder with a lazy look. "Ah... Probably some S-Rank hero stationed there. Nothing you can't handle too."

Vergil kept staring at the data, but his mind began to wander. A question formed silently in his head — a curiosity that seemed silly at first, but was now growing with surprising intensity.

What was his Rank, after all? And Sapphire's?

As if reading his heart — or maybe his soul — Sapphire let out a restrained laugh and pointed the hairdryer at him like a heat-blasting weapon.

"You've got that look again," she said.

"What look?" he replied, raising an eyebrow with feigned innocence.

"That 'Am I Rank-S? Am I Rank-SS? Is there a Rank above S only the real badasses get?' look."She switched off the dryer with a soft click, placing it on the nightstand beside the bed."You wanna know your Rank, huh?"

Vergil chuckled lowly, crossing his arms. "You reading my thoughts now?"

"No need," she said, lying beside him with the grace of a panther. "You're so damn obvious when you're curious."

He looked at her, pretending to be offended. "Hey, I'm a man of mystery."

"Of course you are," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "But go on. If you really want to know your Rank… the system can classify you."

Vergil hesitated. Part of him didn't care about labels.But… another part — the competitive one, the one that still remembered rising through the Demon ranks, his victories against legendary beings — wanted to know.

He clicked on a hidden field in the app's bottom corner, where it read:Manual Evaluation – Insert Demonic Identity

He typed in his full demonic name: Vergil Lucifer.The screen flickered, loading for a few seconds. A metallic sound echoed from the laptop, like a dark bell tolling.

Name: Vergil LuciferClassification: RANK-S+Potential Threat: Regional ExtinctionWarning: Avoid hostility toward those around him. Entity possesses multiple incomprehensible powers and displays possessiveness.Note: Do not provoke him — especially not by provoking one of his wives.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly satisfied.

"Rank-S+, huh?" he murmured.

Sapphire just scoffed. "As if that's a surprise."

He turned the screen toward her, wearing a smug grin. "Your turn."

She gave a sharp smile, like she'd been waiting for the challenge. Without hesitation, she typed:Sapphire AgaresThe system recognized her instantly. The interface went dark for a few seconds before revealing the result.

Name: Sapphire AgaresClassification: SPECIAL Rank – Abyssal Knight – ImmeasurablePotential Threat: Global Extinction (Unrestricted) / Continental Extinction (Restricted)Note: Please never touch her, approach her, or look at her. Do not even think about harming her if you want your family to stay alive.Reminder: Under no circumstance mention her daughter.

Vergil blinked. "SPECIAL Rank, Abyssal Knight, Immeasurable?"

She smiled, sliding her fingers along his leg under the covers."Wanna argue with the system… or admit I'm the most dangerous thing in the world?"

He snapped the laptop shut and turned toward her."You deserve an award... so deadly, yet somehow so adorable."

Sapphire bit her lower lip, her predator's gaze softened by rare sweetness."Wanna train to level up, babe?"

"When we get back… maybe we can train really hard," he replied, pulling her closer as, outside, the snow continued to fall — untouched and silent — a perfect contrast to the slow-burning heat rising inside the room.

Even as the warm, intimate atmosphere still clung to them, Vergil and Sapphire rose slowly from the bed. The weather outside remained unchanged — snow falling quietly, blanketing the city in a serene, almost magical whiteness.

Sapphire dressed with unhurried grace, slipping into a dark, form-fitting dress with metallic details that resembled delicate chains, and over it, a scarlet-red coat — bold and regal.Vergil, in turn, chose a black, finely woven shirt, dark slacks, and a gray overcoat lined with silver embroidery that gave him an aristocratic — almost vampiric — air. Fitting for the occasion.

Just as Vergil adjusted the collar of his coat, a sharp knock echoed at the door — polite, but firm.

KNOCK KNOCK.

He cast a brief glance at Sapphire, who raised an eyebrow, intrigued.With slow, deliberate steps, he made his way to the door and opened it — revealing an unexpected figure on the other side.

The woman standing before him was the embodiment of exotic elegance.

She wore a black Japanese kimono adorned with red and gold floral patterns, long sleeves that nearly brushed the ground, and an obi sash tied with flawless precision.Her skin was pale as porcelain, contrasting sharply with her long snow-white hair.Her crimson eyes gleamed with a supernatural light, though her expression remained serene, respectful — and held a beauty so cold, it was almost ethereal.

She gave a slight, traditional bow, lowering her head without breaking eye contact.

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"Good morning, Lord Vergil. Lady Sapphire." Her voice was soft, melodic, and perfectly controlled."My name is Kaguya. I have been assigned to escort you to the Vampire King. He awaits you in the Scarlet Hall."

Vergil studied her for a few seconds, noting every detail.Everything about her screamed Eastern tradition — from her posture to her presence. He furrowed his brow slightly, not out of suspicion, but sheer curiosity.

"A Japanese woman… here in Romania?" he thought. "How many centuries old is she to have ended up on this side of the world? Escaping a clan? Exiled? Or maybe Europe just sounded more exciting than Kyoto?"

But he didn't dwell too long on the thought. These kinds of things were common when it came to immortals.They wandered — for war, for invitations… or simply because eternal boredom had a way of shifting one's geography.

"All right," Vergil said, closing the door behind him and glancing briefly at Sapphire, who was already approaching with calm, graceful steps.

Sapphire cast a quick glance at Kaguya, and for a moment their eyes met.Vampire and Demoness — each with their own distinct aura.Kaguya bowed again, respectfully.

"If you wish, I can escort you to the main entrance. Transportation is already waiting."

Vergil gave a faint smile. "Lead the way, Kaguya-san."

The Japanese woman raised her head, pleased by the unexpected formality, and turned on her heels with hypnotic grace.The three of them walked through the hotel's corridors, their muffled footsteps contrasting with the soft, padded silence of the elegantly decorated walls.

As they walked, Sapphire leaned slightly closer to Vergil and whispered with a teasing smile:

"You and your thing for Japanese girls…"

"It's just respect for the culture," he replied with a crooked smile.

"Uh-huh. I'll remember that..." she muttered under her breath."I'll get him back... He thinks I don't know he slept with that bitch Raphaeline?"

Vergil only chuckled softly.

As they descended to the lobby, a sleek black limousine awaited them, engine already running, releasing soft clouds of warm vapor into the cold air.A chauffeur, also wearing dark sunglasses, stepped forward and opened the door for Sapphire with an exaggerated bow — completely ignoring Vergil. Again.

"You saw that, didn't you?" he murmured, watching the one-sided treatment.

"Of course," Sapphire replied as she stepped into the car, amusement gleaming in her eyes."They've got instincts. They know who's in charge."