"You're back on top," Sapphire commented, pouting slightly as she stared at Viviane. The demon queen didn't hide her discomfort—and it wasn't just jealousy. It was frustration.
After all, she was the one who turned Viviane into a demon. And unlike Viola and Novah, over whom she maintained almost absolute control, Viviane had always been an exception. She always escaped her control.
This irritated her more than she would like to admit.
"I'm fine, thank you for asking," replied Viviane with a sweet and provocative smile, firmly embracing Vergil's arm, who seemed more relaxed than usual.
Sapphire pursed her lips slightly, visibly uncomfortable with the scene.
Yes, she was jealous.
"However," interrupted Rapaheline, who was lazily watching TV from the corner of the room, "it's good to see that his hair and eyes are back to normal." She smiled slyly. "Black and purple had their charm, but... I prefer white and blue. More classic. More 'Vergil'." She winked mischievously.
