The Las Vegas night pulsed with golden, neon lights, reflecting off the casino facades as if the city itself were a stage for humanity's greatest sins. The air smelled of cigarettes, expensive alcohol, and broken promises. And in the center of this scene, exiting through the casino's main door, was him.
Vergil.
In his arms were the two jewels who had accompanied him that night: Kaguya, the lunar empress with silver hair that shone like silk under the artificial light, and Alexa, the werewolf princess, with her wild gaze and curves molded for temptation.
On either side, one of them clung to him, and the two exchanged silent barbs.
"You're the one who said 'we,' remember?" Alexa grumbled, her full lips curling into an irritated smile. "As if it were natural to share him with me."
Kaguya tilted her head, her voice soft and sharp as crystal. "Don't be childish." Vergil doesn't belong to anyone, but if he does, it's to me. I already told you.
