My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Viviane adjusted her black cloak around her shoulders, feeling the weight of the silence that permeated the abandoned church before her. The biting wind of Romania made the stones of the ancient structure creak, as if something beyond the mere passage of time was pressing against the ruins. The church, once a sacred place, was now overtaken by mold, decay, and oblivion. The collapsed roof allowed the full moon's light to illuminate the interior, casting silver shadows on the shattered walls, like ghosts of the past.

Inside the church, the smell of moss and rot was almost unbearable, but Viviane didn't mind. She was used to places like that, places heavy with discomfort, where the weight of history was felt with every step. But what kept her there, amidst the desolation, wasn't the search for a sense of belonging, but the mission that had brought her to that place. The reason she, Viviane, was there.

She looked at Emmily, the witch she had hired to track down the Ex-Calibur. The woman was crouched, her green eyes fixed on the ancient runes etched into the floor of the church. The moonlight reflected off Emmily's pale skin, and the magical energy surrounding her seemed almost palpable. The witch delicately traced her fingers over the symbols, whispering words that seemed to make the air around her vibrate.

"This place is saturated with ancient magic," Emmily said in a low voice, as if afraid the very atmosphere might absorb her words. "But it's not the magic we're looking for."

Viviane observed the witch for a moment, her eyes analyzing every movement with a mix of interest and caution. Emmily was powerful, no doubt, but Viviane had never fully trusted someone who used magic so recklessly. There was something ethereal about her, as though she knew that magic was just a tool, not the end in itself. The mission was what mattered. The Ex-Calibur.

"Are you sure it's here?" Viviane asked gravely, her attention still divided between Emmily and her surroundings. She felt something in the air, a growing tension, as if the temple itself were waiting for a moment of transformation. The silence was absolute, as if the church was waiting for something.

Emmily raised her eyes, her short dark hair falling over her shoulders, partially obscuring her face. She looked at Viviane with a mix of determination and slight impatience, as if it were absurd to question her skill and knowledge.

"Don't doubt me, Viviane," Emmily replied, her voice laden with unwavering confidence. "A fragment of the Ex-Calibur is not far. This place... this is where it was hidden. But you need to understand: the magic here isn't normal. It wasn't just stored, it was sealed."

Viviane furrowed her brow, her eyes scanning the ruins of the church, observing the broken walls and fallen columns. "Sealed?"

"Yes," Emmily confirmed with a nod. "Whoever hid the Ex-Calibur here knew what they were doing. It's not just a powerful artifact. No. It's something more. Something that needed to be kept in a special way."

Viviane remained silent, absorbing Emmily's words. Her gaze moved over the church, and she couldn't shake the feeling that the place had been built to protect something. But what could it be? And why would the Ex-Calibur, the sword she herself had forged, be there, so far from her control?

"My dear sword..." Viviane murmured to herself, with an almost imperceptible sadness. "What have they done to you? I don't know why, but I'm afraid."

Emmily smiled with a touch of irony, but it wasn't a joyful laugh. "You're not afraid of the Ex-Calibur, Viviane. You're afraid of what you're going to find. Because you know what it can do. But don't be fooled... as you've said yourself, the Ex-Calibur doesn't just choose who wields it. It chooses when and where it will be used."

Emmily's words reverberated deep within Viviane, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. The way the witch spoke about the sword, as though it were a living, almost conscious entity, unsettled her deeply. Viviane knew this better than anyone. She had forged the Ex-Calibur, imbuing it with a magic so powerful that the sword seemed to have a mind of its own. But this power wasn't just a blessing. It was a curse. A force that, if uncontrolled, could lead to destruction.

"What do you mean by 'chooses when it will be used'? Who told you this?" Viviane asked, her voice now firmer, more focused. She hadn't shared this knowledge with anyone. Not with Emmily, not with anyone. The Ex-Calibur was her creation, and the secret of its true power was hers alone. But the witch seemed to know something that Viviane didn't fully understand.

"I did my homework," Emmily said with a dark smile. "I know exactly how and when it was forged, and whether it's just any sword or not. It's a weapon that alters the course of history. And whoever wields it doesn't just make a choice. They become part of a cycle that was predicted… but never fully understood."

Viviane remained silent for a moment, processing Emmily's words. There was something in her words that made sense, but at the same time, it was something Viviane didn't want to face. The Ex-Calibur, as she knew well, was not just a sword. It was a symbol, a key to a power that couldn't be fully comprehended. And as much as she tried to avoid it, Viviane felt she was about to unleash something far beyond her control.

"And what will you do when you find it?" Emmily asked, her voice now filled with a curiosity that was almost palpable. Viviane realized that the witch was already starting to see herself intertwined with the sword's story, as if her fate was linked to the Ex-Calibur's.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I'll do whatever it takes," Viviane answered coldly, the decision clear in her eyes. "Because, Emmily, there's a reason you and I are here. A reason I hired you. The Ex-Calibur… it's not just a weapon. It's the key to something greater. Something no one can control. Something that must be feared."

The weight of Viviane's words was almost tangible, and Emmily fell silent, absorbing the meaning of what she had just said. The witch, normally so confident, now seemed to hesitate. The air around them was thick with an unspoken tension, impossible to ignore.

"I feel it," Viviane murmured, her eyes fixed on the runes, where the magic seemed to come alive. "The magic… the sword is here. It's waiting."

Suddenly, a low sound, like a distant roar, echoed through the church. Viviane tensed, her fingers instinctively moving to the hidden blades under her coat. The energy around them seemed to pulse, and the air grew denser, as if reality itself were about to bend. Something was approaching.

"Do you feel that?" Viviane whispered to Emmily, her gaze fixed on every movement of the witch.

Emmily smiled gently, her expression as serene as always. "I know what's happening, Viviane. The Ex-Calibur is reacting. It knows it's close to being freed."

Emmily reached out toward the runes, and they began to glow with an unexpected intensity. The air around them seemed to compress, and reality appeared to distort. Viviane felt the energy grow, a force that made the very temple vibrate. The church was alive, pulsing with a power that didn't belong to this world.

Then, an explosion of light. The broken sword, the Ex-Calibur, appeared before them, floating in the air like an entity. It was surrounded by a golden aura, its immeasurable power emanating like an uncontrollable force. Viviane took a step forward, and the destiny of the Ex-Calibur seemed finally to be revealed. But before she could touch it, the sword shone with a blinding light.

It was then that Viviane realized the sword wasn't waiting for her. It was choosing its bearer.

"This isn't ending the way you expected, is it, Viviane?" Emmily asked, her eyes now narrowed.

Viviane, not taking her eyes off the sword, responded with a sad smile. "No… this is… something very different."

She reached out once more. The sword shone intensely. But before she could touch it, the blade shattered, its magic breaking into pieces before her.

The Ex-Calibur shattered.

Though it had been an imposing sword… it was only a fragment of the true sword… So, of course, when someone tried to wield it… it would break completely.

"Seems like you predicted this," Emmily commented, her eyes fixed on Viviane's hands, now holding the broken piece of the Ex-Calibur. Her voice was imbued with curiosity and frustration she tried to hide.

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Viviane didn't respond immediately. Her eyes were fixed on the fragment now merging with her body, as if the sword itself were coming together with her. The hot, resonating metal seemed to adjust to her skin, becoming part of her essence. She felt a deep connection with the Ex-Calibur, an even stronger bond than before. The sword's power was there, but in a different way. She wouldn't need to physically wield it to use it. It was becoming an extension of herself, with all the risks that entailed.

"It's mine, in the end. Right?" Viviane said, her voice calm but with an unwavering determination. She looked at Emmily with an impassive expression, as if the fragment was no longer a broken piece of metal but a promise of the power she had always known she was meant to control.

Emmily frowned, watching closely as the transformation took place. The energy of the Ex-Calibur, even in its shattered form, was molding to Viviane in a way she had never imagined. She knew the sword had powers that transcended mere cutting or destruction. She knew that, when forged, Viviane had imbued it with something more—something beyond the sword itself. The witch couldn't help but wonder just how far that power would take her.

"Start tracking, there's negative energy everywhere," Viviane suddenly commanded, her expression now completely altered. She was no longer the woman who had entered that church with caution and fear. Now, she was a transformed figure, with the weight of the Ex-Calibur fragment becoming part of her very essence.