Chapter 790 - Lucy is strange

Vergil stood on the elevated balcony of the central palace, his arms crossed as he watched the vast expanse of his demonic territory grow day by day. The city below was still under constant construction, an unlikely fusion of infernal brutality and architectural elegance. Gothic towers rose between wide avenues of black stone, arched bridges connected tall buildings adorned with dark stained glass, and deep furnaces spewed columns of crimson steam into the eternally red sky. Demonic workers, winged creatures, and arcane engineers crisscrossed busy streets, carrying materials, runes, and entire structures. Despite the natural chaos of an expanding kingdom, there was order there. Order imposed by a will that admitted no flaws.