Masochistic Maid

The soft glow of the candles flickered, illuminating the grandeur of the domain. The atmosphere was imposing yet charged with a palpable tension, as though every shadow held promises of something greater and more sinister.

Vergil emerged from the crimson magic circle, followed closely by Morgana, who clung to his arm with a hint of hesitation. However, her curious gaze swept across the dim yet vibrant chamber, charged with demonic energy. Before they could advance further, a familiar figure stepped into their path.

Novah, ever audacious, blocked Vergil's way with her arms crossed and a challenging glare fixed on him. "Witches aren't allowed here," she announced, her voice sharp with authority.

Vergil raised an eyebrow, coming to an immediate halt. "Oh, really? Since when do you have the power to make rules in my dear Sapphire's mansion?"