Lilith’s presence did not remain contained within that battlefield.

She couldn’t.

The power escaping her body was not merely an ordinary aura, nor simply elevated demonic energy. It was something far more ancient, far more primordial, something that existed before many worlds were even born.

It was origin.

It was ancient blood.

It was the essence of that which created the demonic race itself.

When Lilith unleashed her energy, the effect was not confined to the destroyed coliseum. The wave of power spread like an invisible earthquake through the layers of reality, traversing dimensions, tearing through spiritual planes, and echoing through every fragment of the Underworld.

First came silence... Then came fear.

Demons scattered across countless regions of the Underworld suddenly stopped what they were doing. Creatures that lived only for war froze in the midst of brutal battles. Predators that hunted humans or lesser demons simply stopped.

They couldn’t explain it... But they felt it.

An overwhelming pressure swept through the Underworld like an ancient storm awakening after ages of slumber.

Lesser demons fell to their knees.

Some began to tremble.

Others simply panicked.

It was an instinctive fear.

A fear etched into the very demonic blood.

As if every cell in their bodies recognized something that should remain buried forever.

Lilith’s aura continued to expand.

She traversed natural portals between dimensions.

She descended into the deepest layers of the Underworld.

And reached places undisturbed for thousands of years.

One of these places was the throne of Amon.

In the depths of the Underworld, where the darkness was so dense that even ordinary demons avoided crossing, stood a colossal structure carved from black stone.

This was Amon’s personal residence, where he constantly stayed after the Archons’ meetings. A castle made of gigantic bones and infernal rocks.

At the top of that castle was a gigantic hall. And in the center of that hall... Amon sat there.

His gigantic body occupied almost the entire black stone seat while his demonic aura completely dominated the environment.

He was considered the most powerful demon in the Underworld in the current era, stronger than Sapphire, stronger than Sepphirothy, behind only two people in all of history... And one of them revived.

He was bored... He had gone to the coliseum but when the shit hit the fan, he just left with Paimon. He was thinking about what had happened but... suddenly... it happened.

Amon froze.

His entire body locked up.

First it was just a slight tremor in his fingers.

Then his muscles began to contract involuntarily.

His eyes widened. An overwhelming pressure invaded the hall.

The air grew heavy.

Too heavy.

The black stone floor began to crack under the invisible weight that now dominated the space.

Amon slowly raised his head.

His heart began to beat faster.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

He abruptly rose from the throne.

The sound of breaking stone echoed as his gigantic feet touched the floor.

"What the hell..." His deep voice echoed through the hall. "...is happening?"

But before he could finish the sentence...

The aura arrived.

Lilith’s energy finally reached that layer of the Underworld.

The pressure exploded within the hall.

The walls trembled violently.

Gigantic columns cracked.

Demonic runes engraved on the castle began to flash uncontrollably as the presence that dominated the entire Underworld finally manifested there. Amon felt it.

And his body reacted even before his mind could comprehend it.

His knees buckled slightly.

His chest tightened.

His breath faltered.

Fear.

True fear.

Not the kind of caution demons feel when facing strong adversaries.

It was something far worse.

It was the fear of a son before something that existed before him.

Long before.

Amon’s eyes widened.

He recognized it.

His blood recognized it.

His body recognized it.

He slowly raised his head as that aura continued to expand, traversing every layer of the Underworld like an ocean of living darkness.

"No..." His voice came out low.

Incredulous. "This can’t be..." The pressure increased.

More.

More.

More.

Until finally he felt it clearly.

The signature of that energy.

The name that existed engraved in the oldest legends of the Underworld.

The name that even demons avoided pronouncing.

Amon looked at the ceiling of the hall.

As if he could see through thousands of kilometers of infernal rock.

His eyes widened completely.

"Holy shit." The energy continued to grow. Spreading.

Consuming the entire Underworld like a black tide awakening from a millennial sleep.

Demons began to flee.

Demonic cities descended into chaos.

Ancient creatures that had slept for centuries suddenly awoke, alarmed by the presence that now dominated every corner of that plane.

Amon clenched his fists.

His body still trembled.

He didn’t like the feeling.

He was the king of that world.

The strongest.

The supreme tyrant of the modern Underworld.

But before that aura...

He seemed like just a child.

"Who..." His voice came out hoarse. "...released her?"

Then the answer came.

Not in words.

But in presence.

A second energy surged in the Underworld.

Not as overwhelming as Lilith’s.

But still absurd.

Ancient.

And familiar.

Amon froze again.

His eyes widened even more.

He recognized that presence too.

"No..."

He took a step back.

"No, no, no..."

His gaze darkened.

Because now he understood.

Who had done this.

Who had broken the impossible seal.

Who had unleashed the worst nightmare in demonic history.

Amon took a deep breath.

And then spoke aloud.

"Sephirothy." He ran a hand over his face. Still feeling Lilith’s aura completely dominating the Underworld. "That girl..." His gaze tightened. "...just destroyed the balance of all of Hell."

...

The battlefield still trembled.

The demonic energy escaping from Lilith continued to expand like an endless tide, distorting the air and pressing down on the world around her. It wasn’t an uncontrolled explosion; it was something much deeper.

It was recovery.

After six thousand years sealed away, her existence was slowly reorganizing itself, like an ancient heart beating again after an eternity of silence.

The ground beneath her feet began to slowly crack.

Strands of dark energy rose from the ground like living vapors, being drawn into her body as if the Underworld itself were feeding its creator.

Each breath Lilith took seemed to make the air heavier.

Denser.

Ancient.

Her body remained crouched before Vergil for a few seconds, her fingers still touching his face. Her eyes were calm, but within them lay something much deeper than simple compassion.

There was recognition.

Memories.

And perhaps... regret. Then she slowly rose.

Her movement was tranquil, almost elegant, as if that destroyed battlefield were merely a silent stage. The black spear formed of pure darkness still rested in her hand, the shadows that composed it moving slowly like living creatures.

She turned her face.

And finally faced Dante.

For a moment...

He just stared.

The colossal demonic creature held Yamato with a relaxed posture, but his eyes were fixed on her now, analyzing every detail of the presence that had emerged.

The silence between the two lasted a few seconds.

Then Dante began to laugh.

First it was just a low sound.

Then the laughter grew.

"Hah..."

He tilted his head slightly back.

"Hahahaha..."

The laughter echoed through the destroyed coliseum.

His teeth showed as he smiled almost hysterically.

"Lilith?" He repeated the name mockingly.

"Hahahaha!"

Dante pointed Yamato at her.

"Stop lying—"

He didn’t finish the sentence.

Lilith moved the spear.

There was no preparation.

There was no exaggerated movement.

Just a simple swing.

The black weapon described a slow arc in the air.

But the world reacted as if it had been struck by a cataclysm.

The space between them disappeared.

It wasn’t traversed.

It was erased.

A black line crossed the battlefield.

And in the next instant...

Dante ceased to exist.

There was no explosion.

There was no scream.

There was no resistance.

The colossal body that occupied that space was simply obliterated.

Flesh.

Bone.

Demonic energy.

Fragments of Lucifer.

Everything.

It was erased from the material plane as if it had never been there.

The air behind it exploded in a silent wave that swept across half the coliseum, pulverizing ruins and opening a new, gigantic crater that stretched to the horizon.

Stones were ripped from the ground.

The red sky tore in a dark line that took several seconds to close.

When the movement ended...

Nothing remained.

Not a single piece.

Not a single particle.

Not a trace of the creature that had defeated gods and destroyed worlds minutes before.

Lilith lowered her spear slowly.

Her face remained completely neutral.

As if she had only brushed away an irritating insect.

The silence that followed was absolute.

Sapphire stood motionless.

Sephirothy too.

Seris, in the distance, simply stopped breathing for a second.

The psychological impact of it took a few moments to reach their minds.

Dante...

The monster that had crushed them all.

The being that had stolen Yamato, destroyed temporal magic, and defeated everything that opposed him...

He was erased.

With a single, casual movement.

Lilith looked at the empty space where he had been.

Then she sighed lightly.

"Noisy."

Her voice came out calm.

"Noisy."

Her voice came out calm.

Without irritation.

Without emotion.

Like someone commenting on a mosquito on a silent night.

But then...

Something changed.

It was so small that no one noticed at first.

Not Sapphire.

Not Seris.

Not even Sepphirothy.

At the exact point where Dante had been erased from existence, something microscopic still remained.

A single molecule.

Nothing more.

An insignificant fragment of matter that had escaped the total oblivion caused by Lilith’s spear.

It was so small it had no form.

It had no consciousness.

It had no perceptible spiritual presence.

But it still existed.

And for Dante... that was enough.

First came a tremor.

Not in the world.

But in the very reality surrounding that microscopic particle.

A ripple so small it seemed like a glitch in the fabric of space.

Lilith noticed.

Her gaze moved slowly.

She didn’t turn her body.

Only her eyes.

Something was happening.

That molecule began to vibrate.

First slowly.

Then faster.

Then the air around her began to be pulled in.

An invisible pressure began to form in that tiny point of space.

Demonic energy began to surge.

It didn’t come from outside.

It came from within.

As if that single particle were a nucleus capable of rebuilding something infinitely larger.

The shadows around her began to distort.

The dust suspended in the air began to swirl slowly.

Seris frowned in the distance.

She felt it.

Something was... returning.

Sapphire noticed it too.

Her gaze narrowed.

Sepphirothy instinctively stepped forward.

The small vibration became a pulsation.

Then matter began to emerge.

First as microscopic threads of flesh and energy.

Like roots growing at an absurd speed.

Molecules began to multiply.

Cells appeared.

Organic tissue began to form in the air.

The process was grotesque.

And at the same time... impressive.

It was regeneration.

But not ordinary regeneration.

It was absolute reconstruction.

In a few seconds, what was once just a molecule began to transform into a small mass of pulsating flesh floating in the air.

The mass grew.

It doubled in size.

Then it tripled.

Veins began to form.

Bone began to emerge within the expanding organic structure.

Muscles began to intertwine.

Demonic energy exploded from that point like a small black star.

The body began to take shape.

First a torso.

Then arms.

Then legs.

Horns began to grow again.

Demonic skin formed like living armor over the newly created muscles.

The eyes appeared last.

Two red spheres opened on his newly reconstructed face.

Breathing.

His chest swelled.

Air entered his newly created lungs.

Dante was back.

His complete body hovered in the air for a few seconds while the regeneration finished stabilizing each cell.

Demonic energy exploded around him like a storm.

He fell slowly to the ground.

His feet touched the broken stone.

Crack.

The impact opened small cracks in the ground.

He remained still for a few seconds.

Breathing.

Like someone who had just woken from a deep sleep.

Then he began to laugh.

"Hah..."

The laughter began low.

Hoarse.

"Hahah..."

He ran his hand over his own chest, feeling the newly formed flesh.

"Hahahahaha!"

Dante raised his head and looked directly at Lilith.

His eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Wow."

He cracked his neck slowly.

The sound of newly regenerated bones echoed in the silence.

"That really hurt."

He opened his arms slightly.

As if presenting his own body.

"But you know what the fun part is?"

He smiled.

A wide smile.

Insane.

"You need to erase everything."

His fingers closed slowly.

The demonic aura began to grow again.

"Everything."

His red eyes locked onto hers.

"Because a single molecule..."

He pointed to his own chest.

"...is enough for me to come back."