My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 726: Lilith finally awoke from her slumber.

The Abyss was windless, yet Sepphirothy’s cloak rippled as she ran. The black ground beneath her feet seemed to absorb each step, as if the void itself recognized the urgency of what was about to happen. Before her, rising like an impossible reminder of an ancient world, stood the castle she herself had created ages ago to contain what no one else could face. Black towers cut through the starless sky, and each wall was made of compressed demonic matter, ancient runes pulsing slowly like living scars. For thousands of years this place had existed as a silent prison, an absolute seal built of fear, love, and despair.

Now, as Sepphirothy crossed the gigantic gates, she felt something she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Her whole body trembled. It wasn’t weakness. It was fear. As soon as her foot touched the floor of the castle’s main hall, the air shifted. The energy that filled the place ceased to be static and began to move slowly, like an ocean awakening after a millennia-long sleep. The castle’s silence was no longer empty. There was a presence there.

Then she heard it.

A voice.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t a shout. It was just a whisper that echoed off the ancient walls as if coming from everywhere at once.

"After thousands of years... finally..."

Sephirothy’s heart pounded so hard she had to stop running. Her fingers trembled slightly as she took a few more steps through the dark hall, her eyes scanning the giant shadows forming between the black pillars. For an instant that seemed endless, she simply breathed.

That voice.

That voice she hadn’t heard since before the world shattered.

Her eyes began to burn. She almost cried.

But the moment was short-lived.

The darkness before her shifted.

Not like an ordinary shadow. As if the space itself opened to allow passage. A figure emerged from nowhere, traversing the void with the naturalness of someone who had always belonged there.

Before Sephirothy could fully react, a hand encircled her neck and lifted her off the ground with absolute ease.

The woman holding her had an overwhelming presence.

Her long, silvery hair fell like a river of pale light over her shoulders, reflecting the faint glow of the castle’s runes. Between those white strands emerged two curved black horns, marked by red fissures that gleamed like magma beneath volcanic rock.

Her skin was pale as ivory, almost luminous against the darkness of the Abyss, and her eyes... her eyes were red, deep, alive like ancient embers. There was something in that gaze that seemed to traverse centuries of existence effortlessly.

Her ears were long and delicate, elven in shape, and a small earring shone softly on one of them.

Her body was enveloped in tight-fitting black robes, made of a material that resembled living leather, decorated with intricate golden patterns reminiscent of ancient branches or forgotten demonic inscriptions. A necklace with an intense red stone hung from the center of her chest, pulsing slowly like a sleeping heart.

She tilted her head slightly as she held Sepphirothy suspended, observing her face with a cold, curious expression.

"Who are you?" The question came out simply, almost disinterestedly, as if she were analyzing something that had unexpectedly appeared before her.

Sepphirothy offered no resistance.

Her body simply relaxed for a second, and then, with a light movement, she grasped the woman’s wrist and easily freed herself from the grip. Her feet touched the ground again without making a sound.

She brought a hand to her own neck, lightly massaging the skin as she observed the figure before her.

Her eyes trembled. "You... don’t remember?"

The silver-haired woman frowned slightly. Her red eyes scanned Sephirothy’s face for a few longer seconds.

Something there seemed familiar.

But as she tried to reach that memory, something within her mind reacted violently.

A sudden pain shot through her head like lightning.

She brought her hand to her temple, her fingers pressing lightly against the side of her face as an expression of irritation appeared. Memories tried to emerge, but each attempt seemed to tear something apart within her mind.

Fragmented images appeared and disappeared.

A field of black flowers.

An ancient sky before the fall.

A small figure running.

A child’s laugh.

The pain intensified.

The woman squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as she tried to pull that memory to the surface. But each fragment seemed to resist, as if millennia of forgetfulness had transformed into chains trapped within her own mind.

Sephirothy watched in silence.

Her chest tightened slowly.

Then she took a small step forward.

Her voice was low but firm. "Mom."

The world seemed to stop.

The word pierced the castle hall like an invisible blow.

The woman’s head snapped back abruptly.

And then... the memories came.

Not slowly. Not gently.

They came like an explosion.

An entire past broke through the barriers that tried to keep it buried.

She saw an ancient, blue, vast sky before the birth of the Abyss. She saw an impossible garden where life still grew freely.

And then she saw a small child running among black flowers, laughing as her white hair shone in the light.

Eyes as blue as the sky itself.

Tiny fingers reaching for her hands.

A child’s voice calling to her.

"Mom."

The woman took a half-step back, her eyes wide as the avalanche of memories flooded her mind.

The child growing up.

The world breaking apart.

The chaos.

The separation.

The eternal silence afterward.

Her gaze slowly returned to the figure before her.

Now she saw.

Not just the adult woman who was there.

But the child who had existed before.

That small figure with white hair and blue eyes running through the fields of a world that no longer existed.

Her lips trembled slightly.

The pain in her head gradually lessened, replaced by something much deeper.

Recognition.

Her red eyes softened for the first time since she had awakened.

She took a hesitant step toward Sepphirothy.

The voice that came from her mouth no longer had its previous coldness. It was low. Almost incredulous. "My Sepp?"

For an instant that felt longer than entire centuries, neither of them moved. The castle hall remained silent, the runes on the walls pulsing with a faint light as reality seemed to hesitate around them. Sepphirothy watched that face that had existed only in her memories for thousands of years. The face she believed she would never see again. The red eyes that once dominated kingdoms and bent gods were now there, looking at her with something Sepphirothy had almost forgotten existed. Doubt. Recognition. Love buried beneath ages of oblivion.

Then Sepphirothy moved.

She took a swift step forward and enveloped Lilith in an embrace so tight it seemed she was trying to stop time itself from separating them again. Her arms tightened around her mother’s body with desperate urgency, her fingers digging lightly into the black fabric of her clothing. The cold control that had always defined Sepphirothy simply vanished in that instant. Her whole body began to tremble as tears finally escaped her eyes.

She buried her face in Lilith’s shoulder, like a child who had finally found shelter after wandering through a hostile world.

"You’re back..."

Her voice came out broken, muffled by tears she no longer tried to hold back.

Lilith stood still for just a second.

Maybe two.

Then something inside her responded.

Her arms slowly rose and enveloped Sepphirothy’s body with almost equal strength. Her fingers slid through her daughter’s white hair as she pulled her closer. The gesture felt too natural for someone who had just recovered those memories.

It was instinct.

It was something that no amount of forgetting could completely erase.

She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the tremor of her daughter’s body against hers.

The little Sepp who ran among black flowers was now there, grown, powerful, marked by millennia of solitude.

Lilith tightened her embrace.

Her fingers ran through Sepphirothy’s silvery strands as a question finally escaped her lips.

"What happened...?"

Her voice was different now.

Still deep.

Still charged with power.

But there was something new there.

Confusion.

Worry.

Sepphirothy took a few seconds to answer. Her face was still pressed against her mother’s shoulder as she breathed slowly, trying to regain control of herself. When she finally spoke, her voice still carried the emotion she had kept for thousands of years.

"Many years have passed..."

She pulled her face away slightly, her eyes still moist as she looked at Lilith.

"After the Genesis war went wrong... Dad..."

She hesitated for a moment.

"...he sealed you away."

The words hung in the air of the hall.

Lilith didn’t answer immediately.

But her body reacted.

His name wasn’t spoken. It didn’t have to be.

Lucifer.

Lilith’s body trembled.

Not with fear.

Like a deep memory piercing something very old within her.

The arms holding Sephirothy slowly loosened. Her red eyes lost focus for a second as ancient memories, much older than those that had returned before, began to stir within her mind.

The war.

The skies tearing open.

The world breaking apart.

The decision.

The seal.

A heavy energy began to slowly escape from her body.

Lilith took a small step back, carefully pushing Sepphirothy away as her expression completely changed.

She lifted her face.

Her red eyes looked upwards.

Not to the castle ceiling.

Beyond it.

Far beyond.

Then her aura exploded.

It wasn’t a chaotic explosion.

It was expansion.

A silent wave of demonic power swept through the entire castle, across the Abyss, and continued to spread across planes of existence that mortals could never perceive. It was as if a gigantic consciousness had just awakened and was now searching for something lost.

Sepphirothy felt it immediately.

The air around them grew heavy as Lilith’s power extended further and further.

Her mind was searching.

Searching for a specific presence.

A signature.

A soul.

Lucifer.

Silence lasted a few seconds.

Then Lilith’s expression changed.

Confusion appeared first.

Then something much stranger.

She tilted her head slightly, like someone trying to understand something impossible.

Her aura continued to expand as her consciousness traversed realities.

Then she spoke.

"This doesn’t make sense."

Sephirothy frowned slightly.

Lilith continued to look up, her red eyes shining more intensely now as her perception continued to scan the universe.

She found it.

A presence.

Familiar.

Immense.

Unmistakable.

Lucifer.

But something was wrong.

Lilith frowned more deeply.

Because there was another.

Another signature.

Another presence with the same core.

The same essence.

The same power.

She slowly turned her face toward Sephirothy.

The confusion was now completely visible in her expression.

"Why..."

She paused for a second, as if trying to confirm it once more.

Her aura expanded even further.

Searching.

Confirming.

Yes.

Two.

Two presences.

Two existences.

The same primordial demonic essence.

Lilith finally spoke again.

"Why are there two Lucifers?"

...

The floating coliseum had transformed into a field of ruins suspended in the void. The broken stands were scattered like fragments of a fallen civilization, destroyed pillars still floated slowly in the air while dust and demonic energy mingled in the space. In the center of that devastated scene, Vergil’s body lay motionless on the cracked stone floor, the Yamato sword fallen a few meters away. His breath had ceased. His body seemed empty, as if his very presence had been erased.

Dante watched this with a wide smile on his face.

He stood among the rubble, wiping the dried blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb as the small white sphere he had swallowed disappeared inside his body. The energy emanating from him was different now, heavier, more unstable, as if multiple forces were trying to coexist within the same vessel.

"Now there are six..."

He slowly twisted his neck, cracking his knuckles as his eyes turned to Sapphire.

"Only one left."

Sapphire was kneeling beside Vergil, but her body trembled in a way that had nothing to do with fear. The demonic sky that had opened above the coliseum continued to slowly spin, black clouds colliding with each other while dark lightning bolts cut through the firmament.

Her aura burned like a living inferno.

She rose slowly.

Her eyes were fixed on Dante now, filled with a fury so pure it seemed capable of setting the very space around her ablaze. The gigantic sword reappeared in her hand, blue and black energy accumulating around the blade as the ground beneath it began to crack. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Dante’s smile widened even further.

"Ah... so you want to play too?"

Sapphire didn’t answer.

Her body simply assumed a fighting stance.

All her energy began to concentrate, as if preparing something far greater than any previous attack.

But then...

Something changed.

Dante was the first to feel it.

He blinked.

A strange sensation coursed through his stomach.

At first it was just a slight discomfort, like an unusual heat spreading inside his chest. His smile faded slightly as he tilted his head to the side.

"Huh..."

The heat intensified.

Quickly.

Very quickly.

Dante brought a hand to his chest as a confused expression spread across his face.

"What..."

The sentence died before it finished.

Because at that instant his body began to burn.

Not from the outside.

From the inside.

The skin of his chest began to glow slightly, as if something was trying to pierce his flesh from within. Dante’s eyes widened as a wave of absurd pain coursed through his entire body.

"What the hell..."

He fell to his knees.

The heat turned to fire.

The energy within him collapsed violently, as if two completely incompatible forces were trying to occupy the same space.

Dante tried to stand.

He couldn’t.

His body convulsed violently.

Then he vomited.

The small white sphere emerged from his mouth enveloped in an explosion of luminous energy, rolling across the ground for only a second before reacting as if it had found its true destination.

The orb shot through the air.

Straight into Vergil’s body.

Sapphire saw it.

Her eyes widened as the sphere traversed space and plunged directly into Vergil’s chest as if it had never left.

For a second, nothing happened.

Then Vergil’s body breathed.

A single movement.

Small.

But impossible to ignore.

His chest rose slowly as air returned to his lungs.

The energy around his body began to react immediately.

First a faint glow.

Then a dark blue wave that spread across the ground around him.

Vergil’s fingers moved.

Yamato vibrated slightly on the ground beside him.

Dante was still kneeling, coughing violently as he tried to catch his breath.

He looked at it.

Confused.

"This isn’t..."

The sentence died again.

Because Vergil stood up.

It wasn’t a dramatic movement.

He simply opened his eyes and stood with the absolute calm of someone who had just woken from a brief sleep. His body still bore the marks of battle, dried blood staining the corner of his mouth and part of his coat torn.

But his presence had returned.

Denser.

Sharper.

Yamato slid across the ground into his hand as if answering its owner’s silent call. Vergil gripped the sword naturally, his eyes slowly moving toward Dante.

Dante still seemed stunned.

He wiped his mouth with his arm as he slowly stood up, his eyes fixed on Vergil with a rare mixture of confusion and irritation.

"Wait a minute..."

He pointed to Vergil’s chest.

"This was inside you."

Vergil didn’t respond immediately.

He merely observed Dante for a few seconds.

His cold eyes analyzed every detail of the situation.

The fragment that had returned.

Dante’s condition.

The battlefield.

Then he spoke.

His voice came out low.

Controlled.

Sharp as a blade.

"Pathetic."

The silence that followed was heavy.

Dante blinked twice. His smile slowly returned to his face.

But this time there was something different behind it.

Something far more dangerous.

"Oh..."

He cracked his neck again as the energy around his body began to grow once more.

"So you’re back."

His eyes gleamed.

"Great."

The Rebellion sword appeared in his hand in a red flash.

"Now I can kill you properly this time."