My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 731: Supreme Magic.

Death has always walked alongside humanity.

From the first moment the first human being opened their eyes to the world, death was already there. Not as a visible enemy, not as a monster that could be fought with swords or magic, but as a silent certainty waiting at the end of every path. It didn’t need to run. It didn’t need to fight. It didn’t need to prove its strength.

Because in the end... everyone would inevitably reach it.

This has always been humanity’s greatest fear.

Not pain.

Not suffering.

Not the difficulties of life.

The true terror has always been the end.

The moment when consciousness disappears. The instant when everything someone was, everything they loved, everything they built, and everything they felt simply ceases to exist. For many, the idea of ​​no longer existing was more terrifying than any war or any demon.

For centuries, humanity has tried to fight this fear.

They created stories about eternal paradises. They invented reincarnations, afterlife, spiritual worlds where souls would continue living. It was a desperate attempt to make the end less absolute.

But deep down...

Everyone knew.

Death was the final limit.

And when someone you love is facing it...

That fear becomes something much worse.

Because suddenly death ceases to be a distant concept.

It becomes something real.

Something present.

Something happening right before your eyes.

That’s exactly what Alice felt.

The portal had closed behind her.

She didn’t know exactly how she had crossed. The magic had reacted to the despair within her heart, opening a temporary passage that launched her directly onto the battlefield.

The air was heavy.

Too heavy.

When her feet touched the destroyed floor of the coliseum, Alice immediately felt the crushing pressure of two monstrous presences colliding somewhere nearby. The demonic energy that saturated the place was so intense it seemed to suffocate the very air.

Sapphire appeared right behind her.

But Alice was already running.

Her heart pounded so hard that each pulse echoed in her ears.

She didn’t want to believe it.

She didn’t want to see it.

But something inside her already knew.

She crossed an entire field of destroyed ruins. Broken columns, fragments of bleachers, and giant craters created by attacks that had occurred just seconds before.

Then she arrived.

And she saw.

The world seemed to stop.

For a moment, Alice couldn’t breathe.

The coliseum practically no longer existed. The battlefield had been reduced to a devastated landscape, marked by giant craters and floating pieces of stone that still trembled in the air due to residual energy.

In the center of that destruction...

Vergil stood.

But something was wrong.

Very wrong. Alice took a step forward without realizing it.

Her heart began to clench.

Because now she could see clearly.

Six swords.

Six golden blades gleamed under the red sky.

Each one radiated an overwhelming sacred energy, so pure that the air around seemed to vibrate in its presence. These weapons were not ordinary. They were ancient artifacts, created with abundant divine magic, legendary weapons destined to slay demonic entities.

And all of them were embedded in Vergil.

One pierced his chest.

Another pierced his shoulder.

Another had pierced his abdomen.

Three others were embedded in different points of his body, each one piercing vital organs with cruel precision.

Blood slowly trickled down the blue demonic armor.

Vergil was still standing.

But his body trembled.

Then he coughed.

A jet of dark blood escaped his mouth and fell onto the broken ground. Alice felt her chest break.

Memories began to surface uncontrollably in her mind.

She remembered the Underworld.

The horrible place where she had grown up.

That dark environment, full of demons who treated humans like disposable toys. She remembered their laughter as they pushed her, as they beat her for pure entertainment.

She was just a child in that place.

Weak.

Alone.

With no one to protect her.

Alice still remembered the moment she was lying on the ground, trying to protect her head with her arms as the blows continued to fall.

She believed that was her life.

That that suffering would never end.

Until the moment he appeared.

Vergil had emerged as a silent presence in the middle of that scene.

Alice remembered the first thing she saw.

A blue sword.

Yamato had moved so fast that the demons attacking her didn’t even realize what was happening. One moment they were laughing. The next, their bodies were lying on the ground.

Alice remembered the silence that followed.

Vergil had looked at her.

That cold look.

Distant.

But not cruel.

He showed no pity.

He said no comforting words.

He simply extended his hand.

And in that moment...

He changed her life.

After that, everything had been different.

Alice found people who liked her.

People who talked to her.

Who laughed with her.

Who treated her as someone important.

She had a place where she could exist.

She had friends.

She had happy moments.

She had a home.

And at the center of it all...

Vergil was always there.

He was never a warm person.

He never showed affection in a common way.

But he was always there.

Always protecting.

Always making sure no one touched her again.

For Alice, that meant everything.

And now...

She was watching him die.

Dante was right in front of him.

His colossal demonic form still radiated monstrous infernal energy. Giant wings spread behind him like a living storm, and the spiritual pressure emanating from his body made the surrounding stones tremble.

His hand gripped Vergil’s head by the hair... Forcing him to keep his face raised... The smile on Dante’s face was wide... Cruel... Triumphant.

"It is..." His voice echoed across the destroyed battlefield. "The last fragment is in my hands."

Vergil coughed up blood again. His body trembled under the weight of the six sacred blades piercing his body.

But he was still standing.

"Hahaha!" Dante laughed disdainfully, released Vergil’s head, and slowly turned his face away.

His eyes met two figures in the distance.

Alice and Sapphire.

His smile widened.

He slowly raised his hand.

And pointed directly at Sapphire.

"You’re next." His voice was calm.

Almost amused. And in that instant... Alice lost control.

Alice felt the whole world crumbling, her entire heart obliterated in a single blow at the sight... The man of her life, the person she loved most in this world, her savior, mentor, father figure... Was... Dead?

The world seemed to shatter inside Alice’s mind.

For a moment, there was no sound.

No movement.

No thought.

All that existed was that image etched before her eyes.

Vergil.

Standing.

Momentary.

Six golden swords piercing his body as if they were stakes of divine judgment. The sacred energy radiating from them continued to slowly burn away her demonic flesh, releasing small sparks of golden light that evaporated into the air like ashes from a bonfire.

The blood continued to flow.

Slowly.

Heavily.

Each drop that fell seemed to echo within Alice’s mind like a hammer blow.

She couldn’t breathe.

Her entire body trembled.

Her heart beat so fast it felt like it was about to explode inside her chest.

"No..."

The word came out weakly.

So low it almost didn’t exist.

Her eyes were wide.

Fixed.

Unable to look away from that scene.

"No..."

This time it came out a little louder.

Her vision began to blur.

Tears came before she even realized it.

Her body took a step forward automatically, as if her mind were trying to deny what it was seeing.

"No..."

Then something inside her broke.

Completely.

The scream that escaped her throat tore through the battlefield.

"NOOOOO!!"

The voice echoed through the destroyed coliseum like thunder.

And at that exact instant...

Something awakened.

It wasn’t just emotion.

It wasn’t just pain.

It was mana.

An absurd amount of mana began to explode from within Alice’s body as if an entire dam had been destroyed within her soul.

The ground beneath her feet cracked immediately.

Stones began to vibrate.

Fragments of the coliseum scattered across the field began to levitate slowly.

The very atmosphere around her distorted.

Sapphire felt it first.

She was right behind Alice, but suddenly her entire body stiffened. Her eyes widened slightly as she felt the magical pressure surge so violently that it felt like a spiritual earthquake.

"Alice...?"

But Alice wasn’t listening anymore.

Her mind was breaking.

Memories exploded uncontrollably inside her head.

The Underworld.

The demons.

The fear.

The cold.

The pain.

The loneliness.

Then Vergil.

The outstretched hand.

The blue sword.

That cold gaze that, for the first time, didn’t treat her as something worthless.

That moment had changed everything.

And now...

He was dying.

The mana inside Alice exploded again.

An invisible wave of energy expanded around her with such force that the ground opened up in dozens of new cracks. Giant fragments of stone began to rise into the air as if gravity had stopped working.

The wind disappeared.

The air became heavy.

Thick.

As if space itself were being compressed by the force that was being born there.

Sapphire instinctively took a step back.

Her eyes were now wide open.

She knew Alice’s power.

But this...

This was different.

It was much bigger.

Much more brutal.

Much more dangerous.

"Alice... stop!"

But Alice couldn’t stop.

Her whole body was trembling.

Tears kept streaming down her face as her mana continued to expand uncontrollably.

On the other side of the battlefield, Dante noticed.

He had started walking towards Sapphire when the energy explosion occurred.

His step stopped mid-movement.

The demonic creature slowly turned its head.

Its monstrous eyes met Alice’s in the distance.

For a moment...

He said nothing.

The energy emanating from her body began to grow even more.

The stones on the ground began to crack on their own.

The air around Alice began to emit small electrical crackles as particles of condensed mana appeared like tiny blue stars spinning around her.

Her hair began to float.

The spiritual pressure emanating from her was now visible.

Dante tilted his head slightly.

Intrigued.

But then...

He felt it.

Something within that explosion of mana wasn’t just energy.

It was instinct.

It was fury.

It was absolute despair transformed into raw power.

The smile on Dante’s face diminished slightly.

"Hmm."

The demonic creature murmured.

Sapphire felt a chill run down her spine.

Because she realized something terrifying in that instant.

Alice wasn’t just releasing mana.

She was breaking her own limits.

Forcing her own existence beyond what her body should endure.

The energy began to concentrate around her in violent spirals.

Small, magical lightning bolts began to leap between the floating fragments of stone.

The very light around them seemed to bend.

Sapphire took another step back.

Now even she was feeling something akin to fear.

"Alice..."

But Alice finally lifted her face.

Her eyes were glowing.

Not with tears.

But with pure mana.

Two streams of blue energy streamed from her eyes like luminous tears.

Her gaze was completely broken.

She no longer looked like a girl.

She looked like a calamity about to be born.

The mana exploded once more.

This time with such force that a shockwave swept across the entire battlefield, pushing dust, rocks, and fragments of ruin away in all directions.

Even Dante was forced to raise an arm slightly to block the violent wind that surged forth.

Sapphire stood completely still.

She had seen monsters before. She had seen gods before.

She had seen absurdly powerful demonic entities before.

But this...

This was different.

Because this power was born from something far more dangerous.

A broken heart.

Alice took a step forward.

The ground sank beneath her foot.

The mana around her roared like an invisible hurricane.

Her voice came out low.

Trembling.

But charged with an intensity that made even the air vibrate.

"...You..."

Dante watched silently now.

Alice lifted her head completely.

Her eyes burned.

"...no..."

The energy continued to increase.

"...go..."

Even Sapphire felt the pressure tighten in her lungs.

Alice finally screamed.

"TOUCH HIM!"

The explosion of mana that erupted from her body at that moment was so violent that even Dante smiled again.

"Well, we have something interesting..." He couldn’t even finish speaking before billions of magic circles appeared.

Not one, a thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, a hundred million... There were billions and billions of magic circles. That world sustained by divinity, created specifically for the Celestial Tournament... That entire world was consumed by magic, and now...

"No..." Seris spoke, looking at the heavens after evacuating a large part of the remaining gods... "This is..."

Alice’s original magic, the "Gate of Babylon." It’s an imaginary world where all her knowledge was condensed and used as a vault; that world she created is her inner world, where all her techniques and knowledge were added... But the Gate of Babylon isn’t her only original magic... There’s... Akasha, an ability that functions as a condenser, separator, and creator of abilities... Something she would never use because it’s too complex for a 13-year-old girl...

Seris looked at those demonic magic circles, which began to move... "Supreme... Magic..." she said, her eyes wide and almost bulging...

Alice simply waved her hand, and half of that world was consumed to become mana; the skies began to crack as Dante realized...

He provoked something very large.

"Supreme Magic *@##@#*" Alice spoke in a completely different language.