My Wives are Beautiful Demons Chapter 737: Dimensional Rift

The na echoed in that space like sothing that shouldn’t exist, like a word too ancient to be uttered in a world as silent as that one. "Ophis." There was no sonic impact, no reverberation... but still, the environnt itself seed to react to that simple introduction, as if recognizing sothing primordial.

Vergil didn’t respond imdiately.

His eyes remained fixed on her, now with a completely different kind of attention than before. This was no longer just a strange presence. It was no longer a curious anomaly. There was weight in that na.

There was history.

And there was... danger.

"Ophis..." he repeated slowly, as if testing the sound in his own mind, trying to fit that existence into everything he had learned throughout his life.

It was... sothing beyond those classifications.

His eyes then moved again, turning to the colossal creature erging from the dinsional rift. The space around her wasn’t just being distorted... it was being rejected. As if that world wasn’t capable of containing her completely.

The dragon kept erging.

Scales as red as ancient blood glead under the nonexistent light of that void, each reflecting distorted shades of space itself. Its eyes were vast, deep, carrying an overwhelming awareness that seed to observe not only the present... but everything around it.

"Great Red..." he murmured, almost to himself, rembering Ophis’s words, slowly connecting the pieces. His gaze narrowed. "So this is the kind of existence you consider an enemy."

Ophis didn’t answer imdiately.

Her eyes, once completely apathetic, were now fixed on the dragon with a subtle but extrely dense intensity. There was no explosive hatred, no uncontrolled fury... just a silent pressure.

But this pressure...

It was more terrifying than any war cry.

"He stole from ," she said simply.

"Stole what?" Vergil asked, without taking his eyes off the colossal creature that still fully manifested in that space.

"My silence... the silence of my ho..."

His eyes moved slightly, turning to Ophis for a brief second, analyzing that small, seemingly fragile figure, completely out of place in that reality... and yet, facing sothing of that magnitude.

"So you want to kill him for this?" he asked, his voice now lower, more serious.

Ophis tilted his head slightly. "Yes."

Vergil let out a small sigh through his nose.

"To the point... I respect that." He then stood up slowly.

His body still felt strange, too light, as if not completely grounded in that reality. But still, he stood, standing beside Ophis, his eyes fixed on the dragon.

"Interesting..." he murmured. "Even dead... I still find things that make sense."

Ophis looked at him for a brief mont. "You’re not dead."

Vergil frowned slightly. "...No?"

"You’re in the dinsional rift... that place is where nothingness exists, where infinity and dreams intersect. You’re not dead." Ophis finished.

Vergil remained silent for a few monts after hearing those words, not for lack of response, but because his mind was already working on its own, connecting possibilities, reconstructing events, analyzing every detail that had led him there. His eyes shifted from Ophis and rose again to that nonexistent sky, where impossible colors continued to move as if they were loose thoughts from so higher consciousness.

"The dinsional rift..." he murmured to himself, his voice low, almost distant, as if he were speaking more to his own logic than to anything else. "The ’in-between’... a point of intersection... a space that belongs nowhere."

He slowly placed his hand on his chest.

There was no pain.

There was no injury.

But he rembered.

He rembered the blow.

The impact.

That final mont when everything simply... stopped.

His fingers closed slightly.

"So... how did I end up here?"

The question ca out more as a verbalized thought than a direct question. He didn’t look at Ophis when he said it. He didn’t seem to expect an answer.

And yet... she answered.

"Probably... you didn’t co."

Vergil frowned slightly, turning his face just enough to look at her sideways.

"...Explain."

Ophis continued to stare into the void above them, as if observing sothing far beyond what the eyes could perceive.

"Only your mind is here."

The answer ca simply.

Directly.

Without any attempt to soften the concept.

"Your body..." she paused briefly, as if searching for the right word, or perhaps as if the word itself didn’t matter, "...must be sealed sowhere."

Vergil fell silent.

This ti, a deeper silence.

Heavier.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he absorbed the information, turning the implications within his mind like pieces of a complex puzzle.

"Sealed..." he repeated, once more to himself.

It made sense.

In an uncomfortable way... but it did.

He didn’t feel the total disconnection of death.

There wasn’t that absolute void.

There wasn’t the end.

There was... continuity.

Fragnted.

But still, continuity.

"So I didn’t die..." he concluded slowly.

Ophis tilted her head slightly.

"You died."

Vergil stared directly at her now.

"Make up your mind."

She blinked once.

"Your body died."

A brief pause.

"Your consciousness didn’t."

Silence returned.

But this ti... it wasn’t confusion.

It was gradual understanding.

Vergil brought his hand to his face, partially covering his eyes as he let out a small sigh, almost like a stifled laugh.

"Hah..." the sound escaped softly. "What an inconvenient state."

He lowered his hand again, his eyes now more focused, clearer.

"So this is... what? A holding point? A space between destruction and... whatever cos after?"

Ophis didn’t answer imdiately.

She only slightly raised her gaze, staring at that "sky" that wasn’t a sky.

"The Dinsional Gap..."

Her voice ca out low.

But there was sothing different about her now.

Sothing almost... descriptive.

"It’s not a place."

Vergil frowned again.

"No?"

"It’s an in-between."

She continued.

"It doesn’t belong to any world... but it connects them all."

Her eyes remained fixed on the infinite as she spoke, as if describing sothing that didn’t need to be seen, only understood.

"Everything passes through here."

A pause.

"Dreams... thoughts... fragnts... broken realities... dinsions that never touched... and those that already collided."

Vergil listened in silence.

Attentive.

Absorbing every word.

"It’s what exists..." she finished, "...between worlds."

The nonexistent wind seed to move for an instant.

Or perhaps it was just Vergil’s perception adjusting to that new understanding.

His eyes returned to the colossal dragon in the distance, still present, still overwhelming, still... real.

"So this..." he began, his voice lower now, "...isn’t an illusion."

"No."

"Nor a dream."

"No."

"Nor the afterlife."

"No."

Vergil exhaled slowly.

"So I’m stuck... at a point where everything exists... but nothing truly belongs."

Ophis didn’t answer this ti.

But her silence... was confirmation enough.

Vergil closed his eyes for a brief mont.

Organizing.

Evaluating.

Accepting.

And then... he opened them again.

"Hm."

A small smile appeared on his face.

It wasn’t one of relief.

Nor of happiness.

It was... interest.

"So there’s still a variable."

He looked at Ophis again.

"If my mind is here... and my body is ’sealed’... that ans there’s a connection."

Ophis turned her face slightly towards him.

"Yes."

"And connections..." Vergil continued, his voice gaining a slight strategic weight, "...can be manipulated."

Ophis watched him silently.

For a few seconds.

"Perhaps."

Vergil chuckled softly through his nose.

"’Perhaps’ is enough."

His eyes then returned to the Great Red.

That colossal presence.

That absurd existence.

That... problem.

"And anwhile..." he murmured, "...I’m stuck here... with you... and with that thing."

Ophis followed his gaze.

His eyes returned to the dragon.

"Yes."

Vergil crossed his arms slowly.

"Interesting."

A short pause.

"So this isn’t just an accident... it’s an intersection."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"And if I’m here... at the mont you’re here... and he’s here too..."

He didn’t finish the sentence.

He didn’t need to.

Ophis understood.

"It’s not a coincidence."

She said.

Simply.

Vergil smiled slightly.

"I figured."

Silence fell again.

But this ti...

It wasn’t emptiness.

It was... preparation.

Because now, Vergil understood.

This wasn’t the end.

Nor a rest.

Nor a mistake.

It was... a point.

A crossroads.

Where sothing bigger was about to happen.

And, for the first ti since his "death"...

He wasn’t just reacting.

He was thinking about the next move.

The silence of the Lacuna didn’t last forever.

Because, while consciousnesses t at that impossible point between worlds... reality, elsewhere, continued to move.

And in the coliseum...

It had exploded.

The air trembled.

Not as a result of physical impact... but as if existence itself were being compressed, distorted, forced to accept sothing that simply shouldn’t exist. The cracks in the ground were no longer just structural damage—they were scars, black lines spreading like veins, pulsing with an unstable and violent energy.

The sky above... was no longer a sky.

It was a tear.

An open abyss, where light and darkness mixed unnaturally, slowly spinning like a vortex trying to swallow everything around it.

And at the center of it all...

He was.

Dante.

But... not as before.

His body wasn’t just stronger.

It was... different.

His presence overwheld the environnt in a completely different way than before. It wasn’t just demonic power, nor just divine energy... it was sothing hybrid, unstable, dangerous—like two opposing forces coexisting without canceling each other out.

His hair, once completely white, was now divided. Half remained pure white, almost ethereal... while the other half was as black as the deepest void, creating a contrast that seed to reflect exactly what he had beco.

His eyes...

One red.

The other black.

Both carrying sothing that was no longer human.

Nor demonic.

Nor divine.

It was... beyond.

And then... his wings opened.

Six.

Four of them white, wide, luminous, emanating an energy reminiscent of sothing celestial, almost sacred.

And two black.

Dense.

Heavy.

As if carrying the very weight of destruction.

When they fully expanded... the impact was imdiate. The air around them simply gave way.

An invisible wave swept through the entire coliseum, destroying what little remained of its intact structure, raising dust, fragnts, energy... everything being pushed away from it.

Silence.

For a single second.

And then...

Lilith spoke.

She stood a few ters away, her eyes fixed on that new form, her expression... not one of anger.

Nor of surprise.

It was... understanding.

Cold.

Direct.

"We’re screwed."