The impact of the blade still reverberated within Vergil’s body when—
He roared.
It wasn’t a human scream.
It wasn’t ordinary pain.
It was sothing deeper.
Ancient.
A sound that seed to emanate not only from his throat, but from every layer of his existence at once, as if his soul, his body, his energy... everything was being torn apart and rebuilt simultaneously, unable to contain what was erging from within him. The roar spread across the battlefield like a living shockwave, traversing space, vibrating in the air, on the ground, in the flas, in the very structure of that unstable dinsion.
His body convulsed.
Violently.
Uncontrollably.
Every muscle contracted and distorted, his veins glowing with a chaotic energy that constantly shifted color, alternating between demonic red, divine gold, and... sothing deeper, sothing dark, ancient... draconic. His spine arched backward with brutal force, as if sothing inside him was trying to force its way out, while his skin cracked in multiple places, releasing bursts of pure energy that caused the surrounding space to collapse and rebuild itself in sequence.
And then—
The world trembled.
But not like before.
Not like when Ifrit had appeared.
This was... worse.
Much worse.
The entire reality began to vibrate as if on the verge of complete rupture, as if that existence had not been made to withstand what was happening there. The ground cracked in impossible patterns, the torn sky oscillated between different dinsional layers, and even the flow of energy around began to collapse, unable to stabilize in the face of that... presence.
Dante stopped.
Completely.
His eyes, still burning from the holy water, fixed on Vergil.
And for the first ti—
He didn’t smile.
His expression changed. Slowly.
Towards sothing... serious.
Sothing... uncomfortable.
"...What the hell... is this...?" he murmured, his voice low, laden with sothing that wasn’t fear... but recognition of real danger.
Agares felt it too.
And this ti—
She didn’t smile.
Her gaze shifted instantly, her expression hardening as her connection to Ifrit vibrated above her, reacting to that growing anomaly that was beginning to distort even the primordial authority of fire.
"This isn’t right..." she murmured, her voice low, but laden with real urgency for the first ti.
She raised her gaze.
Directly at Ifrit.
The colossal entity in the heavens responded imdiately, its magma body writhing as it let out a deep roar, as if it too recognized that this... wasn’t sothing that should exist.
"Get out." Agares ordered, her voice firm, absolute.
There was no resistance. Ifrit simply... retreated.
His body began to dissipate, being pulled back to its original dinsion, the flas gradually diminishing as the sky ceased to be a sea of magma and returned to a more unstable... but still less apocalyptic state.
And then—
Agares took a deep breath.
And his form... changed.
The fire subsided.
The markings disappeared.
His horns receded.
And, slowly...
Sapphire returned.
But her gaze...
Remained serious.
Heavy.
Fixed on Vergil.
In the distance—
Alice moved.
Slightly.
Still in Paimon’s arms, her body weak, almost unconscious... but her lips moved.
A whisper.
Weak.
But laden with sothing impossible to ignore.
"...I did it..."
A pause. Her breath caught for a mont.
"...after seven billion years of trying..."
Her eyes, even half-closed, trembled slightly.
"...I finally did it~..."
And then—
Sephirothy felt it.
Her body... yielded.
Slightly.
As if sothing had been... recognized.
As if the very structure of the world had stopped resisting.
And then—
The sound stopped.
Completely.
The wind ceased.
The energy froze.
Ti... hesitated.
And everyone heard.
A voice.
Not from above.
Nor from below.
But from... everything.
[Confird.]
The voice was female.
But not human.
Cold.
chanical.
Absolute.
Reality itself... was speaking. Everyone froze.
Even Dante.
Even Lilith.
Even Amon.
Because that—
It was the Voice of the World.
[Creating the evolution of the super-species ’Demon’ to ’Demon Lord’ of the individual ’Vergil Lucifer’.]
For a mont—
There was silence.
And then—
[Failure.]
The world trembled again.
But this ti...
In the wrong way.
[Analyzing.]
The voice continued, indifferent, as if processing sothing that shouldn’t exist.
[Incompatible demonoid species. Searching for solutions.]
Reality began to distort around Vergil, as if being rewritten in real ti, invisible lines of existence being erased and recreated in sequence.
[Connecting to the Primordial World Tree. Success.]
A pulse shot through everything.
Sothing... ancient.
Sothing... fundantal.
[’Nephilim’ race being extinguished from the bloodline.]
Sephirothy’s eyes widened slightly.
Lilith... froze.
Dante... felt it.
And Vergil—
Scread again.
[Creating the evolution from super-species ’Demon’ to ’Demon Lord’ of the individual ’Vergil Lucifer’.]
[Pause.]
[Failure.]
This ti—
More violent.
More unstable.
More... impossible.
[Analyzing.]
The world hesitated. Sothing was wrong.
Very wrong.
And then—
[Creating a new race.]
The air grew heavy.
Dense.
Unreal.
[Demon Progenitor status reverting to "Lilith Origin".]
Lilith trembled.
For a mont.
Sothing within her... reacted.
[Creating a new primordial race.]
The space around Vergil began to completely collapse, his form being enveloped by multiple layers of energy that did not belong to the sa plane of existence.
["Nephalem" race being structured~ Acquiring Progenitor status.]
The energy exploded.
But it didn’t stop.
[Error.]
The voice faltered.
For the first ti—
Failed.
[The individual possesses a confird draconic soul. Evolving into a Dragon~]
The world... froze.
Literally. [ERROR!! ERROR!!]
The voice distorted.
Broken.
Repeated.
Like sothing that no longer knew what to do.
Because that...
Shouldn’t be possible.
Vergil wasn’t evolving.
He was—Breaking the system.
The error didn’t disappear.
He... evolved.
The very structure of reality seed to logically collapse as the voice of the world repeated successive failures, like a system that, for the first ti since its creation, couldn’t categorize what was before it. The laws governing existence, evolution, and hierarchy began to overlap, break, and reorganize into increasingly complex patterns, trying to find... an answer.
Vergil continued convulsing.
But now—
It wasn’t just pain.
It was transformation.
His body no longer obeyed any known biological or spiritual logic, alternating between physical and energetic states, its form fragnting and recomposing itself in multiple layers simultaneously, as if it were being recreated... several tis at the sa ti.
And then—
The voice returned.
Different.
More... profound.
[Restructuring paraters.]
The sound was no longer rely chanical.
There was sothing... older behind it.
[Analyzing lineage compatibility.]
The entire world seed to hold its breath.
The energy around Vergil began to stabilize.
Not because it was diminishing—
But because it was being... organized.
[Integrating: Primordial Demonic Essence.]
Lilith’s energy reacted.
Violent.
Recognizing.
[Integrating: Original Angelic Essence.]
Sephirothy’s own sacred rain trembled. As if sothing greater had taken control.
[Integrating: Fragnts of Supre Entity – Lucifer.]
Dante’s eyes widened.
For a second.
A single second—
He understood.
[Integrating: Draconic Core.]
Space... sank.
As if sothing gigantic had just been recognized within a form that simply... couldn’t contain it.
[Data conflict.]
[Pause.]
And then—
Absolute silence.
For an instant...
Nothing existed.
And then—
[Resolution found.]
The voice changed again.
Now... definitive.
[Ineligible for conventional evolution.]
[Incompatible with existing hierarchies.]
[Creating new class of existence.]
The world... responded.
But not as before. Not as an attempt.
But as a decision.
[Creating Primordial Race: "Aethronox"]
The na echoed.
Not just as sound.
But as a concept.
As if that word carried within it a definition that didn’t exist before that mont.
Vergil’s body stopped.
For a second.
And then—
It exploded in light.
Not a single one.
But three.
Red.
Gold.
And a deep black... almost cosmic.
[Definition: Entity of absolute convergence between Heaven, Hell, and Primordial Origin.]
Reality began to stabilize around him, but not through containnt...
But through submission.
[Race "Aethronox" classified as superior to: Angels, Demons, and Nephilim.]
Sephirothy felt it. Deeply.
Sothing inside her... reacted.
Not as conflict.
But as... recognition.
[Status granted: Primordial Progenitor.]
Lilith’s eyes widened.
This ti—
Out of control.
Because that...
Wasn’t just evolution.
It was creation.
[Authority: Ability to generate hybrid lineages between incompatible energies.]
Vergil’s body began to recompose itself.
Slowly.
But now... stable.
[Authority: Absolute resistance to sacred and demonic energy.]
Dante took a step back.
Instinctive.
Without realizing it.
[Authority: Continuous evolutionary adaptation.]
The energy around him no longer exploded.
It... obeyed.
[Conclusion: The individual did not evolve.]
A pause.
Heavy.
Absolute.
And then—
[The individual was rewritten.]
The silence that followed...
Was worse than any explosion.
Because now—
Everything made sense.
And at the sa ti...
Nothing else did.
Vergil’s body slowly rose.
His feet touched the ground.
No sound.
No impact.
His eyes opened.
And within them—
There wasn’t just power.
There was... authority.
Ancient.
Primordial.
And when he breathed—
The world...
Responded.
Vergil didn’t move imdiately.
His body remained erect in the center of that destroyed battlefield, completely still, like a forgotten statue in the middle of an apocalypse that had already surpassed any concept of war. His eyes were closed, his breath... nonexistent. There was no sound coming from him, no visible aura expanding at that instant.
And yet... sothing was profoundly wrong.
The space around him... seed contained.
As if it were holding its breath along with him.
Sapphire—still panting, still with remnants of Agares’ power slowly dissipating from her body—was the first to step forward, her expression now laden with sothing rare: genuine uncertainty.
"What... happened to him...?" her voice ca out lower than usual, almost cautious, as if speaking too loudly might... break sothing.
But she didn’t finish.
The sky answered first.
A rupture.
Not like before.
Not like Ifrit.
This... was different.
A dinsional rift opened above them, tearing the layers of reality as if they were wet paper, revealing sothing beyond... sothing ancient... sothing that didn’t belong to that system.
And then—
He ca.
A colossal body erged from the rift, black scales reflecting an impossible brilliance, as if absorbing the very light around them. Its size couldn’t be accurately asured, because it seed to exist in multiple layers at once, a presence that transcended space and scale. A dragon.
But not just that.
A concept.
An end.
A cycle.
Sephirothy looked.
And for the first ti since returning from Heaven... her eyes wavered.
"...Ouroboros..." she murmured, her voice laden with sothing close to reverence... or fear. "...the Infinite Dragon God..."
Amon didn’t say anything imdiately.
But his body... reacted.
That presence wasn’t sothing he could simply analyze.
It was sothing that... shouldn’t be there.
’What... is such a thing... doing here...?’ the thought passed through his mind, heavy, slow... uncomfortable.
And then—
The dragon roared.
It wasn’t just a sound.
It was a declaration of existence.
The roar pierced everything—space, energy, matter—reverberating directly into the souls of everyone present. The world trembled, not as a reaction... but as an inevitable consequence of sothing that was simply too big to contain.
And at that very instant—
Vergil replied.
His eyes snapped open.
And everything exploded.
An aura.
No.
Sothing beyond that.
A demonic pressure so absurd erupted from his body that the battlefield itself montarily collapsed under its weight. The ground cracked in multiple directions, the air was violently expelled, and the surrounding energy simply... gave way.
Paimon was the first to fall.
Her body instantly lost strength, her eyes rolling back before she could even react, fainting from the impact of that overwhelming presence.
Phenex ca next.
Astaroth.
Seris.
One by one... they simply faded.
Without resistance.
Without a fight.
Amon remained standing.
But... barely. His eyes were wide now, his breathing uneven as he stared at Vergil, feeling that pressure that... surpassed his own.
’...He... overtook ...’ the thought ca dry, heavy... undeniable.
’Only... in the aura...’
Sapphire...
She didn’t move.
She just looked.
And then...
She smiled.
A genuine smile.
Calm.
Almost... relieved.
"Welco back... love." His voice ca out low, but firm, carrying sothing that no battle had managed to break.
And then—
He disappeared.
Without distortion.
Without transition.
Without explanation.
Vergil simply ceased to be where he was.
And in the next instant—
He was there.
In front of her.
His arms enveloped her without hesitation, pulling her into a firm, silent embrace, as if that simple gesture carried more aning than any word could express at that mont.
And then—
Another disappearance.
Another reappearance.
Lilith. He embraced her too.
Without saying anything.
Without needing to.
And then—
Paimon.
Alice.
One by one.
Movents impossible to follow.
Precise.
Instantaneous.
"Sorry for the delay~" his voice ca out softly... almost too normal for soone who had just completely rewritten their own existence.
He knelt down.
Before Alice.
His eyes rested on her for an instant.
And then—
He touched her head.
"Wake up."
It wasn’t a request.
It wasn’t magic.
It was... an order.
And the world obeyed.
All the demonic energy present on that battlefield—residues, fragnts, excess—was instantly drawn towards her, as if summoned by sothing superior. Energy enveloped her body, filling every flaw, healing every wound, restoring everything... completely.
Alice opened her eyes.
She blinked.
And then smiled.
"Thank you..." she murmured, her voice still soft, but now... whole.
Paimon woke up soon after, letting out a small, irritated sigh as she leaned on sothing.
"You made a scene..." she grumbled.
Vergil laughed.
A light sound.
Almost relaxed.
And then he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I’m sorry~"
And then—
The voice returned.
That sa one.
Cold.
Absolute.
Undeniable.
[KING status granted to the entity called "Dante"]
Silence fell.
Heavy.
Vergil raised his gaze slightly.
And then... he smiled.
But it wasn’t a light smile.
It was... sharp.
"It seems that now..." his voice ca out calm, controlled, but laden with an absolute certainty that hadn’t existed before.
"...we are no longer the sa."
His aura changed.
It didn’t explode.
It didn’t expand uncontrollably.
It... focused.
Condensed.
Directed.
Everything that had previously crushed the entire field now turned to a single point.
Dante.
The space around him began to tremble.
Not from instability...
But from pressure.
Vergil took a step forward.
Slow.
Controlled.
Inevitable.
His eyes now fixed on him.
Without unnecessary emotion.
Without haste.
Just... decision.
"I will recover..." he began, his voice low, but laden with a weight that made the very air vibrate. "...so things you stole."
And at that mont—
For the first ti—
Dante didn’t smile imdiately.
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