My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Chapter 816: The multiple extermination of all Sins.

The next impact was so violent that the entire structure of the chamber trembled.This time, calling it a tremor would be a ridiculous understatement.

It wasn’t an earthquake.

It wasn’t a simple instability of the Abyss.

It was destruction.

Pure, senseless destruction sweeping across dozens of floors simultaneously.

The walls vibrated constantly. Fragments of stone plummeted from the ceiling. The runes scattered throughout the fortress flickered erratically while the structure itself seemed to struggle to remain intact.

The most terrifying thing, however, wasn’t the destruction.

It was the Abyss’s own reaction.

The entire place seemed to be trying to retreat.

As if something were descending from its depths and even that cursed dimension didn’t know how to deal with its presence.

Everyone felt it.

Without exception.

Fear.

True fear.

Not worry.

Not caution.

Fear.

Greed was the first to verbalize it. Her voice was much less firm than it had been a few minutes before.

Much less confident.

Much less controlled.

"Who the hell is doing this?"

The mere fact that she had asked that question said it all.

Her hands trembled.

Her body trembled.

She was trying to hide it.

But she couldn’t.

Sepphirothy watched the scene and her smile widened.

Slightly.

Then a little more.

And a little more.

It was simply wonderful.

"Are you afraid?"

Avarice turned her head immediately.

"Shut up."

The answer came quickly.

Irritated.

But not firm.

There was no strength in her.

Sepphirothy realized this immediately.

"Oh, poor thing."

Her tone became even more provocative.

"She’s trembling all over."

She tilted her head slightly.

"You’re going to wet yourself in those awful clothes soon."

Avarice’s expression immediately contorted with anger.

"What did you—"

BOOOOOOOOOM!!!

The explosion interrupted the sentence.

The entire chamber shook violently.

This time one of the columns simply collapsed.

Gigantic stones plummeted from the ceiling while cracks ripped across the floor in various directions.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Because everyone was busy trying to stay upright.

Sloth slowly raised his head.

Something that, in itself, already demonstrated how absurd the situation had become.

Normally he would ignore anything.

But now even he seemed uneasy.

"They’re..."

He paused.

"...breaking the floors?"

The silence that followed was uncomfortable.

Because no one could answer.

Because that hypothesis made sense.

And that was terrifying.

The Abyss had over a hundred levels.

Each layer was practically an isolated world.

Crossing them was already difficult.

Destroying them was another story.

But this...

This seemed exactly like what was happening.

While the Sins tried to understand the situation, Sephirothy remained completely relaxed.

Still trapped.

Still wounded.

Still chained.

But relaxed.

Because she knew.

Every second wasted in that discussion was another second that brought Vergil closer.

Every second of indecision was another level destroyed.

Another barrier eliminated.

Another step towards that place.

If someone could observe the path of destruction left behind, they would realize that he had already crossed a good part of the Abyss.

At that moment, she was probably already near the eighty-ninth floor.

Only a few levels left.

Very few.

And that made the situation even more amusing.

Victoria noticed Sepphirothy’s smile.

And she hated it.

She hated it deeply.

While everyone else showed growing concern, that woman continued to smile.

As if she knew something they didn’t.

As if she already knew the outcome.

As if victory were inevitable.

That was enough.

Victoria advanced.

A sword appeared in her hand as she walked directly towards the prisoner.

The murderous intent was evident.

Sepphirothy didn’t even blink.

But before Victoria could get closer, another voice echoed through the room.

"Hey!"

Avarice practically shouted.

"Don’t do it!"

Victoria stopped.

But only for a moment.

"What?"

Avarice immediately pointed at Sephirothy.

"We need her for the ritual."

"Shut up."

Victoria continued advancing.

"She orchestrated this situation for us."

Her voice carried growing irritation.

"Let’s kill her and get out of here."

"Not a chance."

Greed replied immediately.

"Have you gone mad?"

Victoria finally turned to her.

"And you think I didn’t notice?"

Her gaze swept over everyone present.

"She’s too calm."

No one answered.

Because it was true.

Victoria continued.

"Do you really believe she’ll just stand there when it gets here?"

Silence remained.

"She’s stronger than most of us."

Her voice became even more serious.

"We only managed to defeat her because we are the Seven Deadly Sins."

This time no one objected.

Because that was also true.

It was then that Envy spoke for the first time since the beginning of the chaos.

Her voice remained cold.

Controlled.

Calculating.

"She’s right."

Everyone turned their attention to her.

Envy crossed her arms.

"Kill them both."

Her gaze swept over Sapphire.

Then over Sepphirothy.

"We’ve got the Knights."

She then turned her attention to the others.

"We don’t need them."

Silence returned.

Then she concluded:

"We only need the Authorities."

Another explosion pierced the structure.

But this time, it didn’t come from the walls.

It didn’t come from the floors above.

It didn’t come from the corridors.

It came directly upon them.

The entire chamber was engulfed in such a violent roar that space itself seemed to tear open for an instant. The ceiling collapsed. Columns exploded into fragments. The runes scattered throughout the fortress simply ceased to exist when a colossal mass crashed through dozens of meters of rock and fell into the center of the hall.

The impact was so absurd that a shockwave swept through the entire area.

Greed was thrown against a wall.

Victoria lost her balance.

Gluttony was forced to take several steps back.

Even Sloth stood up completely.

For a few seconds, no one could comprehend what had happened.

Dust filled the air.

Fragments of stone continued to fall from the destroyed ceiling.

The entire floor had sunk several meters.

Then something began to emerge from that cloud of destruction.

First came the eyes.

Thousands of them.

Purple.

Observing all directions simultaneously.

Then came the black flames.

Then the wings.

Gigantic.

Monstrous.

Covered in demonic energy and currents of death.

The dragon slowly raised its head.

Its mere presence made the air heavy.

The smaller creatures present in the fortress began to die instantly simply from being too close.

No wounds.

No attacks.

They simply fell.

Dead.

The Seven Deadly Sins stood motionless.

Because they immediately understood one thing.

This was no ordinary dragon.

It wasn’t even a dragon.

It was a familiar.

A familiar of Death itself.

The silence became absolute.

Then something descended from the creature’s back.

A figure.

Just a figure.

But, the instant its feet touched the ground, the entire environment seemed to sink.

The shadows grew darker.

The flames lost intensity.

The Abyss itself seemed to recede.

Everyone felt exactly the same thing. It wasn’t demonic energy.

It wasn’t celestial power.

It wasn’t murderous intent.

It was something far worse.

It was death.

Absolute death.

Inevitable death.

Death in its purest form.

Greed stared at that figure.

And froze.

Her brain took a few seconds to process it.

Because it didn’t make sense.

It wasn’t possible.

It shouldn’t exist.

Her body began to tremble even more.

"M-Death...?"

Her voice came out faltering.

Weak.

Desperate.

"M-Death?!"

She took a step back.

Then another.

Because the Knight of Death was dead.

Always had been.

He was a lost authority.

An empty space.

A legend buried for ages.

Then how...

How was that standing before her?

The other Sins remained motionless.

Observing.

Trying to understand.

Trying to deny.

But their instincts had already reached the conclusion long before their minds.

The dragon.

The authority.

The presence.

Death.

Everything pointed to the same answer.

Then the figure finally spoke.

Its voice wasn’t loud.

It didn’t need to be.

It traversed the entire chamber effortlessly.

Each word carried a pressure that made the space itself vibrate.

"I am truly blessed."

The blue eyes slowly scanned the hall.

Passing by the Sins.

Passing by the prisoners.

Passing by Sapphire.

Passing by Sepphirothy.

Then returning to those in charge. "To find so quickly those who dared to touch my women."

The silence grew even worse.

Because now they knew.

They knew exactly who stood before them.

Vergil.

But this didn’t just seem like Vergil.

Something had changed.

Something had awakened.

Something that even the Sins couldn’t fully comprehend.

The black flames around him flickered slowly.

The thousands of eyes scattered across Itharine’s body continued to observe everything.

And then Vergil smiled.

It was a small smile.

Cold.

Without any trace of humor.

Without any trace of pity.

A smile that even made Gluttony shudder.

"Congratulations, Seven Deadly Sins."

His voice remained calm.

Controlled.

"Your work was impressive."

No one answered.

No one moved.

Because everyone felt it.

Everyone understood.

That wasn’t ordinary sarcasm.

It was a warning.

Vergil took a step forward.

The pressure increased.

He took another.

It increased again.

"The multiple extermination of all Sins will begin now."

The following silence was terrifying.

Because he didn’t seem to be threatening.

It seemed to be merely announcing something inevitable.

Then he concluded:

"I hope you can endure it."

Victoria was the first to react.

Perhaps instinctively.

Perhaps out of fear.

Perhaps out of sheer despair.

Her energy exploded immediately.

But it was too late.

Much too late.

Vergil disappeared.

There was no displacement.

There was no visible movement.

One instant he was before Itharine.

The next instant he was in front of her.

Victoria couldn’t even comprehend it.

Her vision only registered blue eyes appearing before her.

Then a hand closed around her neck.

The impact shattered the floor.

Cracks ran across the entire chamber.

Victoria was ripped from the ground as if she weighed absolutely nothing.

Her eyes widened.

For the first time since she had become Lust.

She felt terror.

Vergil lifted her slowly.

Effortlessly.

Without emotion.

Without apparent anger.

Which made it all the worse.

Because he seemed completely calm.

His fingers tightened a little more.

Enough to prevent any attempt at speech.

Then he observed her for a few seconds.

Like someone examining something repulsive.

Something that should be removed.

Something that shouldn’t exist.

His voice came out low.

Cold.

Cruelly controlled. "Let’s start with the most disgusting one."