My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The silence stretched across the coliseum like a veil, heavy and dense. Not even the boldest of the demons in the stands dared to whisper. The six hundred thousand present stood frozen, as if the mere sound of their breathing could be interpreted as a provocation by the two entities who now faced each other in the center of the arena.

Raphaeline, enveloped in an intense crimson aura, looked more like a goddess of war than a simple queen.

Her elegant, deadly trained body stood erect, wielding her blood sword with an almost provocative lightness, as if challenging Cabernet to make the first move.

The living blade pulsed in his grip like an extension of his will, molded directly from his real blood - concentrated, sharp and with a consciousness of its own. His violet eyes stared at Cabernet with implacable focus, without a trace of hesitation. There was no mother, wife or noblewoman. There was only the warrior.

Cabernet, for her part, stood on the other side like a pillar of the end.

Her body was shrouded in a purple and scarlet mist, particles of energy of destruction swirling around her like stardust on the verge of collapse.

His red hair flared upwards, fluttering like the living tongues of a private hell. Her eyes glowed with an ancient, destructive and absolute power. She wielded a black sword with an invisible edge - a weapon forged in pure annihilation, which cut not matter, but existence.

The tension between the two was almost unbearable, like the instant before lightning strikes the ground.

Raphaeline was the first to move. In an instant, her body disappeared into the mist of the coliseum, appearing just in front of Cabernet with a downward slash so fast that the sound only came afterwards - a roar like thunder inside the soul.

Cabernet raised her sword and defended, the impact between the blades creating a shockwave so intense that the sand and stones of the arena flew like shrapnel.

Without saying a word, the two began a dance of death.

Slashes came from all angles, blocks followed one another with millimeter precision, and each missed blow was punished with a devastating counterattack.

Raphaeline's blood sword whistled, vibrating with the concentrated power of her bloodline, molding and stretching into impossible shapes, piercing space like a living dagger.

Cabernet, on the other hand, was smiling, taking advantage of every moment, every attempted blow, to destroy the air around him, turning the field around him into a sea of emptiness, where nothing could remain intact.

Raphaeline's brutal advance took her sword through a horizontal arc, which tore through three pillars of the coliseum in the background.

Cabernet retreated with an easy step, spinning his blade and unleashing a sphere of destruction that expanded into a force field. When it hit the ground, the impact erased the ground beneath them for dozens of meters, revealing pulsating magma beneath the coliseum.

Raphaeline leapt over the explosion, shaping momentary wings of solid blood to carry her above the scarlet cloud of destruction.

From above, she raised her hands and, with a gesture, dozens of swords formed from her blood projected around her, like meteors ready to fall. With a flick of her finger, they plummeted towards Cabernet, each one impregnated with curses, seals and murderous runes.

Cabernet didn't move.

She spun on the spot and simply raised her sword to the sky. Around her, the air began to disappear.

The blood swords, one by one, began to crumble before touching the ground, turning into red dust. Those that made it through fell at oblique angles, but were stopped by an invisible wall made of their own destruction.

Raphaeline fell behind the attack, her feet cracking the ground beneath her, creating fissures like dying tree roots.

"Are you testing me, Cabernet?" her voice was as cold as metal, but her eyes burned.

"If you can't stand it... "replied Cabernet with a pale smile. "It means I was right, don't you think?"

And then all hell broke loose. Cabernet ran without letting Raphaeline answer her.

The sound of his advance was like thunder crashing from above, but his movement was as graceful as an infernal dancer. With a single swing of her sword, she traced an invisible arc in the air, and a blast of destruction launched itself like a horizontal guillotine.

'Idiot' Raphaeline moved in response, spinning with the blood blade that extended like a whip, intercepting the blow with a blast of energy that cracked the barrier erected by Sapphire at the top of the arena.

The audience screamed.

The barriers adjusted automatically, black lines reinforcing each other as the demons in the stands tried not to be disintegrated just by the presence of the combat.

Raphaeline approached like a comet, her sword multiplying into a thousand simultaneous slashes. Cabernet countered with the elegance of a courtesan and the fury of an ancient demon, blocking with his sword and parrying with his palm what he couldn't avoid.

The battlefield slowly began to give way, as if reality was beginning to understand that it could no longer contain these two creatures.

Cabernet leapt, spinning in the air and releasing a whirlwind of destruction in the shape of a black lotus, which engulfed everything around it in darkness. Raphaeline raised a wall of solidified blood, which absorbed part of the impact, but she was still thrown dozens of meters backwards, where she collided with a stone arch that collapsed under her weight.

She emerged from the rubble with her face smeared with blood, but smiling. And then she pulled out the real blade.

From her own chest, Raphaeline extracted a sword made from her core. A living, throbbing weapon that fed on the very essence of her blood... "Minazuki".

The presence of the sword changed everything. The coliseum groaned, spectators fainted or bled from their eyes. Even Cabernet stopped for a second.

With a light movement, Raphaeline slashed the ground in front of her. There was no sound. There was no impact. But the ground split, a smooth cut, as if the world had been divided by a sewing thread. Cabernet raised his eyebrows.

"Oh... you brought her..." Cabernet looked up, smiling... "Do you dare use that skill again, Raphaeline?" She asked, pausing as she pointed her sword towards the center of Raphaeline's head.

"Really... it's been a while since I've had to use my Minazuki. Get ready, playtime is over." Raphaeline said.

Cabernet was about to say something, but.... Raphaeline stepped forward. And then the world exploded as she appeared in front of Cabernet.

Each blow was accompanied by dozens of secondary cuts, echoes of the divine blade that vibrated through existence, tearing through layers of space and time.

Cabernet was being pushed, but responded with destruction so absolute that even the dimensional cuts were being undone.

When Cabernet's sword touched anything, it ceased to exist. Stone, magic, light - everything was nullified, sucked into a vacuum that not even hell would dare fill.

They exchanged blows in the air, on the ground, above the clouds. Sapphire's barrier had already changed color three times and was shaking.

Vergil watched in silence, arms crossed, a grave expression in his eyes.

Roxanne was already eating another piece of cake.

Ada was jumping around like a child with the poster in her hands.

Stella laughed discreetly.

Sapphire, however, was beginning to sweat. She hadn't seen anything like this in ages. And even she didn't know who would make it out alive.

Finally, Raphaeline managed to break through Cabernet's defense. A direct hit to his flank sent dark blood flying.

But Cabernet reciprocated in the same instant, a horizontal slash of pure destruction running through Raphaeline's body - who almost lost half her chest in the process.

They both fell back with difficulty. Raphaeline was panting, blood dripping from her fingers into the open wound. Cabernet, meanwhile, was pressing down on the side of her body where the blade of blood had pierced, staining the black armor with a dark, thick hue, almost like cosmic oil.

The arena was completely unrecognizable. Where once there had been black marble and arcane inscriptions, now lay a boiling crater. Rocks floated suspended in the air, wrapped in gravitational instabilities generated by the excess of residual magic. Every breath of wind brought not dust, but shards of pure energy, which sparked and shattered before touching the ground.

Raphaeline stood up slowly, the blood wings emerging from her back again. But this time they weren't beautiful or symmetrical. They were broken, flickering. Still, she opened them proudly.

"Cabernet..." she said, with a crooked smile. "Do you know why I've never lost a war?"

Cabernet arched an eyebrow, still standing despite the blood dripping from his waist. "Because you're too stubborn to die?"

Raphaeline laughed, spitting blood. "Also... But it's because I'm fighting for something bigger than myself. That's why... Minazuki still listens to me."

She raised her sword one last time, and the blade pulsed with an intensity never seen before. The skies above the arena began to open up, revealing something that wasn't space, but a veil of ancient blood, as dense as a vertical ocean.

From the fabric of the sky, crimson chains began to fall, attached to the hilt of Raphaeline's sword as if she were pulling on the very soul of the world. Each chain trapped a part of the air, the ground, the energy... immobilizing whatever was possible.

It was the "Crimson Closing", Raphaeline's ultimate technique, capable of sealing entire realities through blood. The ultimate celestial currency. Blood.

Cabernet watched in silence. And then... he smiled.

"I've always wanted to see this with my own eyes." She then raised her own sword and drove it into the ground. The destruction spread like a virus - fast, invisible, destructive. The chains began to unravel before they could take hold.

Part of the blood-sky was absorbed by Cabernet's blade, which now pulsed in a dark, hungry tone.

"But now... you'll see mine." With a snap of his fingers, Cabernet activated his true power: Supreme Entropy.

Everything in the coliseum began to age. The stones crumbled, the energy faded, the flames were extinguished without oxygen. Even the light hesitated to shine there. Time seemed distorted, dragging itself around her, as if refusing to touch her existence. It was the antithesis of creation.

Cabernet became a vortex of the end - not just destruction of matter, but of concept.

"Do you intend to undo my technique... with the end of time?" Raphaeline asked, almost in reverence.

"I intend to undo everything. Including you." Cabernet spoke before raising her sword to the sky. "You started this shit." She said nervously. She said nervously. "Now stand the end of time falling on you." She paused briefly before a huge wave of energy consumed everything.

Sapphire's barrier turned to dust, disintegrated by a power that transcended even the forces that had created it.

"Maximum Technique: Destruction of the World!" intoned Cabernet, her voice filled with a serene, apocalyptic fury.

The sky of hell was dyed an absolute black, a pitch that swallowed up stars, light, sound - even hope seemed to falter in the face of it. The flames of the underworld were swallowed up by shadows that not only covered, but consumed. The ground crackled, the mountains wept. Everything trembled under the weight of the sentence Cabernet had just handed down. His eyes, two crimson moons, were locked on Raphaeline, thirsting for the end.

But before devastation descended on everything, a second voice tore through reality with divine calm:

"Ultimate Technique: Reincarnation of Heavenly Blood." declared Raphaeline, her hand outstretched, her hair floating in a scarlet whirlwind.

Time shuddered.

And then... it stopped.

The demonic world froze. The rivers of lava ceased. The wind currents stagnated. No sound, no movement, not even the idea of existence seemed to dare to advance.

It was as if hell itself was holding its breath.