My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 670: Space-Time Interference

Vergil remained motionless for a few seconds after Seris's last sentence.

The silence wasn't empty—it was dense. Heavy. Laden with something that made the very air seem to hesitate before moving.

"No," he repeated, now with more weight. It wasn't a request. It was a statement.

Seris raised an eyebrow, but didn't smile this time.

"Vergil…"

He turned completely to her, his eyes already beginning to acquire that cold, deep glint that preceded irreversible decisions.

"She won't participate," he said. "Not in this tournament."

Alice opened her mouth immediately.

"But—!"

"No," he repeated, raising his hand, not aggressively, but with enough authority to make her stop. Vergil then turned to Seris. "You know exactly what this tournament is. It's not a testing ground. It's a political slaughterhouse."

Seris sighed slowly.

"I know," she replied. "But you also know she's not weak."

"That doesn't matter."

Vergil stepped forward. The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

"If she dies there," he said, with a chilling calm, "there will be no more tournament."

Seris narrowed her eyes.

"Vergil…"

"There will be no more rules. There will be no more agreements. There will be no more councils," he continued. "I will ensure that every god who has stepped into that arena dies. One by one. Until the last name is erased from history."

His tone wasn't exalted.

It was factual.

Alice, instead of being frightened… her eyes widened.

Not from fear.

From emotion.

"You…" she put her hands to her chest, her eyes shining. "You would do that… for me?"

Vergil looked at her.

"Without hesitation," he replied.

Alice took a deep breath, as if it were the most beautiful thing she had ever heard.

"That would be… so beautiful," she murmured. "The world ending because you love me too much…"

The silence that followed was absolute.

Vergil froze.

Seris froze.

They both turned slowly to Alice at the same time, with the same expression: a perfect mixture of shock, disbelief, and "where did we go wrong?"

"…What?", Seris said first.

Alice blinked, confused. "What?"

"Alice," Seris spoke slowly, leaning forward slightly, "that wasn't… normal."

"Wasn't it?", she asked genuinely.

Vergil closed his eyes for a full second. He massaged his temple.

"You just said you think the end of the world is beautiful because I love you too much."

Alice thought for a moment.

"When you talk like that…" she tilted her head. "Is it strange?"

Seris sighed dramatically and made an exaggerated pout.

"Oh dear…" she said. "I would end the world if you died."

Vergil turned his face to her slowly.

"You're being very helpful."

Seris shrugged. "I'm being honest."

Vergil looked back at Alice, now with a stern but not harsh expression.

"You can't romanticize this," he said. "It's not love. It's disaster."

Alice frowned slightly.

"But you said you would do it."

"I did," he agreed. "That doesn't make it right. It makes it inevitable."

She remained silent, absorbing it.

Seris crossed her arms.

"Vergil, listen," she said, now more serious. "I wouldn't throw Alice into this if I thought she wouldn't survive."

"That's exactly the problem," he replied. "Surviving isn't enough."

He knelt in front of Alice, getting to her eye level.

"You don't need to prove anything to anyone," he said. "Not to me. Not to the world. Not to cosmic records."

Alice bit her lower lip.

"But I want to fight by your side," she confessed. "I don't want to always be… the one left behind."

Vergil took a deep breath.

"I know," she replied. "And that's why I won't let you go into that hell yet."

She lowered her eyes.

"Don't you trust me?"

The question hit hard.

Vergil closed his eyes for a moment before answering.

"I trust you," he said. "In who you are. In who you can become. That's precisely why… I won't risk you now."

Seris watched silently, evaluating each word.

"Vergil," she said finally, her voice firm but laden with something unspoken, "you can't protect her forever."

"I know," he replied without hesitation. "But today, I can."

Alice took a deep breath.

For a moment, she seemed like just a girl gathering courage. Then, she raised her hand.

The air split.

A magic circle appeared at the tips of his fingers—not a simple arcane diagram, but an absurdly complex construction, formed by overlapping layers of ancient symbols, forgotten runes, and structures that seemed to rewrite themselves. The light wasn't violent; it was silent. Definitive.

Alice's body began to glow.

Runes emerged from her skin as if they had always been there, molding themselves around her arms, legs, and face. It wasn't a forced transformation—it was as if that magic had been part of her since birth.

Vergil narrowed his eyes.

"Alice…?" he began.

She didn't look at him.

"Ancient Magic," she said, in a voice that no longer seemed to belong to a girl. "Birth and End."

The world folded.

Vergil felt reality being ripped from beneath his feet, not violently, but with absolute authority. There was no pain, no impact.

There was only… absence. When he regained consciousness, everything was white.

There was no ground, no sky. No horizon, no shadow. A pure, absolute void, as if that place existed before the very idea of ​​existence.

Vergil looked around slowly.

Above. Below. To the left. To the right.

Nothing.

Then he turned.

And saw.

Alice was sitting on a throne.

It wasn't made of stone, nor of metal—it was made of condensed magic, layers of solid energy intertwined like the roots of an impossible concept. The throne seemed to grow from the void itself, recognizing her as its center.

She didn't look sixteen.

She looked… grown-up.

Erect posture. Serene gaze. Distant expression, laden with a weariness that didn't come from the body, but from the soul. It was still Alice—but not the one he knew.

Vergil let out a slow sigh.

"Why send me to another dimension?" he asked, without raising his voice.

Alice on the throne observed him for a few seconds before answering.

"Because you wouldn't listen to me any other way."

Her voice was calm. Deep. Strangely familiar… and completely different.

She rested her elbow on the arm of the throne.

"I'm not the Alice you know," she said. "I'm probably the result of countless futures of that little girl. Timelines that converged… or collapsed. In the end, it doesn't matter."

Vergil stared at her in silence.

She tilted her head slightly, and for a moment, the gleam in her eyes was exactly the same as the child's who jumped in her arms.

"But you matter."

She rose from the throne.

Each step she took made the void react, as if the white world recognized her presence as a fundamental law.

"Father."

The word echoed.

Vergil felt something stir within him—something ancient, instinctive, that had nothing to do with power or dominance.

An adult woman, with that look, calling him father…

It was strange.

More than that—it was disconcerting.

He accepted Alice as a child calling him that. Even being adopted, even without blood, he had assumed that role. It was natural. Right.

But this…

Vergil took a deep breath, keeping his expression firm.

"This doesn't change anything," he said. "You're still Alice."

She smiled slightly.

A sad smile.

"That's why I needed to talk to you," she replied. "Because in every future where you try to protect me at all costs… something is lost." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

She stopped before him, a few steps away.

"And I came to prevent that."

The void remained silent.

The white void remained still, but something in it seemed… attentive.

Alice took a deep breath before speaking again. There was no haste in her gestures, no hesitation. This wasn't a child improvising difficult words—this was someone who had lived too long.

"You need to let me participate in the tournament," she said directly.

Vergil didn't answer immediately. His red eyes analyzed her with the same surgical coldness with which he faced enemies, but there was something different there. Not hostility. Caution.

"No," she finally answered. Simple. Absolute.

Alice closed her eyes for a moment, as if she had been expecting it.

"If I don't participate…" she began, opening them again, "the end of the world happens."

Silence spread.

Vergil didn't move. He didn't widen his eyes. He didn't show surprise. He only tilted his head slightly.

"The end of the world happens because of a tournament?" he asked. "That's a terrible causal structure."

Alice gave a near smile.

"It's not the tournament," she corrected. "It's what happens without it."

"What changes, then?" Vergil questioned. "What exactly does your being there alter?"

She looked away.

For a moment, the security that surrounded her wavered.

"That…" she said slowly, "I can't say."

Vergil narrowed his eyes.

"Can't… or won't?" "I can't," he repeated firmly. "Not without breaking things that can't be fixed. Not even by you."

He let out a low, irritated sigh.

"You appear out of nowhere, rip me from reality, throw me into a white dimension and ask me to put you in the middle of a divine massacre… based on a vague threat."

Alice stared directly at him.

"Then let me be clear about something I can say."

She took a step forward.

"Father… you will die."

The sentence didn't echo like a dramatic prophecy. It wasn't laden with mysticism. It was stated as a simple fact. Undeniable.

Vergil froze.

For a second—just one—something crossed his expression.

Not fear.

Recognition.

He remained silent for long seconds, his eyes fixed on hers, as if dismantling that information layer by layer.

Then, slowly, a smile appeared on his lips. "I understand."

Alice frowned.

"...Understand what?"

Vergil took a step forward, approaching her until they were only inches apart.

"It was you," he said, with frightening calmness. "Wasn't it?"

Alice didn't answer immediately.

Vergil continued, his smile widening slightly.

"You were the one who asked for it." His eyes gleamed. "You were the one who asked me to take care of you when I found you in the underworld."

The emptiness seemed to tremble.

Alice's eyes widened slightly.

Vergil closed his eyes for a moment.

And the memory came.

The smell of sulfur and blood.

The lower underworld, far from the main routes. A forgotten corner, where lesser demons fed on whatever they could crush. He remembered walking aimlessly, irritated by something that no longer mattered…

And then he heard.

Screams.

Not out of pure despair—but from someone trying to resist.

A small girl, twelve years old, covered in bruises, being beaten by creatures who reveled in their own cruelty. Unstable magic seeped from her in uncontrolled bursts, burning the air, but it wasn't enough to save her.

Vergil remembered the silence that followed when he appeared.

The fear etched on the demons' faces.

The dry sound of breaking bones.

And then… her.

The girl who, even hurt, looked him in the eyes without crying.

"Take care of her," she had said. "Please."

Vergil opened his eyes again in the white emptiness.

"You didn't ask for help," he said. "You asked for protection."

Alice took a deep breath.

"Yes," she admitted. "It was me."

She lowered her head for a moment.

"In many futures… you passed me by. Or arrived too late. Or saved me… but left." She looked up again. "That was the only path you stayed on."

Vergil was silent.

Then, slowly, he brought his hand to her head.

The gesture was firm. Protective.

"I hope your plan works," he said. "Daughter."

The word came out effortlessly.

And it carried enough weight to make the entire void tremble.

Alice froze.

Her eyes widened, and for a moment… all that future maturity cracked.

"…You never said that," she murmured.

"I know," he replied. "But it was always true."

She smiled.

Not the confident smile from before. Not the distant smile of the woman who saw futures.

An emotional smile. Almost childlike.

"Thank you."

The space around them began to vibrate. Invisible runes appeared in the air, trembling as if something were trying to force its way in.

Alice took a deep breath, regaining her composure.

"The Administrators are furious," she commented, looking at the nothingness above them. "They don't like it when someone meddles too much with the board."

"I presume they don't like me either, whatever those administrators are," Vergil replied.

She laughed softly.

"Indeed." Then her gaze turned serious. "But time's up."

She raised her face, staring at something Vergil couldn't see.

"He's coming."

"Who?" Vergil asked.

Alice smiled sharply.

"The Dragon of Infinity."

The name stirred something deep within Vergil's perception. Something ancient. Something that wasn't just powerful—it was structural.

"I understand," he said. "And you intend to…?"

"I'm going to kill her," Alice replied casually, as if talking about cleaning a messy room.

Vergil raised an eyebrow.

"Ambitious."

"Necessary."

The void began to unravel. The original reality pulled Vergil back with increasing force.

Alice took a few steps back, already beginning to fade into particles of white light.

"Come back," she said, waving her hand. "I'll wait for you on the other side."

She smiled once more.

"Goodbye, Father."

The white world collapsed, and the moment the white vanished, infinite darkness descended upon the domain, trapping Alice's body.

"You dare to do something so reckless," said the girl with dragon wings, gothic dress, and black hair. "Yog-Sothoth."

"Don't call me that, Ouroboros," Alice replied. "My father named me Alice Lucifer."

"Stop playing games, Yog-Sothoth," Ouroboros said. "I have orders to take you to—"

"That's enough. The Great Red won't tolerate it," Alice said, then sighed. "Go away, parallel existence. If you want to capture me, come personally. Dragon God of Infinity."

Then, with one blow, space swallowed her, killing that girl…

Alice sighed…

"Why is dealing with timelines so frustrating… how many times have I said this today? A million? Damn it, I'm going to have to spend all my energy trying to get him to follow the right route," she said, frustrated.

She looked into the infinite and, again, her domain appeared. Once more, another Vergil emerged.

"Why send me to another dimension?" he asked, without raising his voice.

The Alice on the throne observed him for a few seconds before answering.

"Because you wouldn't listen to me any other way."

The cycle repeated itself.

The little girl would save her father.

Even if it meant rewinding time a billion times.