The atmosphere contrasted almost absurdly with what had happened moments before. There were no vibrating columns, no divine seals reacting under pressure, no crushing weight of presences capable of distorting space itself simply by existing. There was a sofa. A spacious room, illuminated by a steady, neutral light, and the low sound of a television filling the silence with something completely irrelevant—images passing by without importance, distant voices that demanded no attention. And, in the center of it all, Vergil sat.

Relaxed.

One leg resting on the other, his arm resting on the back of the sofa, Yamato present, but silent, as if also at rest. His eyes were fixed on the television, not with real interest, but with that superficial attention of someone who simply... allows something to occupy the space while thinking about other things. His expression was neutral, immutable, as if the fact that he had just killed a goddess and ripped her soul out with his own hands didn’t require any kind of emotional processing.

Behind him—

The atmosphere was different.

"You killed a goddess."

Sepphirothy’s voice cut through the room with a mixture of disbelief and restrained irritation, her arms crossed as she paced back and forth, unable to remain still. There was a restless energy about her, not exactly fear, but that of someone who understood the weight of the implications far better than she would like.

"Again," she added, pausing for a moment and looking directly at Vergil, as if expecting some reaction that simply... didn’t come. "This is the second god. Second. And this time you didn’t just kill her—you stole her soul."

Vergil didn’t answer.

He didn’t even look away from the television.

As if that... wasn’t new.

Sapphire, on the other hand, didn’t share that tension. She was leaning against one of the sides of the room, her body relaxed, a slight smile on her lips, clearly much more comfortable with the situation than anyone else there. Her eyes moved slowly to Sepphirothy, and then she shrugged, as if it were just... obvious.

"It was the best way," she said, her voice light, almost too nonchalant for the subject at hand. "We had a contract. And she wanted freedom~"

The final tone carried a provocative lightness, as if reminding her of something simple, undeniable. There was no moral weight there. There was no doubt. For Sapphire, this wasn’t a problem—it was efficient execution.

Sepphirothy let out a small sound of frustration, running a hand through her hair before turning her face away again, clearly dissatisfied with the casual way this was being handled.

"That doesn’t change the fact that you messed with something that shouldn’t be messed with," she replied, lower now, but still tense. "Do you realize what happens when you remove an entity of that level from the system?"

"I do," Sapphire replied immediately, without hesitation, her smile still present. "And it’s not as dramatic as you’re trying to make it seem."

"It’s not dramatic?" Sepphirothy repeated, incredulous, but before she could continue—

Lilith intervened.

She was further away, but her presence was... heavier. Not in the sense of raw power, but of experience. Of someone who had seen enough not to react impulsively, but also not to ignore obvious risks. Her eyes had been fixed on Vergil from the beginning, observing, assessing, waiting for the right moment to speak.

"If the plan is to reincarnate her as a demon," she said finally, her voice calm but laden with natural authority, "this isn’t going to work~"

The comment cut the flow of the conversation immediately.

Sepphirothy stopped.

Sapphire tilted her head slightly.

And, for the first time—

The three looked at her.

There was a brief silence, not of doubt, but of expectation. Lilith didn’t seem like someone who spoke without reason, and that, in itself, was enough to change the weight of the situation.

Sapphire was the first to react.

And, as expected—

She smiled.

A little longer.

"I’ve already reincarnated a god into a demon," she replied, with an almost irritating confidence, crossing her arms while holding Lilith’s gaze. "That’s easy~"

The answer came too quickly.

Too confidently.

And, precisely because of that—

Lilith didn’t move.

She didn’t react immediately.

She just... observed.

For a second longer than was comfortable.

"You must be talking about that woman I saw the other day in the nearby domains," she said then, finally, tilting her head slightly, as if pulling the information from memory with precision. "Selene, isn’t it?"

Sapphire didn’t respond verbally, but the slight arch of her eyebrow was confirmation enough.

Lilith nodded slowly.

"Yes... that makes sense," she continued, as if organizing her thoughts as she spoke. "She was commanding well. Structured. Stable. An... interesting case."

A brief pause.

And then—

She continued.

But this time, the tone changed.

"Only you two forgot a very important detail."

Silence returned.

But now—

More dense.

"Reincarnated demons use their own bodies," she said, each word placed with surgical precision. "The original structure serves as a base for adaptation. That’s what allows the power to be maintained without collapse."

Sepphirothy frowned slightly.

Sapphire... didn’t respond.

And Vergil—

He continued looking at the television.

As if listening.

But without showing it. "But, in her case..." Lilith continued, now crossing her arms, finally shifting her gaze from Vergil to look directly at Sapphire, "you don’t have a body."

The sentence fell simply.

But heavily.

"You only have Freyja’s soul now."

This time—

No one interrupted.

Because this... wasn’t something that could be ignored.

"Creating a body capable of withstanding divine and demonic energy at the same time..." Lilith continued, her voice remaining calm, but now carrying a much more evident weight, "...is not something you undertake with confidence."

A brief pause.

"It’s a task."

The silence that followed wasn’t one of denial.

Nor of immediate agreement.

It was... calculation.

Sapphire narrowed her eyes slightly, clearly thinking, but without completely losing her smile. Sephirothy looked away, absorbing the information, perhaps recalculating the magnitude of the problem.

And then—

Vergil spoke.

Without taking his eyes off the television.

Without changing position.

"I am a progenitor."

The sentence came simply.

Directly.

Without emphasis.

As if it were... obvious.

"Forgot, old woman?" he added, his tone slightly drier, but still devoid of any effort.

Lilith stopped.

Completely.

Her gaze returned to him.

And this time—

She wasn’t just analyzing.

She was... truly evaluating.

There was a brief silence.

And then—

She smiled.

But it wasn’t a slight smile.

It was... sharp.

"Progenitor?" she repeated slowly, as if testing the weight of the word before returning it.

She took a step forward.

Without haste.

Without averting her gaze.

"You don’t even know what that word means."

The silence that followed that statement wasn’t broken immediately. Lilith’s words lingered in the air like something that didn’t need repetition to maintain its weight, an observation that, in any other context, would demand a response, an explanation... or at least a reaction. But Vergil didn’t move at the same speed as the tension around him grew. He remained exactly as he was, his eyes still fixed on the television, as if giving the moment a calculated space to exist before deciding if it was worth responding to.

And then—

He sighed.

It wasn’t an angry sigh. Nor a heavy one. It was... subtle. Almost inaudible. Like someone who already expected that kind of comment and simply accepted that it was part of the process. His head tilted slightly to the side, his gaze still distant, while a small snap echoed in the room.

His fingers.

The sound was dry. Simple.

But the reaction... wasn’t.

The change began silently, almost imperceptibly at first, like a variation in air pressure that no one there could precisely identify, but that everyone felt at the same time. The energy didn’t explode, didn’t expand chaotically or aggressively—it... emerged. Slowly, like something that had always been there, contained, just waiting for the moment to manifest.

First, came the presence.

A duality.

Not conflicting.

But... coexisting.

The divine energy revealed itself as a clean, structured light, carrying a sense of absolute order, as if each fragment of it knew exactly where it should be, how it should behave, what function it should fulfill. There was no waste, no excess—only precision.

And then—

The other came.

The demonic energy.

Dense. Deep. Not chaotic in the raw sense, but charged with an intensity that didn’t follow the same rules as the previous one. It was fluid, adaptive, alive in a way that didn’t need a rigid structure to exist. Where divine energy imposed order, the demonic... accepted transformation.

And yet—

The two didn’t collide.

They didn’t cancel each other out.

They... intertwined.

As if, at that specific point, those two opposing natures weren’t incompatible, but complementary within a balance that shouldn’t exist.

Sepphirothy stopped walking.

Sapphire slowly uncrossed her arms.

Lilith... didn’t move.

But her eyes—

They fixed on her.

Energy began to concentrate in front of Vergil, not like an explosion, but like a construction. Invisible layers being organized, aligned, molded with absurd precision, as if he were not only releasing power, but... projecting it.

Structure.

Form.

Base.

The air in front of him distorted slightly, not as a rupture, but as an adaptation to what was being created. Divine energy established the limits, the primary structure, the logic of existence. The demonic energy filled, molded, gave malleability to that which could not be too rigid.

And then—

It began to take shape.

First, an outline.

Then, density.

Matter.

Not taken from anywhere.

Not invoked.

But... created.

A body.

Feminine.

Tall.

Imposing.

The skeletal structure emerged first, not as something directly visible, but as a feeling of internal alignment, of perfect proportion being defined even before the flesh existed. Next came the musculature, not exaggerated, but refined, built with a precision that left no room for functional imperfections.

The skin formed soon after, pale, almost luminous under the influence of divine energy, but marked by subtle dark patterns that ran across its surface like veins, constantly reminding of the demonic nature that was now part of it.

The face—

It was the last.

And there was no doubt.

It was her.

Freyja.

But... not completely.

There was resemblance. Identity. Recognition.

But there was also something more.

Something new.

Something... altered.

Her features were more defined, sharper, as if the very structure had been refined into something beyond what it originally was. Her hair fell in soft waves, but with a slightly darker hue, as if carrying a weight that hadn’t existed before.

And then—

The wings.

They didn’t appear dramatically. There was no explosion, no rupture. They just... grew. Two structures extending from her back, formed by an impossible combination of sacred energy and demonic essence, feathers that were neither entirely light nor entirely shadow, but something in between, something that didn’t belong entirely to either side.

They moved slightly.

They breathed.

As if they were already... alive.

The body then stabilized.

The energy ceased.

The environment returned to normal.

And Vergil—

Remained seated.

As if none of it had required any real effort.

"There you go," he said, finally glancing away from the television for a brief moment, just enough to indicate the result before them, before resting his head back on the sofa. Simple.

As if he had just solved something trivial.

He let out another small sigh, this time a little more audible, tilting his head slightly back while closing his eyes for a second.

"You underestimate me too much," he added, with the same calm as always, without any need to reinforce what had already been demonstrated. "Please... trust me more."

The silence that followed was... different.

It wasn’t tension.

Nor doubt.

It was... impact.

Sepphirothy said nothing. Her eyes were fixed on the newly created body, clearly trying to process the ease with which something that should have been extremely complex had been executed without apparent effort.

Sapphire... smiled.

But this time—

Without provocation.

Just... appreciation.

Lilith—

Lilith didn’t speak.

For the first time since the beginning of the conversation— 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

She had no immediate answer.

Her eyes were open a little wider than usual, fixed on that creation, analyzing every detail, every layer, every interaction between the energies that she herself had said were difficult to reconcile.

And yet—

There it was.

Working.

Stable.

Real.

Her mouth opened slightly, as if to say something, but no words came immediately.

Because that—

That wasn’t just a demonstration of power.

It was... a direct correction of what she had stated.

And, for a rare instant—

Lilith was... speechless.