Free Web NovelChapter 806: Keep everything in the family.
The Abyss corridor seemed endless.
The three walked slowly through a colossal structure formed of black stone, petrified flesh, and ancient roots intertwined in the walls like fossilized veins. The only light came from red crystals embedded in the organic surfaces of that impossible place, pulsing slowly like living organs hidden within reality itself. The air was heavy, dry, and laden with a constant sense of existential pressure, as if the very space around them rejected any living presence.
Above them, far above, dozens of floors of the Abyss separated that place from the rest of creation.
And yet...
Lilith continued walking ahead without any hesitation.
That in itself was uncomfortable.
Sapphire noticed this several times during the descent. Even she, who had spent ages studying infernal structures, dimensional manipulations, and demonic anomalies, had never descended so deep. Floor eighty-eight was already considered practically dead territory by most modern infernal entities.
But that...
That was worse.
Much worse.
The corridors slowly shifted shape as they passed. Sometimes the walls breathed. At other times, gigantic structures appeared in the distance only to disappear seconds later, like distorted memories trying to physically exist.
The deep Abyss didn’t fully obey the normal rules of space.
Nor of logic.
Nor of time.
Lilith walked a few steps ahead of the two with a strangely neutral expression as she observed the endless corridors around her. Her long, silvery-white hair slid slowly over her dark dress as she moved between the pulsating structures of the place. Unlike Sapphire and Sepphirothy, she didn’t seem uncomfortable with the environment.
But she seemed... affected.
Like someone returning to a place they knew all too well.
After several minutes of silence, she finally spoke:
"It’s strange to still be alive." Her voice echoed softly through the organic corridor.
Sapphire walked close behind, her hands in the pockets of her dark coat, observing the living walls around her.
"You’re overthinking it."
Lilith let out a small, low laugh through her nose. "Perhaps."
She slowly ran her fingers along one of the black walls as she continued walking.
"Still..." Her red eyes moved slowly down the colossal corridor. "...coming back here makes me a little nervous."
This made Sepphirothy raise her eyes immediately.
Because hearing Lilith admit nervousness was uncomfortable in itself.
After all, that woman had survived her own Heavenly Father.
Very few things in the universe should truly shake her.
Sepphirothy had been walking beside Sapphire in silence for quite some time since they descended the first levels. Her normally impeccable posture was slightly stiffer now as she observed the distant structures of that impossible floor.
Then she finally spoke: "...I’m sorry."
Lilith slowed her pace slightly.
Sepphirothy continued: "For not coming sooner."
The silence immediately grew heavier.
Sapphire discreetly glanced at her, but didn’t interrupt.
Sepphirothy kept her voice controlled as she continued:
"My contract with the Highfather only expired a short time ago." She lightly closed one hand. "I couldn’t descend here sooner."
Lilith remained silent for a few seconds as she observed the colossal darkness ahead.
Then she sighed softly. "I understand."
The answer came out simply.
No accusation.
No resentment.
And that seemed to bother Sepphirothy more than any aggressive reaction would have.
Lilith then resumed walking slowly as she continued speaking in a distant, almost reflective tone:
"Besides..." She glanced at the living structures of the Abyss around her. "...for me, honestly, all of this was almost a blink of an eye."
Sapphire raised an eyebrow.
Lilith gave a small, tired smile.
"I died." She shrugged slightly. "Then I woke up."
The comment was too casual for something so absurd.
But it was probably true.
Time worked differently for consciousnesses trapped in that incomplete state between existence and annihilation.
Lilith then glanced quickly at the two as they continued walking through the organic corridors of that impossible floor.
"It’s good to know that my daughters have become less radical after a few thousand years."
Sapphire immediately grimaced. "Don’t call us sisters."
Lilith blinked once. "You literally are."
"Biologically, maybe." Sapphire replied without hesitation. "But we spent ages living as rivals."
Sepphirothy looked away slightly.
Because that was also true.
Sapphire continued calmly:
"She tried to execute me three times."
"You blew up an entire fortress with me inside," Sepphirothy replied immediately.
"Technically, I didn’t know if you were still there."
"You knew."
"Maybe."
Lilith listened to all of this without seeming particularly shocked.
In fact...
She seemed to find it relatively normal.
Which probably said a lot about ancient demons.
"That’s common," she replied simply. "Demons resolve family relationships in violent ways."
Sapphire shrugged.
"Fair enough."
Lilith then smiled slightly as she continued walking through the living corridors of the Abyss. "The important thing is that everything stays in the family."
Sapphire immediately murmured:
"...Yeah. In the family."
Her tone now possessed that familiar lazy irony that usually preceded potentially problematic comments.
Sepphirothy realized this too late.
Because Sapphire had already partially turned her face toward her.
"Speaking of which..." She tilted her head slightly. "...when exactly are you going to stop pretending you don’t want to sit on Vergil’s dick?"
The entire hallway fell into absolute silence.
Even the surrounding organic structures seemed less disturbing for approximately two seconds.
Sepphirothy stood completely still.
Lilith blinked slowly.
Then Sapphire continued walking as if she had asked a completely normal question.
Sepphirothy finally turned her face to her with a dangerously rigid expression.
"I have no idea what you’re talking about."
Sapphire immediately snorted through her nose.
"Of course not."
"I don’t."
"You literally look at him like someone trying to resolve an internal emotional crisis that’s lasted for decades."
"That’s absurdly incorrect."
"You stared at his arms for forty minutes last week."
"I was analyzing demonic energy."
"You were analyzing his chest."
Sepphirothy narrowed her eyes immediately.
Lilith, on the other hand, seemed genuinely interested in the conversation now.
Which made things worse.
"That would explain a lot," she commented calmly.
"It wouldn’t explain anything," Sepphirothy replied quickly.
Sapphire just shrugged while absentmindedly kicking a small bony formation scattered across the dark hallway floor.
"Honestly, you’re taking too long."
"I repeat: nothing is happening."
"Sepphirothy." Sapphire finally looked directly at her with a tired expression. "You clearly have feelings for Vergil."
The silence that followed was extremely revealing.
Because Sepphirothy didn’t respond immediately.
Lilith noticed this first.
Sapphire too.
Her expression remained perfectly controlled on the outside, but the slight delay had already given away enough information.
Sapphire almost smiled.
"Ah." She nodded slowly. "So I was right."
"You’re unbearable."
"I usually am."
Lilith let out a small, low laugh as they continued walking through the monstrous depths of that impossible floor of the Abyss.
Then Sapphire casually commented:
"Besides, honestly? Incest is great for strengthening family ties."
Sepphirothy looked at her as if contemplating extreme violence.
"You’re completely sick."
"We’re demons."
"That doesn’t improve your sentence."
"It improves it considerably."
Sapphire then shrugged slightly as she observed the gigantic structures around her.
"In the end, morality never meant much to our species anyway."
Lilith remained silent for a few seconds after that sentence.
Then she calmly commented:
"She unfortunately has a point."
"YOU ARE NOT HELPING."
Sapphire immediately began to laugh.
And for the first time since they had descended beyond the eighty-eighth floor...
The atmosphere seemed slightly less heavy.
Only slightly.
Because a few seconds later...
Lilith stopped walking.
Instantly.
The smile disappeared from her face.
Sapphire noticed the change in the energy around her first.
Sepphirothy felt it soon after.
The entire corridor had become too quiet.
The red crystals on the walls began to pulse more slowly. Weaker.
As if something were slowly draining the very vitality from the environment.
Then they heard it.
Breath.
Very distant.
Very deep.
And absurdly loud.
Lilith slowly raised her eyes to the colossal darkness ahead.
"...Ah."
Her reaction was subdued.
Almost exhausted.
Which immediately put Sapphire on alert.
Because Lilith didn’t seem surprised.
She seemed to recognize it.
And that was worse.
...
Ada was the first to completely lose what little rational patience remained in that silent hotel suite.
She held Vergil’s face firmly before kissing him intensely, deeply, and aggressively enough to make it clear that all the calculated calm she normally maintained had long since vanished. The kiss carried weeks of accumulated emotional tension, frustration, longing, and repressed desire beneath the controlled posture she insisted on maintaining most of the time. Her fingers gripped his white hair as she pulled him closer without any real gentleness.
Vergil slowly exhaled through his nose as he felt the combined weight of the three of them around him.
Katharina remained pressed against his body in the lap of the chair, completely naked, slowly kissing and biting his neck with an increasingly undisguised possessiveness. The warm contact of her mouth against his skin made the muscles in his neck tense involuntarily as her nails slowly slid down the nape of his neck.
At the same time, Roxanne had moved even closer to the chair, leaning over him while biting his ear with a provocation almost too needy to hide any intention. The dark lingerie she was still wearing contrasted absurdly with the intimate naturalness of the whole situation, and the way she held one of his shoulders made it clear that her own emotional resistance was also beginning to run out rapidly.
The problem was that the three of them had stopped competing with each other.
Now they were cooperating.
And that was infinitely worse.
Vergil remained motionless for a few seconds while Ada continued to kiss him deeply, Katharina continued to distribute slow kisses along his neck, and Roxanne practically settled against him as if seeking physical intimacy before completely losing her mind.
Then he finally murmured against Ada’s lips, his voice low and visibly hoarser than before:
"I won’t last much longer."
Ada pulled away just enough to look at him closely. Her normally cold eyes were now much heavier, less controlled, and clearly affected by the whole situation.
"That was the idea," she replied calmly.
Katharina let out a small, muffled laugh against his neck before returning to biting him slowly.
Roxanne closed her eyes for a moment while still remaining close to his ear, breathing slowly as if trying to maintain some remaining self-control.
Then she murmured softly:
"We should go to bed soon..."
The sentence came out almost wearily.
Too honest.
She rested her forehead against his shoulder for a few seconds before continuing in a lower tone:
"Because I can’t take it anymore either."
The following silence was short. freewebnσvel.cѳm
But extremely revealing.
Katharina was the first to agree, still clinging to his body as she slowly slid her fingers down the nape of his neck.
"I agree."
Ada remained observing Vergil for a few seconds before discreetly sighing through her nose.
"This probably went beyond the point of rationality a long time ago."
Vergil let out a small, tired laugh at that.
Because she was right.
The tension that had been building in that suite had been growing for hours. Maybe days. Maybe since before they arrived in Tokyo. After cosmic crises, dimensional threats, constant separations, and responsibilities too overwhelming for any normal person to bear, that domestic and absurdly intimate moment seemed almost unreal.
And that’s precisely why it was becoming dangerous.
Katharina then rested her forehead against his for a few seconds while still sitting on his lap.
"You’re overthinking again."
"I always overthink."
"Then stop."
Ada cupped his face again with one hand while Roxanne remained resting against his shoulder. freewebnσvel.cѳm
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
They just stayed there.
Close.
Warm.
Tired.
And too emotionally exhausted to continue pretending to be in control.
