What was happening? The capital sin didn't know. Avarice trembled as if it were facing... the end of its existence.
She was scared, so scared that her whole body trembled upon hearing the pronunciation of her name, a name that... she didn't even remember.
"Kerehsha, kneel," Dante said, and the demon woman's body quickly fell to her knees while in front of her, a King sat on his throne.
"You know, I loved the performance, I really did," Dante said, clapping as he laughed. "Just imagining killing Ethan? That would be boring, but you see..." Dante's red eyes fell upon Kerehsha. "I found something interesting."
"You bastard!" she shouted and lunged to attack him. She was fierce.
The attack was aimed at Dante's throat, which, by the way, well... she hit. "Hm?" he questioned, seeing the woman's claws embedded in his neck.
"Do you really think you can hurt me with just that?" he questioned and punched her in the stomach, sending her flying.
She staggered as she fell to the damp ground, near Ethan's sword. "Idiot," she thought as she calmly picked up the sword, looking at Dante who seemed to be merely toying with her.
"You'll regret this," she thought, giving a swift thrust and delivering a vicious attack that would slice Dante horizontally. "I need to kill him with this blow, I have no more demonic energy, you idiotic vessel, you consumed almost all of my energy!" she roared, gritting her teeth, focusing all she had. Then the blow struck something.
A gust of wind blew everywhere, and dust from the debris rose, covering the entire battlefield. Only silence remained in that moment, no sound could be heard.
"I did it," she said as she felt her sword piercing something, however... the dust began to settle.
"You're a very rude child, aren't you?" Dante questioned, stopping the sword with one hand.
"He stopped it," she said incredulously, of course, she was weak, but she didn't feel a truly gigantic force coming from Dante. She thought that might be impossible to stop, however... her arrogance was her downfall. "He didn't dodge... just stopped it with one hand," she thought, frightened.
"Does that scare you? Is this a joke to you?" Dante questioned, breaking the sword with his bare hands, a sword made for an Emperor, became nothing but shards of broken metal.
"W-w-what magic did you use!" she shouted quickly, as she began to back away. "Magic? I don't need that to deal with you..." Dante said with a smile, a smile that infuriated her.
"Don't toy with me!" she shouted, summoning a sword of aura and attacking Dante, who began to dodge quickly. "I thought the sins would be stronger," he taunted and kicked the desperate woman backward.
"Uhrgt!" she roared in pain as she felt her stomach. The impact was so strong that she began to vomit a liquid... Blood. "H-h-help," she tried to say to the surroundings, trying somehow to find a way out.
But everyone was dead.
"This was your sin, your own authority blinded your means and was unable to follow a path that could sustain you. You are not a capital sin, you are just a receptacle project for the authority of Avarice, you merely pretend to be a Capital Sin." Dante said, and the woman's gaze lost its shine, and slowly she began to transform into a small neon green drop, a tiny sphere the size of a coin.
"So this is how an authority is," Dante said then. With a concentration, he felt Alter-Dante telling him something. "Alright, let's try this," Dante said and let the small sphere float.
"I will use that trace of humanity to bring you back, human," Dante said, but this wasn't exactly Dante's voice, but rather that of his alter ego. "Rise," and with a breath, a demonic woman began to emerge from the ground, from the remains of the Old Avarice.
"It seems to have worked," Dante said as the demonic woman opened her eyes fully. Her eyes were emerald green and glowed like neon, her body was voluptuous with golden hair, ebony horns, and a black dress made of miasma, accompanied by a pair of black wings.
"I name you, Evangeline of Avarice," Dante said, and the woman's entire body trembled as she instinctively bowed. "Yes, my Sovereign."
In the Underworld...
"Damnation!" The loud roar shattered all the windows in the vicinity, a man with white hair, plumed black wings, and red eyes.
"I lost Avarice!" he shouted, breaking the castle even further as cracks appeared everywhere. This was none other than...
"Lucifer." A woman appeared, a woman Lucifer knew well, holding a perfectly ripe red apple. Lilith seemed quite pleased.
"You..." he said. "This is your doing!" he shouted, hurling a table toward Lilith, who effortlessly sliced it in half.
"What's this? Did you think your conversations with Baal, Agares, and the others would escape my notice? War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death, in addition to Avarice, Lust, Wrath, Pride, and Gluttony. Did you really think your plans would proceed as planned?" Lilith said, as a sword materialized in her hands...
"Erion," Lucifer murmured upon seeing the Demon Armament specialized in killing celestials.
"Why are you here?..." Lucifer said as he summoned a sword, faintly golden. "So you brought her," Lilith smiled, after all, a Demon God and a Fallen Angel could fight at any moment with just a motion.
"Holy Blade, Inarius," Lilith said, and Lucifer pointed at her.
"It's a shame I didn't come here to fight," Lilith said, and then, a lateral cut was made, splitting Lucifer's castle in half.
"This is Total War," Lilith said. "And I don't tolerate insubordination, daddy's little lapdog." She said, and from the skies, various demonic spells began to sweep the area, exploding multiple times and destroying everything, turning the entire place into a crater of pure destruction.
That day was marked by the beginning of a full-scale war, the two hemispheres divided, and the 9 Layers of Hell began to change.
"I am satisfied," Lilith said, feeling a deep connection with the true owner of Hell.
The Demon Wars had begun.