My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Blood trickled from Stella's mouth, hot and bitter, contrasting with the brutal cold the Blue Dragon spread through the air. Its wind wings fluttered, fragile, nearly falling apart under the weight of its own exhaustion. Even so, her eyes burned, inflamed by a force she herself didn't understand.

The dragon's roar split the sky again. It was an ancient, deep sound, as if carrying the weight of entire eons. The crimson clouds dissolved and condensed again with the mere echo of the creature.

"Damn it… he's still in one piece…," Stella thought, barely able to stay afloat. Her fingers trembled, her breath felt like fire in her lungs. But she couldn't retreat. Not now.

The Blue Dragon lifted its wings once more. The movement alone generated a gale so intense it ripped off entire chunks of the floating rock formations of hell. Huge fragments of stone were ripped from the ground and thrown into the sky, as if the world were being dismantled by the mere presence of that being.

Stella clenched her fists, and the air around her responded. Every bit of wind she had left, every breath she could control, was called back, forming a chaotic spiral. She raised her arms and screamed, forcing the whirlwind to condense into a colossal blade of pure wind.

The blade descended like the slash of a god.

The Blue Dragon intercepted it with one wing. The impact was deafening. Blue sparks scattered across the sky, mingling with the red of hell. The shock created a fissure in the air, as if reality itself had shattered. The blade cracked the dragon's scales, tearing out luminous fragments that fell like flaming meteors, but it was not enough to stop the beast.

The monster advanced, its colossal head piercing the wall of winds. Its oceanic eyes fixed on Stella, and its jaws opened again. A blue core, brighter than any hellfire, condensed between its fangs.

"Not again…" Stella gritted her teeth.

She crossed her arms and twisted her body, summoning dozens of barriers in succession. Each layer of wind formed a cyclonic shield, swirling like transparent walls.

The breath was released.

The blue blast collided with the first barrier and shattered it like glass. The second resisted for a heartbeat before being swallowed. The third withstood the impact for a moment longer, but also succumbed. One after another, the walls were shattered, until the breath struck Stella square in the chest.

Her body was thrown like a projectile, piercing the black clouds, descending like a shooting star stained red. The air around her burned with cold. Every nerve screamed in pain.

She managed to stop her fall just a few feet before colliding with a suspended rocky platform. Her wind wings expanded, tearing through the atmosphere, and caught her at the last second. Gasping, she fell to her knees on the unstable surface.

The dragon dove after her.

The creature's shadow covered the entire length of the rock. Its claw descended, crushing the ground with such colossal force that the entire floating island split in half. Fragments fell into the hellish abyss, and Stella was flung skyward once more.

She spun in the air, blood streaming down her face, and roared:

"YOU'LL HAVE TO KILL ME TO MAKE ME STOP!"

The winds responded to her desperation. Blades appeared in formation, hundreds of them, but this time they spiraled. A tornado of invisible slashes rushed at the dragon.

The blades clashed against its scales. Cracks spread, becoming increasingly visible. The dragon roared in fury, the sound so powerful that the spiral nearly shattered. Even so, Stella pushed in more energy, more blood, more pain. Every beat of her heart was converted into wind.

Finally, the attack exploded in a brutal slit in the monster's chest. Scales were ripped away, revealing blue flesh beneath.

"I DID IT!" she screamed, even as blood ran from her mouth and nose.

But the victory lasted only a second.

The Blue Dragon spun through the air with an impossible speed for its size, and its tail came down. The impact was devastating. Stella was struck sideways, and her body spiraled, bones cracking, muscles tearing.

She barely managed to summon a current of air to stabilize her fall. She was on the brink of unconsciousness.

The dragon, enraged, spread its wings and soared into the sky. Its entire body glowed blue, like a star ready to explode. The hellish sky trembled, and the clouds were driven away by the anomalous glow.

Stella's eyes widened.

"This… this is going to erase me from existence…"

She gathered everything she had left. The wind around her condensed, no longer into blades, but into an absolute shield, a compressed sphere, each layer spinning in opposite directions.

The Blue Dragon roared and descended, unleashing a torrent of energy that seemed endless.

The impact was apocalyptic.

Stella's shield vibrated, groaned, and began to crack. Each fissure was a death sentence. Her mind screamed, her body shattered, but she wouldn't give in.

"Vergil… Roxanne… give me strength…"

The barrier was about to give way. The blue breath swallowed her whole. Her skin burned, her bones burned.

And then… something tore through the sky.

A red flash sliced ​​through the space above her, fast as a meteor. The impact deflected part of the blue torrent, sending the explosion scattering across the horizon. All hell lit up with the clash of the two forces.

Stella, gasping, barely conscious, looked up.

There, dancing in crimson flames, was a new figure. The fire was so intense it distorted reality around it, as if hell itself had bowed before it.

It was a phoenix. A colossal bird of crimson flames, its wings spread like the rising of a bloody sun.

And before her, floating with her spear in hand, was Sapphire.

Stella's heart stopped for a moment. The image was almost unreal. Sapphire whirled through the air, her weapon wreathed in red fire, clashing with the legendary creature in a clash that seemed impossible.

The Phoenix roared in flames. Sapphire responded with a war cry, and the two forces collided, generating waves of fire and light that pierced the heavens of hell.

Stella, still panting, her body in tatters, could only whisper:

"This... can't be real..."

The Azure Dragon roared behind her, still raging, as before her a titanic battle began between fire and living flames.

The hellish sky, once a prison of red and black, now burned blue and crimson.