My Wives are Beautiful Demons

All hell shook.

The ground cracked in rivers of fire and ice, the sky tore apart in flashes of light, and the air was a battlefield where the fire of the Phoenix and the cold of the Blue Dragon fought for space.

Sapphire and Stella stood in the eye of this apocalypse.

Two tiny silhouettes before titans.

Two demons who, even staggering, laughed in the face of destruction.

"Let's end this, Stella!" Sapphire shouted, her eyes blazing, her spear pulsing like a burning heart.

"Until the end!" Stella replied, the winds swirling in sharp spirals around her.

The Blue Dragon's roar tore through the sky, followed by the Phoenix's incandescent cry. The two monsters advanced together, one in a wave of ice that froze the soul, the other in an eruption of golden fire that seemed to engulf reality itself.

Sapphire exploded into motion.

Her body was consumed by crimson flames, and she charged at the dragon like a living missile. Her spear streaked across the sky, piercing walls of ice that rose before her. Each strike was a thunderclap. Each fiery explosion opened craters in the frozen air.

"YOU'LL HAVE TO BLEED FOR ME!" she roared, her laughter mingling with the beast's roar.

The Dragon tried to crush her with its colossal tail, but Sapphire spun in the air, her spear slashing diagonally. The impact was brutal: scales shattered, blue blood gushed like crystal-clear rivers that froze everything they touched.

The monster roared.

Sapphire laughed.

And continued advancing.

Meanwhile, Stella faced the living sun.

The Phoenix plunged into golden flames, the heat so intense it melted the surrounding rocks. But Stella didn't flinch. Her winds exploded into twisters that intertwined, forming invisible walls that cut through the flaming feathers before they reached her.

She danced.

She glided through the fire like a shadow in a storm.

Every twist of her body was a blade. Every movement of her arm, a blast that tore through the heat.

The Phoenix spread its wings and unleashed a shower of flaming meteors. The sky collapsed in balls of fire. Stella raised her arms, and the winds roared like a furious army. The meteors were deflected, shattered into flashes of flame that exploded into the void.

"Is that all?" Stella shouted, laughing, her hair whipping in the air. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE A SUN!"

The creature responded by plunging into even more intense flames.

Stella advanced, disappearing in swirls.

The battlefield split into two worlds.

On one side, Sapphire against the Blue Dragon—brutality and strength, ice and fire destroying each other in waves.

On the other, Stella against the Phoenix—speed and lightness, wind and flame colliding in a murderous ballet.

But both were advancing toward the same destination: absolute destruction.

Sapphire ran atop the beast's back, her flames burning through its icy scales with each step, leaving incandescent craters in its body. The dragon shook, but she thrust her spear repeatedly, opening wounds that bled with absolute cold.

The ice tried to swallow her. The dragon's blue blood froze to the fire. But Sapphire didn't stop.

Her laughter echoed like a madwoman's.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE?!" she roared, spinning her spear and plunging it deep into the creature's neck.

The roar was so loud it cracked the ground for miles around.

The dragon opened its mouth and released a glacial breath straight at her.

Sapphire raised her spear.

"THEN SWALLOW MY FLAMES!"

The explosion was apocalyptic.

Crimson fire against sheer ice.

The impact split the sky in a luminous fissure that spread across the horizon.

In the end, it was the ice that gave way.

Sapphire's fire tore through the dragon's throat, burning from within, consuming its organs, its wings, its heart.

The final roar was pure despair.

The creature's colossal body writhed, cracked from within in lines of fire that exploded in red flashes.

"DIE, YOU WORM!" Sapphire screamed, driving the spear home.

And the Blue Dragon exploded into crimson flames, its body shattering into shards of ice and fire that rained down like comets upon the inferno.

Sapphire fell to her knees, gasping, covered in blood and ash, but laughing.

Laughing like a goddess driven mad by victory.

On the other side, Stella waged her own impossible war.

The Phoenix burned like a sun, each flap of its wings creating flaming waves that warped space. But Stella, even wounded, did not retreat. Her winds responded with renewed violence, swirling into invisible blades that cut the fire into shards.

She spun, danced, disappeared into whirlwinds. Each step was an attack. Each breath, a cutting blast.

The Phoenix dove in for a final attack, transforming into a solar sphere that descended to crush her. The heat was so intense that the air dissolved into flames.

But Stella only smiled.

A demonic smile.

A smile of someone who had been waiting for exactly this.

"Now you're the one who's going to extinguish it."

She raised her arms, and the winds exploded in fury.

These were no simple whirlwinds.

It was an absolute hurricane, a wall of compressed air that crashed into the flames and began to devour them.

The fire wavered.

The Phoenix's flaming sphere shuddered.

Stella advanced into the eye of the storm, her every step sucking the creature's fire, cutting its wings into shreds that crumbled in the air.

The Phoenix's scream echoed like a thousand dying suns.

But Stella didn't stop.

Her winds enveloped the creature's head.

She clenched her fists.

And with a final command, she smothered the fire into nothingness.

The entire Phoenix extinguished in a single breath, like a candle crushed by the wind. Its body collapsed into golden ash that fell slowly, illuminating the inferno like a shower of dead stars.

Stella landed on the ground, panting, her knees nearly giving way. But her eyes shone.

She had won.

Hell was silent.

The Blue Dragon had exploded into incandescent fragments.

The Phoenix had been extinguished into golden ash.

Sapphire and Stella stood amidst the devastated field, their bodies covered in wounds, breathing heavily.

The fire and ice had disappeared.

All that remained were dust, blood, and the distant sound of hell reassembling itself.

Sapphire laughed first. A hoarse, insane laugh.

"I KILLED A DRAGON, STELLA! A DAMNED DRAGON!"

Stella crawled toward her, her body trembling, but with an equally wicked smile. "And I... extinguished a sun."

Sapphire looked at her, laughing even harder.

Stella laughed too.

And without saying anything, they leaned back against each other, exhausted but proud.

Sapphire asked, still laughing, "How... how the hell did we get to this?"

Stella closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Who knows?"