MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC77: Envy
My hands burned, and I hadn't felt my arm for days, but I couldn't remove it because of my internal injuries.
I had felt like a burden for a long time, watching a thirteen-year-old boy do everything for me, from feeding me to cleaning me while I was debilitated and useless.
I wanted to die a little, how could I not? It was as if a dagger was pressing against my chest, ready to pierce my heart at any moment.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched the scene unfold. Dante was breaking everything as he fought off a horde of Black Spiders, he was focused, but he kept looking at me worried about my safety.
I felt strange, it was a different feeling... the feeling of being prioritized, the feeling of being worth something... it's complicated even to think about it now, but this boy...
HAH!
His screams continued, he struck faster and faster with the Nunchaku he had received from the demon, everything had become easier, it was one strike and the spiders died.
"Let's go."
I heard his voice and followed him, every moment I spent with him was more complicated than the last. The feeling of worthlessness was extreme, yet I started neglecting the truth to him.
Maybe I'll die soon, it's hard to say, but I'm getting weaker every day and probably won't last much longer... It was a tough choice, but if I stay here, I'll only burden Dante more and more... Yes, it's the best thing to do. If he survives, I'll still have my revenge and save this boy. If he dies... Chaos will reign in the world.
Despite finding it absurd and it being just my perspective, Valentina will descend to earth with her god killer and leave everything in chaos. When that happens... Vlad and Alice will have to stop her and kill her.
It's an absurd scenario, but not impossible, and I have to prevent it even if I have to sacrifice myself for it...
How long have we been missing? Who knows? But it's been at least thirty days. We're always descending without stopping, I presume we're already on floor number 34. I can't imagine how many more floors there are, but we keep moving forward, since it's impossible to go up after the small earthquakes we constantly feel.
If only I were strong... Damn crappy family...
"Nagasawa, protect yourself... I'm sensing demonic aura ahead," Dante told me as he went on guard. I stepped back a bit.
Demonic aura? You've been bathed in demonic aura ever since you picked up that strange ice weapon. Can't you realize that?
I stayed behind as Dante walked forward swinging the Ice Nunchakus, killing all sorts of beasts and monsters. His body was already covered in blood, but none of it was his own.
What envy...
I felt envy in being able to fight like that, having immortality and a robust core formed by a powerful bloodline.
I wanted to have that strength, wanted to stop being a sneaky swordsman with no good techniques but strong poisons.
GRRRRRRRRRRR
I heard a growl and again, another pack of Black Wolves. It was the fifth since the moment Dante killed the Three-Headed Demon Wolf.
KRAK
With a strike, the Wolf turned into an ice crystal and shattered... Demon armament, I had heard about some equipment given by demons but had never seen its action. On the contrary, it was quite new this situation.
"Nagasawa, let's go." I heard his voice and followed him.
"We've been here for forty-three days already, and we haven't reached the bottom of this inverted castle," I commented, after analyzing the maps we found. It really was an upside-down castle, it was like a tower, but we found various rooms like libraries, halls, and even a throne.
It wasn't important, but everything was empty. Someone had already invaded this place and taken what they needed many ages ago.
"Does your ring have space?" Dante asked, and I nodded. The four rings we found were quite useful; Dante vaguely collected the spoils he found along the way like mana stones, gold, and broken artifacts.
"What did you find this time?" I asked curiously, Dante had already stored several corpses inside the ring. It was surprising to find something that wasn't a corpse.
"A pocket watch," Dante commented and showed the watch. It was rusty and completely broken.
"That's trash, throw it away." I commented, but Dante refused and pressed it lightly with holy power. The watch faintly glowed, but quickly went out.
"Divine artifact," I concluded, and he agreed.
"I'll give it to Jeanne, maybe she knows what it is. Unlike the Virtues, the Hero cannot communicate with God," he commented, and I understood.
"Where's Durandal?" I asked because I didn't see Sara Vortex's Sacred Sword with Dante anymore.
"I stored it in the ring. The demonic energy was draining it, I was afraid it would be corrupted. If that happens, Justice and Humility would probably kill me," he commented smiling, probably remembering Sara.
'What envy... I wish this man would look at me like that when he remembers me.'
"Let's go," he said and led the way.
-- White Tower, Rooftop.
The search for Dante and Nagasawa had been called off and at this moment something was happening, the investigations were being concluded and, unfortunately...
"Morgana, we couldn't find him," Gaspar said to Morgana, who was gnawing her nails in anger. She tried desperately to find Dante, but besides the connection with the ring, nothing really provided evidence that he was alive.
"We need to find him," she commented as she looked at Gaspar, who was tired, with dark circles under his eyes, and his presence was almost nothing compared to the all-powerful Supreme Mage he used to be.
"Morgana, give it up, he's gone," he said, leaving the atmosphere completely heavy. Morgana didn't want to accept such a thing.
"Do you really want me to do that? Because if I give up, I'll personally torture those three children, and I'll do it in front of their parents."
"Calm down, another meeting will happen soon, we'll take them to court," Gaspar said, turning to face the exit.
"And Valentina?" he asked, without showing his face, but he already had a bad expression.
"She's returning, and she's with her familiar. She found out some things about what Titania did, but she's not happy," Morgana commented as she sighed lightly.
"Did you tell her?"
"No, but it will be the first thing I'll say," Morgana said, looking at Gaspar. "It's important that they speak the truth, or I fear a war may break out, and knowing my mother and Vlad, they will support Valentina if they find out that Dante was killed because of these children, especially after the breach of contract.
Everything will be treated as a conspiracy and manipulation, the Three Realms are in danger," she said and Gaspar nodded. "I understand, I'm fighting to maintain peace here, Morgana."
"I would recommend starting to prepare for war. Because if my husband dies, then those involved will be exterminated, even if it means wiping out several continents." With this indication, Gaspar accepted that it was no longer time to be reasonable, it was time to act, as it was necessary to avoid a war.
Normally this would be easily resolved, but Dante was the real problem. His connection with Valentina and Morgana made him the most dangerous Youth in the World, and if Valentina, who lived alone without love for ten thousand years, lost the love of her life, it meant that she would fight to die once and for all, as she had no more reasons to live.
"Come back soon, Dante... you need to control your two pet Demons."
That was how Gaspar, no, how everyone currently saw Morgana and Valentina: two women obsessed with one Man.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC78: The Mother of Demons
Dante was sleeping on the ground while Nagasawa stood guard, observing the surroundings. She didn't mind having to watch; in fact, it felt good to be useful.
They had reached almost the fiftieth floor.
Dante was recovering his energy that he had lost in the past two hours killing Robgoblins, Ogres, lava spiders, and Black Wolves. Although they were easily defeated, there were still many of them.
The more numerous they were, the harder the battle became, and Dante wasn't used to fighting many monsters at once. In fact, he was quite inexperienced, and Nagasawa gave him tips whenever possible because she wanted to make her presence felt in Dante's life.
Hours passed, and Dante woke up. They moved on to the next floors of the place. Of course, there were still thousands of beasts to kill, but Dante was not intimidated. Despite the insane concentration of demonic energy disabling the use of Holy Fire, he could use his Black Flame very effectively.
When he started at school, his worst flame was precisely the Black Flame, but with each passing moment and with every monster he killed, his flame grew stronger.
"Rest," Nagasawa said as she wiped Dante's dirty face, cleaning the blood and sweat marks from his face.
"You doing these things makes me a little shy," he commented, laughing, and Nagasawa smiled slightly.
"We needed to get out of this. If not, Valentina will cause chaos," Nagasawa commented, leaving Dante pensive.
"Probably, Morgana must be trying everything she can already. We can't do anything about this reflective structure. Until we find the end of this place, it won't help," he commented as he got up and held Nagasawa like a princess.
"Let's go, my teacher," he said and carried the woman's body in his arms, feeling every curve of her body.
"Why do you do this... are you trying to seduce me?" she wondered lightly.
Dante's body had undergone many changes due to the extreme stress of battles, refining his bones and muscles.
Think of it like molten metal being constantly hammered to gain the perfect shape of a sword to cut through your enemies.
With the constant damage Dante received, his muscles regenerated many times during the day and kept regenerating. If Dante didn't rest properly, his body would likely give in completely. That is, if he were alone, it would be quite likely, but with Nagasawa's presence, he was getting physically stronger.
While she spent a few hours watching the area, he could rest properly and fully absorb the changes.
Dante now had a muscular body, dark red hair due to dirt, and a well-developed physique, standing at about 1.80m tall. He had almost turned into an adult man.
This was normal for vampires; their bodies, in addition to being metamorphic, were always at the peak that their age allowed. But Dante broke that mold like several other vampires who were always trained to fight. This is normal. Although Dante's physical strength was almost that of a 100-year-old adult vampire.
"HA!" he shouted and killed three more Black Wolves.
"If fighting weak Wolves is like this, I wonder what it would be like if I ever meet Fenrir. If Gungnir exists, Fenrir and Odin must also exist, or have existed, right," Dante thought as he broke several crystals with Beasts inside and collected their blood.
Dante constantly consumed various types of blood while giving uncontaminated meat to Nagasawa, who also needed nutrients.
"It's almost ready, I just need a little more blood..." Dante murmured. He already had a plan in mind, but he didn't want to discuss it with Nagasawa because what he wanted to do was risky.
As Dante's plans moved forward, he encountered another descent. Yes, he was now entering floor number 50.
Dante had already thought about what this place could be. In fact, he had been constantly analyzing this whole place, and he had concluded one thing.
The first 25 floors are simply a normal dungeon, but from there it becomes a tower, or rather, a temple.
Dante had noticed before, but now everything made more sense. First, the rituals for summoning demons. He didn't understand at first, but this entire place is demonically charged. Although it was the first time he encountered such energy, he didn't feel bothered. On the contrary, it was curious that he could hardly detect it.
"This is a Demon's Tomb," Dante said aloud, and Nagasawa stared at him sternly. "Why do you say that?" she asked.
"It's a demonic temple in worship of demons. First, we saw those Guardian Golems. They were there in some kind of Riddle? No, probably they guarded the next floors, which means they had something to hide," Dante said as he stared fixedly at Nagasawa.
"Then the rituals. Naturally, I wouldn't care about it, but the ritual itself was already done just so someone could put the blood there to start. Isn't that strange? Why was a ritual done in an underground location?" Dante questioned and began to walk.
"And this energy... There is a Sealed Demon behind that door, or something close to it. There is a lot of concentration there," Dante said as he saw a huge double door that was over 6 meters tall.
'I'm not feeling anything...' Nagasawa thought. She really felt nothing but Demonic Energy coming from Dante.
He observed the door carefully and then saw some curious things: insignias and carvings of humanoids with goat heads, black eyes, and various dead species... And on the sides.
"Runes," he said approaching and placing his hand lightly, trying to inject mana into the surroundings, but was extremely rejected.
Biff.
His hands lightly burned when he tried to use mana on the runes and then looked at Nagasawa again.
"Stay here... It's going to be dangerous."
"I'm going with you," Nagasawa said, and Dante refused. "You'll die," he commented.
"I won't let you face whatever is there alone!" she shouted lightly. "I don't want to die, but you have to live no matter what!" she commented again.
Dante thought for a moment about taking her, but 'no, screw it, she can't die now.'
"Sorry, hot milf that I'm starting to like, but not today," he said and disappeared.
"Eh!?"
AHR!
"Sorry," Dante said as he picked up Nagasawa's unconscious body and sat her back against the wall.
"I can't let my efforts to save you go in vain; I still need you to be all mine," Dante said with an abyssal expression, his eyes black with obsession, as deep as Limbo.
"Let's move forward," Dante said and summoned Durandal in one hand. Yes, he could already wield Durandal with just one hand, and the energy of Durandal hadn't returned. In the other hand, he drew the Ice Nunchakos.
"It's time to play," he said, but when he looked inside, he saw nothing. Nothing but a huge circular room with a carving that seemed to tell a story.
However, he didn't let his guard down; on the contrary, he was as alert as possible and remained cautious from start to finish.
Dante began to read the illustrations lightly.
The story began simply: there was a man and a woman. They seemed happy, and it lasted for days. There were small carvings showing their daily lives, eating fruits and resting in an unknown location. One day, the woman refused to do what her partner asked, then a punishment came from the sky.
At her partner's request, a divine lightning struck her, casting her to another place and separating her from the Man. It was a divine punishment.
An image of the moon and its phases appeared. The woman changed completely after being banished from the heavens; she descended to the human world and became bitter. Her sense of independence and refusal to accept others' superiority over her plunged the world into chaos.
Dante looked closely and tried to decipher who these two humans were. He couldn't recognize them immediately, but something caught his attention.
"A woman expelled from the heavens," Dante said aloud, but he set it aside and continued the story.
Years passed; the man gained a new woman similar to him. The abandoned woman then became furious, wreaking her anger on humanity and bringing misfortunes to human beings, such as diseases and death. She attacked only women and sometimes personally killed those inferior to her.
Time went by.
There were images demonstrating the phases of the moon, representing the phases of the woman's life, both good and bad moments.
She constantly lived in ruins and abandoned places. As a time lapse, the engravings now depicted a giant tree, and two women were upon it; one of them was the abandoned woman, and the other was a new woman.
They seemed to be fighting, and the abandoned woman was banished from the Tree.
"She was banished twice... This woman... she is," Dante was beginning to decipher who the woman the plates were telling the story of.
Then, on the next plate, he saw the woman changing slightly; her wings were black, and her body turned slightly reddish, with two horns and much bitterness in her heart.
The place she was in? If not another, only Hell itself, sitting on a throne as thousands, no, billions of demons emerged.
"So this is you... The Mother of Demons, the Demon-Goddess Lilith."
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