MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC89: A New Goal
Dante's return had been veiled; in fact, he had chosen to remain in secrecy to distance himself for a while. At this moment, they were atop the White Tower, along with his three celestial beauties. He was calm, seated in the main armchair, while Valentina lay in his lap and Morgana leaned against his shoulder.
In front of him, Nagasawa was practicing her speed with a ping pong ball, darting back and forth.
"It feels good to be home," murmured Dante with closed eyes, relaxing. He wore a white shirt and black pants, while the women wore dresses and Nagasawa sported athletic attire.
"Ha!" exclaimed Nagasawa as she finally managed to play ping pong against herself. "I did it!" she said, jumping with joy as if she had overcome a great obstacle.
"Congratulations," said Dante with a gentle smile. Nagasawa blushed slightly and turned around. Dante chuckled softly and continued to watch Nagasawa from afar.
"She wasn't the one who seduced you, was she?" whispered Morgana, and Dante merely smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, just existing in that space.
Valentina, who was nearly asleep, came to and spoke for the first time in the last half hour since she had laid on Dante's lap. "How will you deal with the traitors?" she queried. Dante had already told her about what happened in the Dungeon, and he had plans to deal with Ethan, Alexander, and Forki.
"I'll kill them, in the most brutal way possible," remarked Dante, and Valentina's eyebrows raised slightly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Are you sure? You don't usually do things like that. Besides, do you think those three's father will just let you kill them?" Valentina questioned, with a smile. She was still angry about what had happened, and Dante had acted like a cowardly dog, but if he put on a good show for her, she would forgive him easily.
"And since when is their lives worth more than mine?" Dante questioned Valentina, who for the first time was left speechless, while Dante simply smiled gently at her.
"Those prepared to kill must be prepared to die," commented Dante, as he leaned down slightly and kissed Valentina on the lips.
"Besides, who said I can't do what I want? I bow to no one, except my wives," said Dante with a possessive smile, which piqued Valentina's interest in what he was planning.
"Humph!" scoffed Morgana, seeing the atmosphere between Dante and Valentina, and turned her face away. "Of course, I haven't forgotten, my lovely Witch, you're my wife, aren't you?" Dante said, pulling Morgana's chin towards him and gazing into her golden eyes, then gently kissing her, respectfully and passionately.
'I won the bet,' Morgana said mentally to Valentina. 'Yes, yes, you were right,' agreed Valentina, giving in. "What bet are you talking about?"
'It was a good idea to keep him trapped in this place, even though you dragged it out as long as possible to not ask for help from your mother. It made him grow a bit and appreciate us more,' Valentina commented.
'Hahaha! Succumb to me, you Bitch!' mocked Morgana as she laughed internally and Valentina huffed.
'Next time, refrain. This time he barely made it,' Valentina commented, and Morgana mocked again. 'Barely? He even turned Nagasawa into a vampire. We gained a lot from this bet, you owe me!' she said, laughing at Valentina, who hated losing.
'Bitch,' commented Valentina, and both continued to be pampered by Dante for several minutes until he slowly drifted off to sleep, with both women asleep on his body.
"Humph, I envy that," Nagasawa said, watching the scene. How could she not envy it? After all, she was a woman, and as a woman, she would seek the best partner. Moreover, Dante was her creator; she had a newfound attachment to him.
"I'll leave here, I can't watch this scene," she said, but gave up upon remembering that, to the world, she was dead.
"Damn!" she grunted and sat on the floor near Dante's legs, leaned her head back, and relaxed. With her eyes closed, she felt the calmness, not just calmness, but for the first time, happiness.
A happiness she had never had in her entire life. The mere fact that she had her body healed could already bring her happiness, but it wasn't just that. On the contrary, perhaps compared to now, having her body back meant nothing.
She managed to overcome her problem, which was good, but something awakened in her because of Dante. Dante's existence made her think about something she barely had the will to think about: the future.
It's kind of complicated, but how can someone with an incurable disease think about the future when the world constantly puts her down reminding her of it? Nagasawa not only had her body healed now, she had received a power that could sustain that body, a power that could make the little fifteen-year-old Nagasawa dream again. But it's not just that.
Dante gave her something above all. He gave her the importance of existence, he gave her the feeling of being welcomed, loved, and protected. Of course, these are just Nagasawa's thoughts, and it's almost impossible to say that Dante loves her. She wasn't that arrogant, but she knew one thing: that man was going to change the world, not because he was strong, but because of who he is.
"Maybe it's time to create a new life... a new name and a new family... Yes, I think I've made my decision... It's time to abandon past sins and build my future," Nagasawa said as she nestled into Dante's legs.
She didn't know, but Dante had heard everything since the moment she spoke for the first time. He never stopped listening and didn't want to, but now he could sleep peacefully. After all, he succeeded.
'Welcome,' he thought as he let his worries about Nagasawa linger. His lips curved into a calm and serene smile, and his mind was at peace.
It had been months away from the world, living among caves and grottos, feeding on wolf blood, beasts, and spiders. He almost died several times and at the same time lived more than ever. Isn't it ironic? When you face death several times, the value of life increases. And it was this enlightenment that Dante received when he was put into a coma by the Ghost of Lilith.
He had half a second to think about everything that bothered him. This half second made him realize that it's no longer worth living in fear of past traumas and that he needs to cherish what he has before he dies suddenly as in his previous life.
Dante now had one more goal: to live his life well, and with his family.
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N/a: Hey, my dear readers, the chapters will be reduced for some time. I'm having health issues and can't focus on writing the chapters. I'll schedule only one chapter per day for now. I hope you understand. As soon as I recover, I'll resume with two chapters per day as usual. Thank you for reading!
PS: Please, I know it's annoying to have to ask this, but I would like you to evaluate the work. We're already in chapter 89, I know you like her, you wouldn't come here! This helps a lot and motivates me to keep bringing Dante's story! Thanks!
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC90: External Events
A day had passed, and Dante allowed events to unfold as he simply relaxed. He learned, through Morgana, that there would be a school-wide festival - a winter festival not only to celebrate the first semester but also to "Honor the Departed."
Yes, they were organizing a festival to honor the dead from the Dungeon, who, in this case, were very much alive.
In summary, the festival was orchestrated by the rulers' children, who coincidentally suggested a festival at the end of the semester to "mark the evolution of the youth." Quite convenient, isn't it?
Dante viewed it as one thing: celebrating his death.
So, he decided to embrace the event. Since it was to celebrate death, they would celebrate it in grand style.
In the morning, he handed Morgana all the wolf skins he had managed to acquire, and he gave Valentina Lilith's Horn for her to take to the Dwarf King to make a spear for him. In this case, she would use one of the favors she had saved for the protection of the Dwarven Kingdom.
Yes, Valentina had officially been the protector of the Dwarves for many years. In return, they would offer their services, and she would offer her labor, with Hellsing and herself, if necessary. Of course, no one knew about this agreement. After all, if they knew, Valentina would be associated with the Dwarven Kingdom, which would limit her freedom.
Not that she cared, but now that she had Dante, she didn't want to hear rumors that she and the Dwarf King were "more than friends." There were other reasons, but she didn't bother to mention them to Dante. In fact, he didn't even care. He just wanted a new spear since he didn't have one of his own.
While all this unfolded, a little girl was in her room getting ready. For the past four, almost five months, since Dante had left, she had been trying to go through the days without dwelling too much on what had happened. The contract with Durandal broke in the last month, and then her hopes died.
She heard that the searches had stopped and that Morgana had been completely absent from the Tower for the last month.
She was now getting ready for Herbology class, but she had almost no enthusiasm. She would rather stay in bed all day and not give life to her thoughts. She just wanted to cease to exist.
Sara had already gone through several stages of grief. First, she denied it, using every possible excuse to create a reality in which Dante returned alive. She honestly thought he would open the door at any moment, appear with his gentle smile on his face, and hug her. Sara dreamt about it for weeks, but soon her reality started to crumble with the passing of the first month.
This led to extreme anger. She began to take it out on the people around her, especially Akiko, who became the target of her rudeness, with dubious remarks that didn't truly reflect who she was. This was too much for Akiko, who ended up distancing herself for a few days, but eventually returned.
After all, she couldn't let her childhood friend go through this alone, even when she lost her mother, Sara was by her side, and she decided to do the same.
With that, almost two months later, she began visiting the temples of the church in the City of Kryoris. She became friends with one of the bishops and went every week to "bargain" with God, asking him to bring Dante back, to provide energy to Durandal, and even to show her what she should do.
She would be more devout than ever, but the Heavenly Father never answered her because she had lost her humility when she became completely angry with Elizabeth and now with Akiko. Her punishment was to no longer have a strong connection with God until she redeemed herself for her actions.
Sara didn't go a day without thinking about Dante. Every day, her first thoughts were about Dante. She asked him how he was, if he was okay. Her last thoughts were also about him. She wondered where he was, if he was able to sleep. This brought extreme depression upon her shoulders.
She fell into a deep pit and spent almost the entire third month in bed, barely eating and neglecting her chores. The teachers even talked to the Director to speak with her, but nothing helped.
Lyriana Vortex, Sara's mother, constantly visited her daughter and took care of her health since she didn't listen to anyone. Lyriana didn't understand. She couldn't understand why such a reaction came from her daughter. Love? What was love? She didn't really know, but she couldn't comprehend what Dante had done to make her daughter turn into that.
Did she feel anger towards Dante? Yes, of course she did, but at the same time, she felt a slight sorrow for his death. If Sara's sadness was like this when he wasn't around, what about her happiness? Lyriana wondered for a long time. If Dante were here, would Sara be happy? And what would the level of that happiness be?
Lyriana wasn't an ordinary woman. Her life had always been about ruling, and perhaps her temperament caused the problems she daily avoided with her daughter. She was a good mother, but she couldn't be a good Empress when her daughter was like this. She tried to get information from Morgana, but all she received was her witches responding with one sentence: "She's grieving."
When the contract with Durandal was gone, Sara... Accepted Dante's death. There was still longing or pain, but yes, when Durandal was gone, the feeling of loss quieted down. Her emotions broke completely, and not a single tear fell. Nothing, not even a drop.
Had she moved on? No, on the contrary... Now, she intended to kill anyone who simply mentioned Dante. Anyone who mocked him would die. Anyone who demonized him would die. Anyone who spouted fallacies and lies would also die.
Jeanne tried to bring her back, but concluded that until Dante returned, she wouldn't return to normal. Sara refused to listen to her master in every way and began to act almost like a different person. She trained more and more, and now, she killed anyone in her way coldly, without looking back.
It's scary to think that a girl would come to this point just because of a childhood love, but no one knew what it really was.
Sara was in her room, finishing getting ready in front of a mirror. She looked at her face. She was fine, or at least she seemed so.
Seeing her reflection, she felt slightly bad, remembering that the mirror could catch a view of Dante's bed, where she always got ready and saw him there.
"It sucks to miss you," she commented and looked back at the mirror, adjusting the makeup under her eyes, trying to minimize the dark circles as much as possible.
While focused, she heard knocks on the door and stored her makeup, quickly putting it in a bag and started heading towards the door, opening it and coming face to face with a human girl. She had long black hair cascading down to the middle of her back and a school uniform.
"Akiko, good morning," Sara said with a crooked smile. Every day, Akiko woke up early and went to see how Sara was. She helped her make breakfast and cheered her up.
"Good morning," she said, making a V with her fingers, then entering the apartment.
"You know, using makeup to hide the dark circles isn't working," Akiko teased Sara and held her hand, pulling her and grabbing the bag Sara ended up bringing along and pulling out a sponge.
"Come here, let me fix that," she ordered with a smile, and Sara followed her. She didn't have much of a choice.
"Your mother contacted me," Akiko commented while fixing Sara's dark circles. "What did she say?" She questioned.
"Morgana returned to the tower, with no apparent success," Akiko said with sorrow, and Sara had no reaction. "I figured, Durandal disconnected a while ago."
"It wasn't just Morgana who returned," Akiko said a bit lower, she knew what it meant to mention that woman's name in vain and thought it better not to mention it, as many problems would soon arise.
"What happened?" Sara asked. "The Grand Duchess Scarlet... Cut off the Director's arm, she almost killed him actually. He went into a coma," Akiko reported with sorrow.
"Good for him," Sara said, without remorse or emotion, just pure gratitude. "The cause of this incident was his irresponsibility. Unfortunately, he's still alive," she added, showing zero empathy for the Director. Not that she was wrong, but this was something even Akiko knew was hard for Sara to say.
"Are you sure that's how you feel?" Akiko questioned, but got nothing but "It's still too early to feel happy about an arm being chopped off. If she already knows what happened, get ready for a mass genocide, and I will personally go to her to tell her what I know," Sara said and looked at Akiko firmly.
"They must die, no matter the cost," Sara said, her gaze seemed like an abyss. Akiko was scared, as if she was seeing a demon in front of her. She felt a chill down her spine.
"Sara, what's so great about that boy that you're like this? You're possessed, it's like you're someone else, I hardly recognize you," Akiko said.
"I loved someone, that's what happened. I decided to give myself to someone who gave me what I wanted, gave me something to strive for, gave me a reason to continue. My life was irrelevant until I met him. I had a will to live when I was with him, and that was for a short time, and I'm like this now. You'll never understand, you'll never understand because this is the fault of My Virtue.
Let me be, I'll never get better and I'll only feel good when the guilty are exterminated," Sara said with sorrow and looked into Akiko's eyes.
Sara's possessiveness was starting to get out of control.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC91: Spy x Vampire
"It seems we've won," Forki said with a smile. He had just received the news that Dante Scarlet was dead. After all, everything pointed to that: with Morgana isolating herself in the tower and Valentina almost killing Gaspar, it meant Dante was dead, or at least they thought so.
"Well, the partnership ends here," Alexander said, and everyone agreed. "I'm not involved in this," Elowyn said as she left, not even trembling, despite just finding out that Dante had been killed by Alexander, Ethan, and Forki. Something she completely disapproved of. Humiliating him was one thing, but killing him was another, something she never agreed with.
"Hey, you..." Alexander was about to finish, but an arm touched his shoulder; it was Ethan. "Leave her. She's trying to rid herself of guilt by placing it on others." He turned and looked at Seraphina, who was huddled, apparently afraid of something.
"Why are you like this? I thought you'd be the happiest," Ethan questioned, and Seraphina stood up slightly. "My family was almost destroyed after we put a restriction on the boy. I don't even want to think about what your families will suffer after this tragic end," she said, still slightly trembling, and walked away, without looking back.
She was too shocked to say anything, but now, knowing that Dante had been killed, she was going directly to Titania in hopes of gaining an advantage with this declaration.
"What do we have for this end of semester?" Forki questioned with a relaxed smile as he leaned back in the armchair.
"Our celebration, of course," Alexander said smiling, and Ethan agreed. "Who's coming?" he asked.
"My father is coming. He said he's been too idle lately," Alexander commented.
"I hope that crimson demon doesn't come to this party. Although we said to make it a memorial, didn't we?" Forki remarked.
"Yes, we'll have to keep up appearances," Ethan said and continued. "Besides, will that event really happen? Demonstrating techniques to each other to gather information isn't a bad idea, but a small competition? I don't understand why."
"Oh, come on. We didn't get to know the strength of all of us in the top ten. That sick one stole all the limelight. Think of it as a complete rematch."
As they conversed deeply, one person was inside the room uninvited. In fact, she had always been there from the beginning. After all, she had things to settle with Dante Scarlet, but not like these inferior beings. She had to repay the favor for her life, so... why not give Valentina a proper confession of the perpetrators of this incident?
Thus, a certain little bat stole an artifact from her father that completely hides her existence. Well, beings like Valentina, Vlad, and Gaspar easily sensed Elizabeth within that room, but idiots like these here? Never.
Elizabeth was transformed into a bat and perched on a nearby cupboard, listening and recording everything with a magical stone, while pondering what these idiots had just done.
"Seriously, I don't know what's in your heads... Didn't your parents warn you that the Pact was broken?" she questioned seeing the situation. Of course, she knew about Titania's expulsion from the council, as well as the contract breach, but it seemed these three had no idea what was happening.
She didn't know if it was pure stupidity or if someone was backing them up, but one thing she knew: this event... well, it was probably the best response to cause a four-way war, and she would be on the winning side. After all, she knew why the name Scarlet was so important to the vampires.
Elizabeth, still in bat form, flew out of the room through the back window. She had some plans in mind and returned to her room flying.
Quickly, she went to the mirror, whispered a few words, and her mirror turned into a portal. The portal connected directly to the Royal Hall of the Vampire King's Castle.
Elizabeth passed quickly and saw a man looking at her with hostility. How couldn't he? Elizabeth invaded the castle like a thief and stole an important artifact to play spy.
"Elizabeth Tapes," he said, and the girl quickly fell to her knees. "I accept your mother being a prankster and taking my things, but not you," he said putting force on the girl's body, who didn't flinch at all.
"I have a reason," she said, short and blunt, without any flattery. So Vlad decided to give his daughter a little credit and decided to hear what she had to say. "Explain yourself."
Elizabeth took the recording stone from her clothes and showed it to Vlad.
For six minutes, he listened to all the recordings with Alexander, Ethan, and Forki being extremely disrespectful to Dante, as well as describing how they threw him into the abyss while he looked "scared like a dog." Vlad slowly felt a lot of anger, mainly because the mastermind behind it all seemed to be Alexander, a werewolf.
Vlad doesn't care much about many things, but he despises the Werewolf King. Dante, being from the purest lineage in the whole Kingdom, makes insulting him an insult to all vampires. If vampires didn't have this feud with their own lineage, this would be different, but lineages are extremely important, especially among the vampire clans, Seusther, Bloodheart, and Silverheart.
Valentina, despite not serving the Kingdom, is one of the pillars that always keep the vampires at the height, unlike the others in the Vampire Kingdom. Valentina is a heroine. If news of her son's death spreads, not only Valentina but the Vampire Kingdom could be hit. Thinking about all this in a general way, Vlad made a decision.
"I understand. You did well... Keep this with you until I have a vision of how we can use this for good," Vlad said, and Elizabeth nodded, bowing and returning through the portal.
"You heard everything, didn't you? What do you think?" Vlad spoke, and a man emerged from the darkness. He wasn't very old and had a black beard. His body was slim and pale, but he had class. He was Vlad's butler, Nosferatu.
"Warning Valentina is of utmost importance, my King, but I think we can use this for something else," he said with a conspiratorial smile.
"Hm, tell me," Vlad ordered, showing interest. He was manipulative and calculating, but Nosferatu was much more than he.
"Siren Sirius Stela, the Werewolf Queen," Nosferatu said, and a smile appeared on both their faces. Two conspirators understanding each other was a divine scene to behold.
"The strongest female Werewolf, was subdued by Velkan a hundred and twenty years ago, a woman with the name Sirius, the ancient Werewolf Progenitor. She is the one who hates Velkan the most, despite having a son with him, Boris Sucellus, who by the way, hates his brother Alexander," Nosferatu pointed out, and Vlad listened calmly.
"It seems I'll have to invade that Wolf's territory again. Last time wasn't so pleasant," Vlad commented, remembering when Siren cut Vlad in half with a single move. Even though he knew she couldn't kill him, it was reasonably unexpected, making him wonder how Velkan, who is not a Progenitor, defeated her. If Vlad weren't a vampire progenitor, he would have been in a tight spot.
"I recommend you light Valentina's flames first; then, visit Siren to judge if revealing the information to her could result in Velkan's banishment. Thus, we can have the Wolves on a leash and Valentina without her explosive temper causing a war between three continents in a direct way.
We know what will happen, and surely she will become even more insane," Nosferatu concluded, waiting for his king's approval.
"Yes, go to the Werewolf continent and see where Siren is. If she's willing, invite her to my castle. If not, I'll personally visit her," Vlad said, and Nosferatu nodded, quickly disappearing.
"Damn it, Velkan, you idiot, your son condemned you! Hahaha!" Vlad laughed loudly when he soon felt a pair of arms going around his neck and biting his pointed ears.
"Oh, you're back?" Vlad questioned Liza, who was behind him.
"Yes, darling."
"And how was it?"
"The dungeon bathed with fire power," she commented with a mischievous smile. "I see, it seems Valentina is already back in control of everything."
"Where is she?" Vlad questioned, and Liza completed: "She's on the top floor of the White Tower. I couldn't even get close, so I used the Camouflage Device, and even then, I couldn't get within 20 km. They're wanting total silence."
"I see, it seems we have troubles."
"What troubles?"
"Our smart daughter found the culprits of the boy's death."
"What?"
"Alexander Sucellus, Forki Dolafor, and Ethan Smith."
"Damn!"
"Yes, I'll inform her before she starts a four-way war and devastates three continents because of a boy," Vlad commented as he pulled Liza onto his lap and massaged her hair.
"Would she do that?" Liza asked, but immediately: "Of course, she would. She almost killed her own Queen from your Kingdom," she replied.
Yes, Liza harbors grudges for the impalement thirteen years ago to this day. Perhaps that's why Elizabeth harbors resentment toward Dante. After all, her mother likes to relive that scene constantly in all dialogues referring to Valentina; don't doubt that she even alienated her daughter so she would never approach a Scarlet, even knowing what it means to be a Scarlet.
"Have you decided which side you're on?" Liza asked, and Vlad didn't even need to think. "Of course, I'll help a Scarlet."
"I see, is it to prepare the armies in case there's any trouble?" Liza asked.
"Hm, no, we won't interfere directly," Vlad smiled.
The most powerful vampire of modern times was having fun.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC92: Women Who Want Revenge
The sun rays fell upon Dante's face. It had been five days since he returned from the Dungeon, hoping that something would change upon consuming Eva's body, but he didn't think it would be this much. With the exponential growth of his body to withstand his powers, Dante's blood became denser and redder, which drove Valentina crazy as if she were intoxicated.
Not only did the taste and purity of his blood improve, but a new kind of ability was acquired: adaptability. What does this mean? He's not quite sure, but his body feels "lighter," the actions he desires are done more quickly, and his control over energies is completely abnormal. Even Demon Energy can be adapted, despite suffering minor damage to its core, which works at 120% capacity to support it.
According to his personal research with Morgana, who analyzed him with her magic, Dante is adaptable to three types of energy:
Mana, the most basic that living beings possess, and the main source of power in the World as a whole. Honestly, it's nothing special, as even ordinary humans possess it at an extremely low level.
Sacred Energy, which is generated only by having the blessing of the hero that the Heavenly Father granted him. Actually, it's not a granted blessing, but rather inherited through the "Legacy" of Arthur Pendragon. Although he finds it incredible, he doesn't use it because it's very weak.
This is because, according to Morgana, he's not yet ready to know the Legacy and Absorb it; he's just the "Receptacle."
And finally, Demon Energy, which doesn't have a specific generation. Even Dante can't understand how it works, but Nagasawa pointed out that he has great resistance to it because many times during the Dungeon he simply didn't feel the energy, as it was part of him.
Although Lilith's Horn has slightly transformed Dante into a more powerful Vampire, he doesn't understand what happened and thus left it for the future; probably at some point, he'll have to learn about it, even if it kills him.
Dante was lying down at the moment. He thought about everything that had happened and just wanted to be himself. The days passed quickly as he enjoyed himself with Morgana, Valentina, and Nagasawa. He was already thinking about something, but it was still too much for him.
He wanted to get up, but he couldn't. Two women held him in their voluptuous bodies, preventing his movements.
The two women hugged him possessively, not letting him make any move because they knew he didn't like waking them up. They used everything at their disposal to prevent him from waking up early.
"What am I going to do with you two?" Dante commented and heard two grunts, then two pairs of eyes opened and looked into his eyes.
"What a wonderful sight," he thought as he smiled slightly, caressing the women's heads. They were making good use of Dante's body change.
"Good morning, darling," they said in unison, and Dante smiled in response, "Good morning. Do you know where Nagasawa is?"
"She's sleeping in the guest room," Morgana commented as she gently got up, releasing one of Dante's arms that had already gone numb.
They stayed cuddled for a few more minutes, and Morgana suddenly got up, startling Valentina and Dante.
"Someone has invaded the Tower space; from the aura, it's the Vampire King!" she said quickly, and Valentina got up.
"Dante, go to the guest room; he won't sense you, we'll deal with this," Valentina said, and Dante agreed, going to Nagasawa's room.
Dante entered the guest room and realized that Morgana sealed him in another dimension. This means there's absolutely no possibility of Vlad finding him, but he just forgot one thing...
Never enter a woman's room without knocking.
Dante looked into the room and saw only a beautiful woman, sleeping in lingerie. He wanted to behave himself, but he didn't care at all and went to bed, lying down beside her, pulling a blanket and putting his arm around her neck. The sleeping Nagasawa simply hugged Dante's body.
"Hehe, even denying and using the excuse of wanting to think about it, you're already clinging to me like this unconsciously," Dante thought, mocking the situation.
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"Lady Morgana, Lady Valentina, Lord Dracula requests an audience," one of the witches appeared in Morgana's office.
"Let him in," she said, but she didn't need to, Vlad suddenly appeared in front, emerging from the witch's shadows.
"Rude as always, huh," Valentina commented. They changed their appearance completely, making it seem like Dante was truly dead. With magic, this was easy even to deceive Vlad, after all, Vlad isn't the best with Mana; he uses Blood for everything.
"I see you're in a terrible state," Vlad mocked. "If you came here to bother us, leave, Vlad," Valentina said, growling with anger.
"I didn't want to come, unfortunately, you wouldn't listen to me, would you, Scarlet?" Vlad questioned and took a stone from his suit, tossing it to Morgana.
"My daughter recorded this recently," Vlad said, and the recording began to play. Valentina and Morgana started to boil with anger as they listened to what they were saying until Valentina couldn't take it anymore and raised her aura with all she had, punching the table.
BONK!
Morgana's table broke completely and then evaporated, the smell of burnt oak rising thereafter.
"Motherfuckers!" she shouted, echoing throughout the tower, which trembled slightly. "Damn it, I'm going to kill that Wolf!" she screamed.
"Calm down, we already knew someone had planned this; it's not news," Morgana commented, but Valentina didn't calm down. "Look at the bright side; instead of going to war with 8 nations, it's only three now," Morgana said.
"Are you taking this as a joke? Do you want another war because of a simple boy?" Vlad asked seriously, and both stopped and looked at Vlad's face.
"Do you think we don't know what you've been saying about us since Dante first appeared?" Morgana questioned.
"Do you think we don't know about the insults and lack of respect that have persisted in the council?" Valentina said.
"Do you think we don't have control? At this moment, Gaspar is in a coma, my Shadows are already in Kryoris awaiting my command, my Valkyries are already heading to my homeland, Sasaki Kojiro and Musashi are already by my side. Joke? Funny? With one command, I'll kill Titana, with another, I'll take out the three, and with the last one, I'll go after the three kings.
You have no idea how much I want to clean the continent of that disgusting Wolf," Valentina said, her gaze filled with hatred, bitterness, and sadness. Were these feelings forged by knowing Dante was okay? Not at all, it was her real feeling.
"Valentina, don't let yourself be carried away, this old man came here to understand the situation to know which side to take," Morgana said, looking at Vlad's smile.
"You've already decided, haven't you? Go away already," Valentina said, growling; her patience was wearing thin.
"Siren Sirius Stela," Vlad said, and Valentina looked at him seriously; if there was a woman in the world she hated, it was Siren.
"Say that name again," Valentina summoned Gungnir and pointed it at Vlad's face. "Repeat it, and your face will turn into barbecue on a stick," she said, pointing the Flaming Spear at the window, ready to throw. But Vlad didn't react at all; he just stood there watching, and Morgana took the initiative; she was diplomatic.
"Calm down," Morgana commented again. "What does that bitch have to do with anything?" Morgana asked.
"I'm trying to remove Velkan from the throne; the death of the boy you both love so much was able to open this breach. With Siren plotting a civil war, with her on top, we'll gain more power to avenge your son," Vlad said, using Dante as an excuse to force Valentina to follow his plans.
"Vlad, do you really believe we'll follow this?" Morgana asked. "I thought you'd avenge your beloved husband," Vlad commented with a smile.
"A civil war in... We can use this," Morgana commented, analyzing the situation. "But it's a shame," she said.
"A shame?" Vlad questioned.
"We already have our plans, Vlad, don't count on us," Valentina said, Morgana nodded. "It's not that we don't want to help you, of course, we hate Siren so much that not even in our wildest dreams would we help you, but we have our own plan, and we'll take advantage of Velkan attending the winter festival," Morgana smiled at him.
"Or do you think we're going to let the vermin celebrate my son's death without doing anything just because a little Wolf will be there?" Valentina said, dismissing herself and disappearing into the flames.
"Be careful, Vlad, I suggest you start this plan with Siren quickly before the Festival starts because when it does... I'll wipe out the world if necessary," Morgana said, sitting in her chair and picking up the papers about Hellsing, which were overdue for days because of Dante's return.
"You seem quite rational for someone who lost her husband, despite the speeches," Vlad commented as he turned and began to walk.
"Humpf," she snorted. "He's gone, show yourself," Morgana commented, and Valentina returned to her side from the flames.
"Does he really want to involve Siren? Is he an idiot? Probably, if she becomes Queen, she might even gain Progenitor Characteristics, if she doesn't already have them and is competing with Velkan," Valentina commented as she sat on papers on Morgana's reconstructed table, which she had just magically restored seconds before.
"Honestly, it might be advantageous, and I doubt she'll become a progenitor or something like that. We don't know what guarantees a being to ascend as a progenitor. Let's just take advantage of this information," Morgana commented and snapped her fingers, putting the guest room back on the tower floor.
"Let's, he needs to know this information," Morgana said, and Valentina followed her. They both headed to the door and opened it.
When they opened it, they saw a scene that disgusted them a little: Dante was being swallowed by Nagasawa's large, semi-naked breasts, wearing only sexy black lingerie.
"Taking advantage of a delicate situation of a woman while she sleeps is not like you; I hope you're aware of the consequences," Morgana said in a nervous tone, her eyes closed, embodying a completely hypnotized Dante.
"Humpf," Valentina snorted, not even saying anything, just disapproving of the situation.
"Ask her if I'm bothering her. She was the one who hugged me, and she keeps pretending she's asleep," Dante commented, and Nagasawa trembled slightly.
Valentina's and Morgana's closed eyes hit the chocolate-colored woman provocatively dressed until she finally showed some kind of reaction.
"Seriously, you guys stress me out," she commented as she got up slightly and wiped her eyes. "You've been getting it on since we returned, isn't that fair?" Nagasawa said as she got closer to Dante and engulfed him in a hug.
"I thought you wanted 'some time to think' about your relationship with MY HUSBAND," Valentina exclaimed, clearly demonstrating jealousy.
"That's right. Since when do you have that right if you doubt your feelings for him? Get out of there, bitch!" Morgana growled, sounding like a wild beast.
Dante watched the scene for a few seconds; he couldn't help but do one thing... Laugh at the situation. He tried to hold it back, seriously, he tried hard, but how could he when his three beautiful girls were there?
"Hehehe," Dante chuckled, drawing the attention of the three women. "What's so funny, Dante?" Nagasawa asked.
Dante smiled and pulled her closer, embracing her from behind and resting her head on his chest.
"You're so cute, you know? Both of you. Do you want to make me even more in love?" he asked as he caressed Nagasawa, who buried her face in Dante's chest.
"Jerk," they said in unison.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC93: A Very Different Apology
The darkness was like a deep cave where any ray of sunlight would scarcely dare to penetrate. In this darkness, a blazing ray of light illuminated the entire place. The air was impregnated with the acrid smell of burning coal, sulfur, and the constant echo of hammer blows against metal reverberated on the rocky walls.
The atmosphere was rustic, a blend of warmth and chill; it was the forge of a dwarf. No, not just any dwarf, but the forge of the Dwarf King.
"Father?" Clovis's voice echoed, the hammer blows could be heard throughout the kingdom like a symphony; he grew curious and came to see.
Clovis was on his week off, where he decided to return home. Despite still pondering Dante's death, he didn't want to dwell on it and decided to return. He wanted to work in his forge, but upon returning, he heard his father's strikes and decided to find him to see what he was working on.
As he entered his father's forge, a cave supported by some sort of artificial volcano, he felt a different sensation.
Before him, upon a massive anvil, lay a piece of incandescent metal, still raw and rough. With skilled and precise hands, Baskev, the Dwarf king blacksmith, wielded his golden hammer with mastery, shaping the metal with firm and calculated strikes. Each blow was accompanied by a metallic clang, and the metal responded, bending and transforming under the smith's pressure.
As he worked, the dwarf murmured ancient words, intoned in a runic language, as if he were weaving together with the metal. His face was focused, his movements were rhythmic, and his expression revealed a mixture of passion and devotion to his craft. Clovis felt inspired seeing the combination, especially the material he was using: a combination of iron?
No, it was something more resilient; the shape? It was the head of a spear.
Clovis looked around and saw various destroyed hammers, piles of broken hammers that bore great damage, completely destroyed and unusable, while the sounds of hammering continued.
Clovis sat on the ground and watched attentively, beginning to absorb the knowledge his father lightly passed on as he hammered. Baskev was in a state of flow, using everything he had to forge what lay before him. The Fire Mana around the area began to react, lightly being absorbed by the material.
Clovis remained there just watching for several minutes, which felt like hours, but he stayed there in the extreme heat because he needed to understand what led his father to create such a weapon; he stayed there.
"Ahrg" Baskev sighed and sat on the ground, almost falling from exhaustion. He looked at the ground as the sweat from his entire body dripped onto the floor; everything was blurry, the effort he exerted far exceeded his capacity.
"Here." He heard the voice coming from behind him, and as he turned, he saw his youngest son holding a bottle of beer he liked the most. Clovis smiled, and Baskev reciprocated.
Baskev sat there, and Clovis sat beside him, looking at the piece in front of him: a beautiful blade of a spear.
"It's beautiful." Clovis commented as he felt inspired seeing such creation.
"I couldn't make it." Baskev commented with frustration. Despite using everything he had, the material was too primal. Valentina had told him about the material, but he never imagined it would be so difficult to work with.
"What do you mean you couldn't?" Clovis questioned, examining the blade more closely. "Ah, Demon Energy, what material is this?"
"The Horn of a Demon." Baskev commented, and Clovis nearly choked, quickly asking: "Who asked you to do this?"
"Valentina." He remarked, and Clovis fell silent, but he questioned, "Did she say what she would use this weapon for?"
"No, but I already presume what it is for, revenge." Baskev commented as he stood up. "I need to finish this."
"Father, have they confirmed his death?" Clovis asked, lowering his head slightly.
"I know about your interactions, but I believe so, due to how Morgana has been acting and Valentina, I believe they will do something at this winter festival," he said and concluded: "I won't be able to attend, but I recommend you stay away from the events, it could cost you your life, my son," he said, and Clovis nodded.
He was not a natural fighter, but he knew he couldn't get involved in something like that.
"Go talk to your mother, I need to finish this for that woman," Baskev said, and Clovis bid farewell.
Clovis was surprised by how the situation unfolded and decided to go his own way.
Challenge Hall
"Are you sure you don't want to fight tomorrow, Sara?" Akiko asked.
"Yes, I hold no more grudges, and I assume this 'tournament' is merely out of sheer obsession to outmatch opponents. I'm not interested," Sara replied as she read through the competition lists. Only those who wanted to fight put their names down; it wasn't easy to figure out who wanted to; several of them were men with egos as big as the clouds, especially the three idiots Sara despised.
"Hm, that one will be a fierce fight," Akiko pointed to the names of Alexander and Forki.
"An accident could happen, and they could both end up killing each other," she remarked offhandedly, causing Akiko to disbelieve her words.
"The Werewolf King is coming," Akiko commented. "I hope he burns for having a son like that creature," Sara retorted, annoyed.
"Okay, that's enough Sara! You're not like this!" Akiko exploded, she couldn't take the comments anymore and confronted Sara with everyone around watching the scene.
"Akiko, shut up," Sara said with a dark look. Akiko stepped back slightly and walked away, leaving Sara behind.
"Great, another idiot," Sara commented still neutrally, and walked away.
"Are you going to leave your best friend sad?" Sara heard a familiar voice, it was Elizabeth Tapes.
"I hope you're not here to annoy me too," she replied as she finished reading the names, indifferent.
"Scarlet," she said, and Sara immediately turned and stared at her angrily, waiting for Elizabeth to continue. "Not here, we need to talk."
Sara nodded, realizing something was wrong. Elizabeth would never approach her without reason, especially after what happened between them. Although Sara had treated her that way due to possessiveness over Dante, Elizabeth had never done anything to Sara, and there was no reason to treat her poorly. Deep down, Sara knew she was wrong, so she gave her a vote of confidence and followed Elizabeth.
Both went to Sara's apartment, which she used to share with Dante. Now it seemed empty and lonely.
"Make yourself at home," Sara said, and Elizabeth sat at the table. Sara took the leftover coffee made in the morning, heated it in the magic microwave, and handed a mug to Sara.
"So, what did you want to discuss?" Sara asked, and Elizabeth stared at her. "Before I tell you, could you talk to me about Dante?" Elizabeth asked casually, and Sara nodded.
"What do you want to know about him?" Sara questioned. Elizabeth, however, didn't know what to ask and fell silent. Sara saw that this wouldn't lead to anything and began to explain.
"At first, I thought he was like his mother, a disgusting and repulsive being who would kill for anything, as his mother's image has been propagated throughout history. But when I met him, I found him interesting," Sara commented.
"How so interesting?" Elizabeth asked.
"I can't explain it, I met him as he got into a fight in the admission line, I watched from afar and found it interesting how he handled the scene altogether. We ended up revealing ourselves when we took the test, we were the last ones, and all of you had gone; it turned out that... he exploded the Sage Sphere," Sara said, and Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. "Exploded?" Sara nodded.
"My talent is Celestial, but Dante's... it's above that, it's surprising, isn't it? I found it increasingly interesting, but the interest died quickly when I left that day, but fate fought strongly against me."
"The next day, I arrived late, I had overslept because I was really exhausted. When I arrived... I went into the remaining room since there weren't many things for me to do at school. It was a day before the ceremony, so I settled in first. As I saw the door a bit further away from the others, I thought it was a unique room but...
I was wrong and changed in the living room itself, I really wanted to change clothes soon, and that's where it started."
"What started?" Elizabeth asked curiously. "Dante saw me semi-naked," Sara revealed, and Elizabeth went silent.
The silence hung in the air, and now Dante was portrayed as a pervert, not even Sara had thought about it; she just kept recounting. A few minutes passed, and Sara finally started talking about their relationship.
"At first... I just took things that happened as nonsense, but slowly I kind of started to like him, you know? He's protective, he cares about me, he easily shows how important I am, compliments me, trains with me, supports me. I know, it's silly, but that's how I feel. I might be deluding myself, but as one of the Virtues, I know when something's wrong, and with Dante, it's different.
Since we exchanged swords, since we talked, had coffee together, trained, everything was peaceful... something I didn't feel with anyone except my mother. That's why I like him." Sara concluded, and Elizabeth, for the first time, smiled.
"I guess I was wrong about him. My mother... doesn't take the name Scarlet very well and always said absurd things about Valentina and Dante, so I was childish to antagonize him. That's why I came here, to make amends. Since he's no longer here, I'll apologize to you for everything I did and said," Elizabeth said as she stood up slightly and bowed.
"It's not necessary, Elizabeth... he wouldn't like something like that," Sara commented, but Elizabeth shook her head and took out another Recording Stone.
"This is my apology," she handed the jewel to Sara, who injected some mana, and a conversation began to be transmitted to her.
Sara began to wriggle with anger, her body began to tremble, and her eyes turned completely golden with power. Her blue hair changed to the deepest yellow, and her entire body began to glow.
Her Virtue activated fully, out of pure anger and injustice, the lack of humility in these beings caused the Ascension itself to categorize them as elimination targets.
Soon, Sara calmed down, her hair returned to normal, and she looked at Elizabeth. "Thank you, I know what to do."
As soon as Elizabeth left the room, Sara immediately went to the main hall to register for the battle event, but unfortunately, she never got to fight anyone, at least had any contact with the one she wanted most alive; she could never forget that event, and Dante's Death.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC94: Getting Ready To Kill
The Winter Festival is an eagerly anticipated celebration by students, representing the first truly significant commemoration and the first official event of Kryoris. While the duration and intensity of the season may vary, winter holds a special place in people's hearts, bringing with it a unique sense of magic and charm.
In many places, the landscape transforms into a fairy tale setting, covered by a white, glistening blanket of snow, but in Kryoris, a region located in a tropical part of the Nightsphere planet, this picturesque view is a rarity.
Winter in Kryoris is a singular and peculiar experience. Although the snow, so associated with the Christmas climate, is absent, the season still carries a special atmosphere. It's a period when temperatures drop, and a cool breeze sweeps through the lush forests and majestic mountains of the region. Nights are longer, enveloping the landscape in an aura of mysticism and serenity.
The night sky becomes a spectacle in itself, adorned with sparkling stars and occasionally the dance of the northern lights.
The Winter Festival in Kryoris will celebrate the end of the first semester. Students have prepared and eagerly anticipated this celebration, especially those in their first year. It wasn't just the school organizing the festival; seasonal markets come to life, offering a variety of local delicacies, skillfully crafted handicrafts, and unique gifts.
Culinary delights warm the hearts and stomachs, with traditional dishes celebrating the flavors of the season, from hot soups and stews to tempting sweets made with fresh seasonal fruits.
The whole city was bustling after the authorization to hold such a festival, resembling the New Year period. Kryoris was a central city, a capital, and so everything was concentrated in one place. Not only were the inhabitants of Kryoris present, but even rulers from other cities, kings, and queens came to the festivity.
Vlad was one of them, who was in the city disguised with Lisa, enjoying the downtime.
The Festival would last almost a week, actually, it would be five days, and Vlad resolved the issues with Siren and Nosferatu, clearing his schedule for vacation during those days. Not only Vlad was in the city, Lyriana was having fun at a casino while Velkan was in the Red Light district, engaging with prostitutes. Each had their own lifestyle.
Despite repudiating the actions of Forki, Alexander, and Ethan, it was a great idea to create the festival. Not only did it benefit them in humiliating Dante, but many people gained from it, especially the Fortune Witches. The Wealth Witch was strengthening her arsenal of contracts throughout the city.
Not only her, but the witches began to make a lot of money with magical items, alchemists were back on top with potions, and even the Elves were mobilizing to make money with hunting and herbology.
In summary, they should be rewarded for such an act of humiliation! Dante was now even richer, as Hellsing received several school contracts, the White Witches of Morgana were busy selling knowledge. This was going too well, even Dante was surprised by it.
He didn't expect the world to turn so easily in this way and for a "Silly Winter Festival" to become a major commercial movement for an entire capital. He couldn't help but be completely annoyed to know that this idea came from those idiots he was going to kill, or rather, Devastate.
At this moment, it was nighttime. Dante and Nagasawa were disguised and having a "meeting" in the city. Well, it wasn't really a meeting. Morgana gave the wolf skins to a merchant named Luccy Rigorne, a fashion enthusiast who has several contracts with the witches. She's like the personal stylist of several witches. At this moment, Dante and Nagasawa were heading to her shop, called "Insights Luccy".
"It looks like we've arrived," Nagasawa said as he looked at the building in front of him, which had three floors and was filled with ornaments. Nagasawa had black hair and Dante had white hair. Their clothes were common and they wore sunglasses, at night... Well, everyone dresses as they want, right?
"Yes, let's go in," Dante said, and they both opened the door. Inside, the atmosphere was bright, luxurious, and completely golden, with gold even in the seats. Clearly, a store for rich people, something Dante had never seen, to be honest.
"Hello, how may I assist you?" A woman wearing a black suit appeared. She was nothing special, just seemed to be an employee.
"We've come on behalf of Lady Morgana Arcano," Dante said, showing a White Tree Crest to the attendant, who quickly bowed. "I will summon the owner immediately, my lord," she said and hurried away.
"It seems Morgana's name means something," Dante said, receiving a sharp look from Nagasawa. "How can you say that? Morgana is the next Queen, of course she has a big name," she commented, and Dante stared at her deeply. 'How did I not know this information? I thought Morgana wouldn't want to take the throne,' he thought, recalling some conversations about her possessions and duties.
"Despite thinking that Lyra must be returning by the looks Morgana has been making related to ruling," Nagasawa commented.
"Lyra?" Dante asked, he knew Morgana had two sisters, who by the way, the one who is her age hasn't shown up at the Kryoris Academy since day one.
"The middle sister, she's somewhat... complicated," Nagasawa explained, but when he was about to ask, a woman descended the stairs. She was tall and slender, with a graceful and confident posture.
She wore a black dress in a blend of classic and modern, looking captivating to Dante's eyes, with long curly black hair cascading down her shoulders contrasting with her amber eyes and impeccable lightly tanned skin. She had fashion on her side clearly.
"Hello, Lord Dante Scarlet, or Dante Arcano? I'm not sure how to address the potential Witch King, my name is Luccy Rigorne, I'll be your personal stylist from now on," she said with a friendly smile on her face. Dante didn't even have time to register what she had said, there were so many absurdities at once.
"Witch King? Him? And Dante Arcano? Oh damn, he hadn't even thought about what his name would be when he got married, would it be Dante Scarlet Arcano? Damn, even for him it was confusing."
"Oh, it seems you didn't even have time to think about it, shall I just refer to you as Scarlet for now?" She knew how to conduct a conversation, she was lively and charismatic.
"Yes, that's fine," Dante replied, and she continued, "You must be Nagasawa Yamata, Morgana informed me about the circumstances of the two of you, so I asked you to come at this time." She explained and walked on showing the way.
"Is there a way for information to leak?" Dante questioned Luccy, who promptly gave him a smile.
"The contracts we have with the witches prevent any witch from entering here or hearing what's here, besides that the employees are widely instructed by death contracts if anything leaks out of here, this place is a vault of secrets, we have to ensure excellent service for all customers, right?" She said with a smile and finally reached an open room "Welcome to my beautiful workshop," she said looking at them and opened her arms and then, various outfits began to appear.
Overcoats, Suits, Boots, Bags, Coats, Wristbands, Gloves, chokers, Leather clothes and what caught Dante's attention the most, a red coat with wolf fur in shades of wine and red, with black leather details.
"First, Sir, I'll give you all the clothes we made with the rare material you brought, as a courtesy I also prepared something quite... unique. Let's say." She said with a smile and started showing the clothes to Dante.
Dante observed all the clothes, Luccy not only made clothes for him, but for Valentina and Morgana, as well as Nagasawa. Apparently, Morgana gave a good amount of gold to Luccy to become a sort of literally personal stylist. Dante thought it was just for now, but no, it seemed to be a lifelong contract.
While Dante looked at the clothes, he only thought about the Red Overcoat, or coat as he preferred to call it, he saw that and it was love at first sight, he always loved the red tone, this is reflected by Valentina and this overcoat was all he wanted, he took black pants, a long boot and the overcoat with a black shirt underneath.
"Luccy," Dante said and the woman looked at him immediately as Nagasawa came out of the dressing room, Nagasawa wore a full leather outfit biker style, he put on gloves and chokers and a boot full of thorns.
"Yes, Master Dante?" She questioned.
"Can I bring the beast skins I catch for you?" He said with a mischievous smile and Luccy seemed to agree and just nodded "Whenever you need."
"I understand, I'll treat you as a personal friend," Dante said and started to leave.
"Let's go Nagasawa," Dante said sucking all the clothes into his spatial ring. "We'll do Business Luccy!" Dante said waving as he grabbed a pair of red-lensed glasses, Nagasawa held his right arm, he left his hair completely white again.
He already looked like a certain someone.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC95: Not Everything Is How You Want
Dante was using a Morgana artifact to conceal his existence. At that moment, he hovered over the entire city of Kryoris with his four demonic wings spread open, which were getting larger and larger. Dante found this strange, but decided to worry about it later. There were a few hours left until the possible end of the line.
He focused as he waited for news from Valentina, who had gone to see the Dwarf King.
"It seems like the time is coming," Dante said, landing at the entrance of Kryoris. It was early morning, and with the directory weakened, no one had the level to detect his presence besides Musashi and Sasaki, but he knew they wouldn't interfere. It was a serene night; the stars were aligned, and the city lights resonated throughout the capital.
Laughter and celebrations could still be heard echoing throughout the capital. Children ran through the streets, having fun, while adults enjoyed their leisure time. However, Dante was immersed, or rather submerged, in destructive thoughts.
He opted for total annihilation. This path was the worst, but he didn't care. When he returned from the dungeon, he decided to move forward like his mother, realizing that being that way was the easiest and most logical. Being quiet and calm, or leaving others alone and maintaining a noble posture, didn't help. Beings can only speak through force, so Dante would use that.
He walked through the halls of the Academy calmly. Even if they saw him, they wouldn't believe it was him. After all, much had changed: his hair was longer, his face more robust, his size was larger, almost 6'1" in height. His aura as a whole had changed a lot.
Dante's aura was now oppressive. The near-death experiences he had lived in that dungeon, the number of beings he had decimated, shattered, and absorbed into his blood, was enormous. Dante was a mass of negative energy, his aura was sinister, and sometimes it affected the environment if he didn't control it.
This was Dante's true current level. He had power, although he wasn't an expert in anything. He still had a long way to go to reach Valentina. Even with the occasional boosts, he didn't feel worthy of Valentina, and this fueled his fury.
Dante heard murmurs, loose conversations, and laughter from all the rooms he passed. His hearing was impeccable compared to before, his instincts had improved, his perception had improved. As he walked, he finally found someone: a girl sitting on a window, watching the stars.
Her blue hair flowed in the wind while Dante just observed her, staying in the darkness to avoid being located by his divine sense.
Dante spent several minutes watching Sara, who looked at the stars until she finally showed something. She raised her hand and looked at the sky as if trying to grasp something.
"I hope you rest well in the stars. My god punished me to love someone who is gone forever. That must be my sin, my eternal punishment," Sara murmured in harmony, as if talking to someone.
"The virtue of humility fell in love with a being of evil origins and was condemned to love a dead man forever. Pff," she laughed as she spoke. "Seems like a big punishment for someone as small as me."
Dante was moved and began to approach, but when he was about to touch Sara, she suddenly moved away and heard footsteps coming from the hallway.
"I found you," Elizabeth said as she looked at Sara. "You have to sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day," she said, and Sara nodded.
"Even without Durandal, I am still the strongest," Sara said, following Elizabeth, who had a smile on her face.
Dante stood there, observing the whole situation calmly. His thoughts quickly disappeared, and he sighed in relief.
"I'm glad you sorted things out. I'm glad you're not alone," he said and threw himself backwards out of the window, opening his wings and flying. He returned to the top of the tower and continued to glide until he heard a strange sound, and the sky slightly cracked into a rift.
"It's good to see that you're alive," Dante heard and showed no interest in seeing the man's face; it was obvious he knew who it was.
"How has she been?" Dante asked the white-haired man who appeared beside him.
"She has loved you too much," Sasaki replied calmly. "Have you kept an eye on her?"
"Of course. I knew you would come back. I wanted to do you a favor," Sasaki said with a laugh.
"I hope you'll charge me for it later. I don't like owing anything to anyone," Dante said, and another voice emerged.
"I hope you don't destroy the world in a war."
"We know that will be impossible. It's submission or death," Dante commented with a smile. "You've changed," Musashi said, lightly smiling, noticing Dante's progress.
"Not enough to become a spear master," Dante commented.
"In your own time, boy. And I'm not talking about technique," Musashi said, laughing.
"I know. I'm informing you because I know you're curious," Dante retorted and turned to face the two teachers.
"I didn't come just for Sara," Dante said, and both nodded. They already figured Dante had appeared in Kryoris to talk to them.
"Go on, what does Valentina want-" Musashi began, but was interrupted by Dante's hand.
"I came as Dante, not as a messenger. I know you two aren't afraid of my mother and pretend just to keep up appearances. I'm not here as Scarlet, just as Dante," he said, causing both to slightly lower their guard.
"Tell me, is something wrong?" Sasaki asked, and Dante nodded. "Protect the students tomorrow, and don't directly intervene. The safety of uninvolved students is a priority," Dante said seriously, and both shifted positions.
"So you already have your target," Musashi said, and Dante nodded. "Alright, kid, but you'll owe us a favor."
"I owe you two then, thank you, masters." Dante bowed in gratitude, a typical Japanese greeting that both felt the weight of what Dante was doing, especially as a Scarlet.
Dante felt something poking him and a mental message arrived; he faintly heard a voice.
"Gentlemen, I need to go. Thank you for the conversation; I hope we can be friends and not teacher and student in the future," Dante said smiling and made another greeting, disappearing into black flames.
"He changed," Sasaki said, and Musashi nodded. "Changed a lot."
Dante appeared in the middle of the room and saw Valentina sitting on the table with her legs crossed, something on her back covered by a cloth.
"Are you ready?" Dante asked, and Valentina smiled, tossing the "gift" to Dante, who skillfully caught it, but he didn't open it, just stored it in the ring.
"Aren't you going to check?" Valentina asked, "It's not weapons, but men who win wars," Dante commented, and a smile appeared on the Redhead's lips. She was loving this new way of Dante; it's a pity.
As night enveloped Kryoris in a cloak of darkness, a sinister presence stealthily approached. Like a creeping shadow, two unknown figures emerged before the imposing main gate of the city, their silent footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night.
"The plan must proceed. With the director out of the scene thanks to Valentina, we can finally obtain what we came for," one of them pronounced, their tone laden with malice as a twisted smile adorned their lips.
The companion nodded in agreement, her countenance obscured by darkness. "The master has entrusted us with a task of great magnitude. After deciphering part of the ancient script in the Ancient Records of Akasha, he is obsessed with this black orb," she murmured, lightly caressing a staff whose aura pulsed with dark energy.
"We will bind Valentina to the curse tomorrow. The dart will serve as a bridge between her mind and body, allowing us to manipulate her into becoming the instrument of this city's destruction," the woman proclaimed with a disturbing smile that revealed the hidden anxiety and excitement behind her cold, empty eyes.
"You seem eager for this," he observed, a slight shiver running down his spine as he contemplated the intensity of the woman's emotion towards the sinister plan.
"How could I not be? With just one stroke, we can eradicate countless rulers and plunge this land into total darkness. I am boiling with anticipation," she replied, her voice laden with a macabre euphoria that echoed through the night air.
A heavy sigh escaped the man's lips, a mixture of resignation and displeasure manifesting on his countenance. "Tsk, why the hell did they put me to work with this lunatic," he grumbled, his own doubts and fears fueling the unease that gripped him.
"We'll see who'll have the last laugh," he whispered to himself, as he contemplated the sinister unfolding of their dark plans, aware that the fate of Kryoris hung in the balance between light and shadow, between hope and desolation.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC96: The Official Event
Have you ever wondered what motivates you to move forward? Whether it's work, family and friends, a goal, a dream or even a video game that you really want to play. We always move forward, even in the face of distractions or problems that try to knock us down, we always pursue what we want. Our world has always been driven by the driving force of our own existence and will.
Imagine if everyone disappeared and only you were left there, watching. How would you feel? Or better yet, how would you feel if everything was taken away from you in the blink of an eye? That would be a big problem, wouldn't it?
Overnight, you would become nothing but emptiness, with absolutely nothing. Your family died, your prospects were crushed, and your dreams were shattered because none of it mattered to you anymore. You were alone and nothing would change that. You fell into an abyss with no expectation whatsoever.
Dante, now, was between the beginning and the end. It had been endless days suffering underground, without seeing the light of day. He had lost everything. Durandal had become corrupted, his wives were distant, and, above all, people betrayed him for nothing, driven only by pure childish envy.
Reflecting, could they possibly be categorized as children? They are petty beings raised to, perhaps one day, inherit everything their parents built. But, let's be honest, does that really matter? If they were to inherit, it would mean they did nothing to deserve it, contributed nothing, and grew up with the role of taking on such a position, with no merit whatsoever.
In Dante's words, they are "disgusting leeches."
He never cared about these trivialities because his mother was immortal, he was immortal. His existence itself was powerful. A Supreme Mage trained him and a Godslayer welcomed him. He was the perfect combination of a creature of pure Chaos, a different kind of Vampire, capable of withstanding Holy Energy and Demonic Energy, a unique being.
Dante was arrogant, immature, and sometimes confused. After all, it's complicated to live two lives and have your memory fragmented into pieces throughout your existence. It's more noteworthy to say that Dante is only thirteen years old and erases the years lived from his past life. After all, he doesn't even know who he is.
The point here is: why did he have to go through all this? He never killed anyone, never attacked anyone without reason. But now, did it matter? No, of course not. Why would he need to care? He already died once, spent four months underground, declared dead while cleaning out a dungeon.
Now, he had only one goal in mind. Protect his beloved? Maybe another day. Enjoy time with the people he loves? He would have plenty of time later. Train to become stronger?
He could become strong for all eternity alongside the important people.
He decided to do something he had wanted to do for a long time. In fact, he wanted to have done it before, but now he didn't have so much to lose. After all, who could do something now? Wasn't that how they decided?
From the skies, Dante watched the world spinning. His demonic wings already had a span of ten meters, both four wings.
"Are you sure about this?" Beside him, a woman appeared, Nagasawa.
"Yes, I will erase at least one of this world now," Dante commented, wearing the red overcoat, and his long red hair hovered in the air with a tone of sovereignty.
As he watched the Academy, "Another Tournament is starting!" The Idol Fox shouted into the magical microphone. Akemi had become a great entertainment icon in recent months, being considered an Idol on "social media," although Dante didn't even know what social media is.
"As it is an official event, we will be conducting it based on official rules! No dirty tricks, only honor and friendly battles!" She roared to the audience who shouted with excitement. This was the fourth official arena, a kind of coliseum made exactly for such events.
Several people from various nations were present. It was a tournament open to the public. The academy buildings were closed, but civilian passage was open. Merchants could enter Kryoris and, currently, the Werewolves were acting as main guards, a bit ironic coming from the Werewolves, who are not used to much organization. But their King, Velkan Sucellus, was present.
The sun hung high over the arena, casting its golden light on the crowd gathering to witness the fights of the young of this generation. They yearned to see the youngest warriors of the continent, who were eager to prove their skill and strength.
"As a special guest, who will be the judge of the battles! He, the one who rules all the Wolves! The Alpha among the Alphas! The Sovereign of the Werewolf Kingdom! Velkan Sucellus!" The Fox announced, and everyone looked at the Werewolf King who entered the Arena, sitting in a kind of VIP area, close to the fights. Beside him were two Werewolf women.
"Didn't expect to have so many people," Velkan sighed, seeing the exorbitant number of people in the arena. Despite this, he didn't feel lesser. On the contrary, he was eager to see what his son would show him.
"Vampires," one of the women growled as she observed the other side of the Arena. "Calm down," Velkan sighed.
In the distance, on the other side of the Arena, "Boris, your father looks like an idiot," the redhead said as she looked at the Werewolf King.
"He is. Glad this will end," Boris revealed as he leaned on the iron bars of the stands and watched the atmosphere.
"Oh, this is interesting. Something's going to happen?" The Feline asked as she did the same as Boris.
"Who knows?" He replied with a smile. "Oh, come on, tell me! I'm anxious!" She roared as she pushed Boris's muscular arms.
"Katarina, Scarlet's death was confirmed last night," Katarina heard the voice coming from behind her, it was Aren.
"Hm, do you believe that?" Katarina questioned and Aren raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" She said.
"Hm, nothing. Just asking. I don't believe it, especially being trained by Morgana and Scarlet. If he's dead, I really made a mistake for the first time in my life, but I don't make mistakes. I'm perfect. So, please, just wait," Katarina said with an arrogant smile.
'Crazy woman,' Aren sighed.
The sounds of drums began to resonate throughout the arena, and a bell was rung, catching everyone's attention. This was the first duel.
"It seems it's starting," Dante commented as he appeared at the main entrance.
"What do you want with this?" Nagasawa asked.
"Let's just watch," Dante said, and they both flew and sat at the top of the Colosseum, where no one would see them, besides the artifact to hide their presence.
Dante just wanted to wait, but it seems that not even his women could stand still in this situation.
"Damn," he murmured seeing something approaching the Arena, with a gigantic devouring aura, a relentless thirst for blood, and above all, extreme rage.
At an absurd speed, a red blur appeared in the sky, making everyone bow under the pressure. But it was different, it wasn't the usual pressure that would kill people. It was a light pressure?
"It seems they started without me," the woman wearing a black dress began to descend towards Velkan who trembled slightly. How wouldn't he tremble? He knew his son had killed this woman's son.
"It's good to meet you, Werewolf King," the strongest Vampire in history sat next to the King.
"I didn't expect to see you here, Valentina Scarlet," Velkan said lightly in a respectful tone, despite the lack of class.
"I wanted to relax a bit after going through mourning," she said in a sad tone and Velkan commented "I'm sorry for your beloved, it was a fatality. I hope he's resting well in heaven," he thought about Dante's death.
'Damn disgusting,' Valentina thought.
"Wow! We have the illustrious presence of the strongest Vampire! Applause for Valentina!" Akemi commented to try to lessen the weight, but it didn't work. Even the spectators weren't happy with this woman's presence.
"Start already," Valentina said, and Akemi trembled slightly and started the battles.
Akemi began summoning opponents one by one, while Dante remained in the sky, observing. Although he considered all the fights horrendous, he soon lost interest in the event. After all, why waste time with such insignificant adversaries? His willingness to watch completely disappeared when Valentina appeared. Her mere presence was enough to distract the weaker opponents, causing them to fight poorly.
Yes, Valentina's intimidating aura caused complete disorientation in the most vulnerable.
Meanwhile, the Witches surrounded the school, initiating Dante's Plan to take full control of Kryoris and prevent any potential setbacks.
The barrier over Kryoris was beginning to be planned, everything was going well, for now.
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