My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Dante stepped onto the blackened ground of the Ninth Circle of Hell, immediately feeling the oppressive negative energy as soon as he entered the environment. The air was thick with demonic miasma so dense it almost felt solid. The heat was suffocating, emanating from rivers of lava that slithered like burning streams through the cracks in the earth. Above, the sky was a black abyss, red lightning sporadically flashing across it, briefly illuminating the chaos around him.

"I'm so far from the heart of Hell..." Dante murmured. Even with his sharp vision, capable of seeing miles ahead, he couldn't spot the World Tree in any direction.

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Then he heard a distant roar and saw thousands of demons of all sizes and types, all staring at him as if he were prey.

Demons with bizarre and grotesque shapes scattered all around him.

Some crawled like giant insects, their shells gleaming in the light of the lava, while others walked upright, with horns stretching like twisted branches.

There were also flying creatures with membranous wings that emitted sharp screams, echoing through the infinite void.

Dante watched the scene calmly, though his body was on alert. Every step he took seemed to drain his energy, the miasma trying to invade his mind and corrode his soul.

"So, this is where it all ends," he murmured, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence. "The throne of Hell is still far away... It's going to take me a while to find that damn tree."

He began to walk, his presence attracting the demons, who began moving toward him, their eyes glowing with hunger and malice.

A wave of demons approached, their monstrous forms twisting in frenzy. Dante stopped, quickly assessing the situation. "Useless," he muttered, spinning his spear with mastery.

The first demons charged, their claws ready to tear him apart. Dante reacted with precision, swinging his spear in a devastating arc. The first group was cut in half, their bodies falling into the lava and evaporating instantly. But more kept coming, like an endless tide.

Dante used the power stolen from Hunger, unleashing a wave of energy that consumed dozens of enemies at once. "You're nothing but trash," he said, but the fight was draining his energy faster than expected. With each strike, the miasma seemed to invade his body more, making his movements heavier.

Suddenly, the ground beneath him trembled, and a gigantic creature emerged. A demon with scaly skin, four arms, and flaming eyes roared as it hurled a shower of lava at Dante. He barely dodged, the lava burning part of his cloak.

"Now we're talking," Dante smiled, advancing toward the monster. He used his speed to dodge its attacks, leaping over the demon and stabbing his spear into its neck. The demon howled but didn't fall. Instead, it grabbed Dante with two of its arms, trying to crush him.

Dante struggled to break free, channeling the power of Hunger once again. "You want to devour? How about being devoured?" He unleashed an explosive burst of energy directly into the creature, which finally fell, its body disintegrating into the lava.

He breathed deeply, wiping sweat from his brow. The suffocating heat and the persistent miasma made the Ninth Circle a true test of endurance, even for someone like him.

"If Hell's like this all over, no wonder no one has come this far," he murmured, adjusting the Rebellion on his back as his eyes scanned the infernal horizon.

The terrain was a labyrinth of lava, black rocks, and fire pillars that appeared without warning. However, there was something else. A constant, oppressive feeling of being watched. He knew other demons were nearby, waiting for the right moment to attack.

Dante glanced at the burning black sky before hearing the sharp sound of a high-pitched scream from above. He looked up and saw a swarm of flying demons descending rapidly, their sinuous forms cutting through the air with precision. Their wings, huge and membranous, beat forcefully like bats, while twisted faces displayed rows of sharp teeth, ready to tear into his flesh.

"Ah, how delightful... more fun," Dante murmured, his smile full of disdain as he expertly spun his spear in his hands. "Come on, come at me."

The demons attacked in perfect sync, their bodies moving like a storm of shadows through the air. With their sharp claws, they dove toward Dante, who braced for the impact. But he wasn't a mere target. He dodged with impressive agility, leaping to the side with a fluid, swift motion, feeling the hot wind of the battle brush against his face.

A burst of black miasma was shot from one of the creatures, and Dante threw himself backward at the last second, the poisonous energy passing by him and spreading across the ground. He used the spear to deflect another attack, its blade cutting through the air with precision. The first demon that approached was quickly struck by the spear's tip, its body crashing to the ground with a thud.

But as he knocked one down, two more emerged, their sharp claws closing in on Dante's back. The pressure of their claws against his cloak made him react instantly, grunting and spinning his spear. With a swift movement, he unleashed a horizontal strike, slicing the air with a wave of concentrated energy that shredded the flesh of both demons.

However, that wasn't enough to stop the assault. A third demon was already preparing to grab his spear. Dante didn't hesitate. He released another shockwave with a simple spin of the spear, an explosion of energy that sent the enemies flying. They were hit with such force that some fell into the lava, being immediately consumed by the fusion of fire and melted rocks.

But the demons didn't retreat. They seemed endless, an inexorable tide of creatures bent on his destruction. Dante, with his sharp gaze, quickly realized he wouldn't get a break until he cleared the path ahead. The air around him grew thicker with the smoke of the miasma, making his breath harder to draw.

One of the demons lunged at him, its claws open, ready to tear him apart. Dante didn't have time to dodge, so he used his spear to block it, redirecting its trajectory and making the creature pass over him. He propelled himself forward with a leap, driving the spear into the monster's chest. The demon shuddered and tried to pull away, but the force of the impact destroyed its heart of rotten flesh, causing it to fall to the ground with a horrible scream.

"You... are just a bag of bones walking," Dante mocked, a fierce smile on his lips. He pulled the spear forward, preparing for the next attack.

Two more winged demons advanced simultaneously, their mouths open, releasing bursts of black miasma and acid. Faster than them, Dante dropped to the ground and rolled to the side, moving away from the impact of the energies. He then sprang up in a fluid, precise motion, cutting one of their wings with a diagonal strike. The demon fell, but before it could recover, Dante leaped forward and pierced its skull with a direct thrust of the spear. Explore more stories at empire

"Is that enough?" Dante laughed, his eyes gleaming with impatience. "I'm not that easy, you bastards."

Just as he said that, another group of demons appeared, and this time, they were in greater numbers. Dante knew it would be a relentless fight, but he was ready to continue.

He spun the spear with precision, cutting through the air and striking the flesh of the enemies that came toward him. Each blow seemed to resonate like thunder, and the impact of the blades on the demons' flesh echoed throughout the battlefield. He was constantly moving, a deadly dance of attacks and dodges. Each strike of his spear was stronger and faster, the energy he channeled manifesting in bursts of force that tore through the monsters with lethal precision.

The battle seemed endless, but Dante didn't falter. He was determined to clear the path. Each movement he made was calculated and cold, his eyes analyzing and predicting the enemies' movements. He knew that if he left any openings, the demons would take advantage.

Finally, the last of the demons fell, its body shattering before being consumed by the lava. Dante stood still for a moment, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, but his expression showed no sign of fatigue. He wiped the spear's blade on his cloak and repositioned it over his shoulders.

"That was... boring," he said, his eyes turning to the remains of the demons. "Looks like I'll have to find something more interesting."

Dante then looked ahead, his steps echoing in the silence that followed the battle. The terrain before him was clearer, and he could sense the presence of something greater, something waiting for him. He knew that further ahead, he would find something far more difficult to face than these winged demons.

"I'm getting closer," he muttered to himself, with a satisfied smile. "Now the real fun will begin."