My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

"It impresses me that you're here, without even understanding half of what this has become," the dragon said, her deep, melodic voice rumbling like distant thunder as a smug smile formed across her colossal face. Her eyes glowed like red stars, brimming with unwavering arrogance.

"What impresses me more is that you had the nerve to face me after all of this," Dante replied, crossing his arms as an even more provocative grin spread across his face.

The dragon let out a low chuckle, like a storm rolling on the horizon. "Arrogance or ignorance?" she questioned, tilting her massive head slightly, as though studying an intriguing puzzle.

Dante shrugged nonchalantly. "Who knows?" He then pointed his sword at her, the blade shimmering with demonic energy. "But if you're so curious, why don't you come down here? Let's settle our... differences."

Mary Rose, or what remained of her in that draconic form, smiled again, this time with a touch of malice. "You've always been like this, haven't you? So confident, so impatient." Her voice echoed across the land, filling every corner. "But maybe you should save that bravado... for another time. I think you should go check on your wives."

Dante's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, calculating stare. Her words echoed in his mind like a blaring alarm. Without hesitation, he closed his eyes and unleashed his aura, spreading it across the kingdom like an invisible wave, scanning every corner, every crevice. It was an extension of his very existence, a task he could perform effortlessly.

But what he found—or rather, what he didn't find—made his heart stop for a brief moment. Emptiness. No connections. No traces. Nothing.

He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze now laden with an intensity that was almost suffocating. "What did you do?" he asked, his voice low but carrying a threat so heavy it seemed to weigh down the air around them.

Mary Rose let out a soft laugh, like the grinding of a thousand blades being sharpened. "Ah, now you're taking this seriously. Perhaps it's too late, Dante. Perhaps... you've been so arrogant that you forgot to protect what truly matters."

The aura surrounding Dante began to grow, dark and oppressive, pulsing like a malignant heartbeat. He didn't respond immediately, his fists clenching as the ground beneath him began to crack under the pressure of his energy. His breathing slowed, becoming more controlled, but there was a burning rage behind every movement.

"I'll ask you one more time," he said, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. "What. Did. You. Do?"

Mary Rose tilted her head to the side, a cruel smile playing on her lips as her eyes gleamed with malice. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" she taunted, her voice dripping with venom. Slowly, she raised a hand and pointed toward the horizon, where a pile of bodies lay stacked like discarded refuse. "I left their cold corpses... together."

Dante turned his head toward where she was pointing, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. His eyes fixed on the pile in the distance, a tangled mass of familiar forms, and something inside him shattered.

The black-and-gold aura surrounding Dante began to pulse, first slowly, then in uncontrollable bursts, like an impending explosion. The ground beneath him started to crack and quake, while the sky above seemed to darken further, as though Hell itself was answering his fury.

"Mary..." he whispered, his voice almost inaudible but carrying a threat so absolute that even the winds around them seemed to cease. He took a step toward the pile, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped Rebellion.

As he drew closer, the outlines of the figures became clearer. Valentina, Morgana, Nagasawa, Aaralyn, Sara... All of his wives—or what was left of them—were grotesquely piled together. Dry blood stained their clothes and weapons, their bodies frozen in positions that spoke of a fierce fight to the bitter end.

Elsewhere, Alice, Lilith, Vex... with dismembered bodies and lifeless eyes... Lyrianna, Aldria, and Velryna too, all dead...

Something inside Dante shifted. The pain that pierced through his chest wasn't just rage—it was a devastation so profound it threatened to consume him entirely.

He stared at the pile, his sword slipping from his grasp and embedding itself into the ground beside him.

"No…" Dante murmured, his eyes locked on the heap of bodies before him. Disbelief and despair mingled on his face, as though something within him was breaking apart, piece by piece. "This can't be…"

Behind him, Mary Rose erupted into a sharp, cutting laugh that echoed across the battlefield like a blade slicing through the silence. "The great Sovereign, reduced to nothing before a pile of corpses!" she mocked, her words dripping with venom. "You've always thought yourself invincible, Dante. But look at you now… powerless."

Dante remained motionless for a moment, his hand slowly rising to cover his face. For an instant, he seemed defeated, as if the weight of the scene had finally managed to crush him.

But then, he laughed. A low, guttural laugh, almost imperceptible at first, but it quickly grew, reverberating like thunder across the ravaged field.

"This can't be…" he said again, his voice now icy, every word laced with latent menace. He rose slowly, his eyes glowing with a deep crimson intensity that seemed to burn. A crazed smile began to spread across his face. "It can't be that you're this stupid…"

The smile turned into laughter. Wild, unrestrained laughter, almost feral. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU'RE SO STUPID!" he bellowed, his laughter echoing through the air, shaking the ground and thickening the atmosphere. It was the kind of laugh that made even the most confident hesitate.

Mary Rose frowned, confusion flickering across her face at the abrupt change. "What are you—"

"Oh, Mary, Mary…" he interrupted, still laughing. "The problem with you lower beings is always the same: you think you're above everything and everyone. That you know more, that you control everything... But do you know the difference between us?" He spread his arms wide, as if about to unveil some grand secret. "Those with true power never show all their cards."

Dante's grin widened even further, an expression of pure malevolence and triumph. And then, the sky shattered.

A colossal pillar of demonic energy erupted from his body, tearing through the crimson heavens like a spear defying the gods themselves. The impact caused the ground around him to crack and quake, while devastating winds swept across the battlefield. The clouds were violently torn apart, revealing dozens of demonic gates that materialized on the horizon, their outlines pulsing with dark energy.

Mary Rose stepped back, the confidence in her expression wavering, giving way to a shadow of doubt.

"You actually thought," Dante began, his voice now commanding and dripping with contempt, "that after everything I've lived through… after everything I've faced… I wouldn't have a plan to bring my wives back?" He tilted his head slightly, a cruel glint in his eyes as his lips curled into a smile that radiated superiority.

The energy around Dante continued to grow, becoming almost tangible—a relentless storm that threatened to devour everything in its path. The demonic gates in the sky began to creak open, releasing an overwhelming, sinister presence. And then, a soft, familiar voice broke the silence:

"Ah… I'm so tired."

Mary Rose turned her gaze, her confidence faltering for the first time. Emerging from one of the gates was a figure—Valentina, but her features had changed. Her eyes glowed with a demonic light, and her dark wings stretched imposingly behind her. She wore a faint smile, but her aura carried a weight so immense it made the air vibrate.

"Don't even get me started," another voice chimed in. From the darkened sky, Alice descended, her witch-like features now fused with a demonic essence. Her corrupted wings unfurled wide, shimmering with shadowy hues. "And to think that pathetic attempt of yours was actually going to work."

"Ah, don't be in such a rush. We're truly back," Morgana's voice cut through the air as she emerged from another portal, her posture regal and her expression dripping with sarcasm. "Death, after all, is such a… trivial matter, isn't it?" She smirked, her hands crackling with dark energy as if it were a natural extension of herself.

"When I gave my soul to him," Lilith appeared beside Morgana, stepping out of the shadows, "I never imagined it would mean immortality. And what a marvelous bonus he granted us, hmm?" Her laugh echoed, sweet yet deadly.

Aaralyn stepped forward next, her eyes glancing over her own body, feeling the power coursing through her veins. "Hmm… I'm stronger. So much stronger." Her voice carried a tone of satisfaction that made Mary Rose take an involuntary step back.

"Oh, wait, am I a Demon Queen now? How tempting…" Vex appeared with a wicked grin, examining her sharpened claws as she flexed her demonic wings.

"Nah," Lyrianna interrupted with a teasing smile, appearing beside Vex, her massive wings unfurling majestically. "We're Empresses, young Vex. And as such, we have a kingdom to rebuild… after crushing a few insurrections, of course."

"Seems like a lot happened while we were away," Aldria commented, her gaze lingering on Dante with a curious glint in her eyes.

"So this is what it feels like to be strong…" Velryna remarked, flexing her hands as raw energy coursed through her.

"Ah… I lost my divine power," Sara murmured, her voice tinged with disappointment, though her eyes shone with newfound determination.

Finally, all of them aligned, their combined presence forming a wave of power so overwhelming it seemed to warp the space around them. Their energies melded into a terrifying spectacle, and then, in unison, they spoke, their eyes fixed on Dante:

"Oh, hello, dear."

Dante stood before his wives, their radiant and formidable presence surrounding him. A satisfied, confident smile spread across his face as he greeted them. "Welcome back," he said, his voice calm yet laced with a dark undertone that sent a shiver through Mary Rose.

He tilted his head slightly, his smile growing wider. "But… we're still missing two." His statement hung in the air, laden with anticipation.

ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!

A deafening roar shattered the silence, reverberating across the realm. The ground trembled beneath the titanic sound as the skies tore open, revealing two colossal demonic dragons emerging from blazing portals. Their jet-black scales and smoldering eyes radiated pure malevolence.

"Oh, Voralith and Eldrax," Dante murmured, his grin widening as he watched the dragons. "You've finally joined the party."

As the dragons landed with an earth-shaking impact, Dante shifted his gaze to Mary Rose, his eyes burning with a menacing gleam. "Now… where is Tiamat's body?" he asked, his tone casual but laced with overwhelming authority.

At that moment, something glimmered in the distance before flying toward him. A small orb landed gently in his hand.

"Ah, here it is," he said, examining the sphere. "Thank you, Cherry." His voice was almost playful, and Cherry, standing a bit further back, gave a small, casual wave. "Not a problem, hubby," she replied with a mischievous smile, leaning against a nearby rock as if everything unfolding was a mere diversion.

Dante twirled the sphere between his fingers before slamming it into the ground with force. A flash of energy erupted, and Tiamat's colossal body materialized, lifeless yet still radiating an overwhelming, terrifying presence.

"Consume," he commanded, his voice echoing with unyielding power. From his body, the Cerberus emerged—three monstrous demonic beasts with ravenous jaws. They lunged at Tiamat's corpse, their fangs tearing through flesh and bone with uncontrollable ferocity.

Mary Rose watched, her confidence wavering as she struggled to grasp the scale of power Dante wielded. But he wasn't finished. His eyes slowly scanned the battlefield, taking in the carnage surrounding him.

"Ah, that's right…" he murmured almost casually, his gaze lingering on the countless bodies strewn across the ground. "A lot of people died here today, didn't they?" Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

He raised his hand slowly, the air around him beginning to vibrate, charged with a dark and primal energy. "How about…" His voice dropped even lower, his eyes glowing intensely as a predatory smile spread across his face.

"You... rise."

A wave of energy surged from his body, sweeping across the field like a storm. The fallen bodies began to twitch, shadows coiling around them like living serpents. One by one, they started to rise, their forms now corrupted by a demonic essence. Their eyes glowed with the same deep crimson that radiated from Dante, forming an entire army of reanimated corpses standing before him.

"I… I'm alive?" Kaalindra murmured, staring at her hands in disbelief.

"It seems so," Talassa replied, rising before shifting into her massive dragon form and taking flight to join Voralith and Eldrax in the skies.

"How adorable," Dante remarked, his tone dripping with amusement as he observed the scene.

Mary Rose stumbled backward, pure horror etched across her face. Dante, on the other hand, simply smiled, his aura brimming with absolute power.

"Now," he said, addressing Mary Rose with a cold, mocking edge in his voice, "continue your plan. Little dragon."