My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

The infernal sun burned particularly bright that morning, dyeing the clouds in a golden crimson that made the sea of lava shimmer like a flaming tapestry. The Ashen Shore — one of the few tourist-friendly spots in New Gehenna that offered both beauty and relative safety — had been reserved that day for a very special occasion: Demon God Dante Scarlet had decided to take a day off with his wives.

A rare event.

Practically mythical.

But when it happened, the entire Hell held its breath.

Dante lay beneath a massive obsidian-black canopy, draped in enchanted veils, wearing only deep red swim shorts and dark sunglasses, a chilled drink (yes, with actual ice — courtesy of Lilith's magic) resting beside him.

"This is… by far… the best idea we've ever had," he said, fully relaxed on a conjured lounge chair courtesy of Nagasawa.

"You said that the last time we went to the Harvest of Screams Festival," Valentina remarked, sitting beside him with her arms crossed. She wore a black bikini with golden accents, her expression perpetually unimpressed — despite the absurd level of beauty and sculpted form she exuded.

"Yeah, but this time I'm nearly melting and I've got all of you in swimwear. Tell me, how is that not the best idea?"

Valentina rolled her eyes, though a smile escaped her lips.

Across the beach, Morgana was surrounded by floating enchanted books, even while dressed in an elegant purple romper adorned with mysterious sigils. Despite the setting, she seemed deeply focused on reading.

"If you open another grimmoire here, I swear I'm burying it in the magic sand," threatened Vex, who lounged nearby in a white bikini with red dancing demon patterns.

"Books are relaxing," Morgana replied, not looking up.

"You know what else is relaxing? Not accidentally summoning horrors that wreck the shoreline," Vex snapped back.

Meanwhile, Lilith and Aaralyn were attempting to build a castle out of ash using subtle magic — which, naturally, resulted in small magical mishaps, mini-eruptions, and a lot of laughter.

"Mine's crooked!" Aaralyn cried, staring at a tower bending like a floppy goat horn.

"That's infernal abstract art, darling," Lilith said proudly, admiring the accidental destruction.

Cherry, the most energetic, had bolted straight to the edge of the lava sea. Wearing a hot pink ruffled one-piece, she was attempting to "surf" on a flame-crystal board.

"YAHOOOO—" she yelled before being launched by a fiery wave.

Dante, without moving, snapped his fingers. The lava beneath Cherry instantly solidified, catching her midair like a giant molten hand.

"Thank you, my love!" she called sweetly, blowing him a kiss.

Sara, always elegant, observed everything while holding a glass of blood-red wine, dressed in a nearly translucent white beach gown that floated around her with ethereal grace. "It's fascinating how chaos follows, even on a day of rest."

"That's called personality, Sara," replied Velryna, lounging on a huge magical blanket, sunglasses on, flipping through an infernal fashion magazine. "Or in their case, mobile magical disturbances."

"You look adorable in that hat," said Aldria, appearing out of nowhere behind Velryna, adjusting the brim of her infernal straw sunhat with a teasing smile.

"You... you really think so?" Velryna blushed slightly, something that was extremely rare for her.

Dante watched everything with a serene smile. It was hard to believe that these women, each with enough power to destroy entire kingdoms, were all playing, arguing, and interacting like... a real family.

Nagasawa, on the other hand, was setting up a small barbecue area with heat containment runes. She wore a black and red bikini with geometric cuts, maintaining her serious demeanor — until Dante approached with an empty plate.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Anything you make will be incredible," Dante replied, resting his chin on her shoulder.

She huffed, but her cheeks turned slightly pink.

Later, they were all gathered around the central tent, with floating plates, cold drinks, and carefree laughter echoing across the beach.

"So, who's entering the 'Best Infernal Beach Dance' contest?" Cherry asked, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Contest?" Dante raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah! We dance, and you pick the winner!" she said, already preparing herself.

"I refuse," Morgana declared immediately.

"Second place is guaranteed, then," Vex teased.

Morgana, of course, snapped back right away. "I'm not losing to you."

And so, an absurd sequence began.

Morgana conjured illusions with dancing flames.

Vex used floating swords as part of a theatrical dance.

Cherry literally jumped in the air performing impossible acrobatics.

Valentina marched with military precision, while Siren danced as if hypnotizing Hell itself.

In the end, Dante simply laid back and clapped. "You all win. Prize: a kiss."

"Acceptable," Sara said, taking hers first.

The scarlet sun began to slowly set, bathing the sea of lava in a golden-orange glow. The wives gathered around Dante on the sand, some leaning against him, others simply enjoying the view and the soft warmth of the infernal night.

Valentina rested her head on his shoulder, Morgana settled into his lap, and Nagasawa placed her hand on his. The others laughed, played, and whispered to each other.

It was a simple day.

The peaceful atmosphere began to settle fully over the Ashen Shore. The scarlet sky now painted in purple and gold, and the sea of lava bubbled gently in the background. Dante was surrounded by his wives, the warmth of the evening and their beloved presence forming a perfect cocoon of peace...

Until a distinct aura sliced through the air like a blade wrapped in perfume.

Suddenly, even the casual conversations ceased. An uneasy silence spread — not of fear, but of a complex mixture of respect, anticipation... and pure instinct.

Dante lifted his eyes, already feeling the presence before even seeing it.

And then, Alice appeared.

Slowly passing between the black rocks at the entrance of the beach, her bare feet barely touched the ground before gently levitating, as if she refused to step on something as "rough." She moved with an inhuman grace, her hips swaying lightly with every step as if dancing to a tune only she could hear.

Alice wasn't wearing a bikini, not like the others. Instead, she wore dark lingerie made of infernal lace—almost ethereal, almost translucent—that outlined her body with a shameless, almost mocking provocation.

The top, finely crafted with gothic floral details, barely covered her breasts. The bottom was even bolder, marked by thin straps and pieces of black decorative metal. A choker adorned her pale neck, and her eyes—red as sin—were fixed on Dante with a feline smile on her face.

"I hope I'm not... late," she said, her voice flowing like poisoned honey.

Dante didn't respond immediately. His eyes slowly moved up and down, taking in her appearance.

Valentina cleared her throat. "Alice..." she said in a neutral tone, her eyes half-closed.

"You came in lingerie?" Nagasawa grumbled, crossing her arms, but avoiding eye contact with the fabric... or the lack thereof.

Alice raised her hands with false innocence. "Well, wasn't that what was on the invitation? 'Light and comfortable clothing for the beach.' And honestly, bikinis are so... predictable." She winked at Morgana, who rolled her eyes and buried her face in a book, clearly trying to avoid looking at the newcomer.

"This woman is temptation incarnate," Vex muttered, turning to the side, blushing.

Lilith and Cherry, on the other hand, burst into laughter.

"I knew you'd show up like this!" Cherry said, pointing. "I bet you spent hours picking it just to cause a stir."

"Of course, darling. What would be the fun in showing up without making your hearts beat a little faster?" Alice replied, spinning slowly, arms raised.

Dante finally stood up from the lounge chair, walking toward her with a smirk on his face.

"Alice... you really know how to steal the spotlight," he said, stopping in front of her.

She leaned in until her lips almost touched his. "And you love it."

He didn't respond with words—he just wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her firmly, pressing their bodies together in a gesture that drew several sighs (and some expressions of pure jealousy or disdain).

Alice smiled against his neck, her mischievous eyes still over her shoulder, eyeing the others.

"Don't worry, girls. I'm not here to compete..." she whispered, before adding, with a cruel glint, "I already won the day he chose me, too."

"This woman is unbearable," Morgana declared, now holding her grimoire in front of her face like a shield.

"She just wants attention," Sara muttered, elegantly frustrated.

"And she got it," Aldria admitted, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Did you see how she walked? I almost felt sorry for the sand."

Despite the complaints, they all knew Alice was part of the family. Her arrival never went unnoticed, but deep down, her eccentricity was just another ingredient in the infernal seasoning of their divine harem.

What else could they expect from a woman who, before marrying Dante, had been an archduchess of lust and deceit? The very incarnation of mortal beauty, now on their side.

"Well," Dante said, still with Alice leaning against him, "now we're complete."

"Great," Nagasawa grumbled. "Can we have dinner before someone shows up in a magical corset and makes me lose my appetite?"

Alice laughed, tossing her hair back. "Don't worry, darling. I'm in a good mood today. I might even help with dessert."

Lilith let out an excited squeal. "I want blood fondue with despair fruits!"

"You always want that," Aaralyn said.

"Because it's delicious!" Lilith replied, already bouncing with excitement.

Valentina stood up. "Alright, let's pack up. If we stay here until it gets dark, the charcoal elementals will start coming out and—"

BOOM.

A small elemental exploded near the sand, as if her words had been an invocation.

Dante laughed.

Alice looked at him, provocative. "Do you want me to go ahead and deal with them?"

Dante looked at all his wives. The more annoyed ones, the laughing ones, the indifferent ones—there they were, together, sharing a peaceful day with him, even though the world was constantly threatened by a thousand dangers and responsibilities.

"No... today, we just enjoy. Let them burn themselves."