My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

"Shouldn't you be more concerned about all of this?" Dante heard from the woman beside him, arms crossed, observing the bizarre scene—several mutilated bodies, the entire corridor drenched in red, resembling a horror artist's painting. "Why should I?" Dante countered, making Voralith stare at him, expecting a decent answer.

Dante sighed heavily. "Look, let's be honest, Vora. Do any of these dead soldiers really matter? I mean, with or without them, the situation wouldn't change. One thing I've learned over the years is that in moments like this, what matters is the people I care about. Those men?

I admire their attempt to protect Lyrianna, but they failed, and that's what happened." He turned and looked at her seriously. "What matters to me here are Sara and Lyrianna. The others? They don't even register in my mind enough to feel remotely concerned." He finished, Voralith feeling the intense gaze of the man penetrating her spirit.

"Then why bother manipulating and fixing the bodies?" She asked. "Because my wife would feel bad burying mutilated bodies, and fixing them up is child's play for me. Being a progenitor, I still have a certain respect for the dead and their souls, so it's easy to tidy up this mess." Dante explained, and the entire corridor began to 'be Cleaned', with all the bodies returning to their rightful places.

"Why are they still destroyed?" Vex asked now, curious about her husband's powers. "I'm just putting them back together; the demon must have eaten those parts." He answered nonchalantly as he continued walking calmly. "There's something troubling me, Darling," Aaralyn said, and he heard her concern. "Why haven't we found any sign of Demons? I mean, corpses, they were just destroyed unilaterally?

I can't see that way." Dante thought the same; he felt that fights were happening in the city, but he

didn't feel any demonic aspects close, just residual energy in all the bodies he approached.

"Let's keep going; there's no point in continuing to look at dead bodies," Dante said, heading towards the exit, which according to Vex, led to a forest a few kilometers away.

As they advanced, they left behind the blood-stained corridor and entered the forest.

The darkness of the trees was broken only by the soft light filtering through the leaves. The atmosphere was tense, laden with an almost supernatural quietness. Dante felt a great problem; it was as if... the entire forest was bathed in negative energy, especially... the ground.

"Stay alert... there's something very wrong here," Dante said cautiously. He really wasn't feeling well in this place. "How did Sara enter here without feeling this?" Dante questioned. "She didn't feel it," Voralith commented as she crouched down and touched the ground...

"Do you feel that?" Vex whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear.

Dante nodded, his expression stern. "Yes, there's a presence here," he said, feeling something approaching, and it wasn't good.

"Who are you?" Dante asked, his voice authoritative, echoing through the forest towards whatever was coming towards him.

The figure raised its head, revealing a face shrouded in shadows. "I am just a poor messenger, my lord," the figure said, its voice echoing strangely through the clearing. "You see, you have disturbed my master's plans for quite some time. We had to postpone for ten years, and now you return?" He said with disdain, stepping out of the shadows.

His appearance wasn't anything special; what drew attention was the mask with some symbols that, despite looking like mere drawings, emanated a certain aura. "Oh really? So you're part of the bastards who killed me the first time? Oh, that's good to know, very good indeed," Dante said, and a pillar of black aura exploded around him.

Ten years ago, there was just an incident that could interfere with someone's plans, and of course, it resulted in him defending Valentina and turning into a giant monster and killing several people.

Despite the mockery, he was very, very angry. "Voralith, get them out of here. He's mine," he said, trusting Voralith, who quickly sealed the girls in an energy dome and pulled them away as she walked away.

"Hey, I said, I'm just a messenger," he raised his arms in surrender, but Dante was already too furious.

The clearing filled with palpable tension as Dante advanced, his black aura pulsating with an almost tangible power.

"Do you think this is wise, Dante?" the messenger taunted, his voice containing a tone of challenge. "Killing me won't change anything. My master is beyond your reach. This fight is futile," he said, about to flee, but when he turned his head

His face collided with Dante's chest, who had appeared in front of him. Black rays of power radiated from Dante; his eyes were twin abysses of pure rage. With a single motion, he tore off the Messenger's arm, who barely felt anything except for a brief moment of pain.

"AHHH!" He screamed in agony. Dante, however, wasn't willing to dwell on it. "I don't need to reach your master to start ruining his plans," he replied, a shadow of a cruel smile touching his lips. "Starting with you—you will suffer greatly," he whispered, causing the man to immediately recoil.

Dante no longer cared about Sara's problems; he would simply kill this filthy pig and track down where this worm came from to eliminate the rest of them.

He raised his hand, and the black energy around him condensed, forming a spear of pure darkness. The air around them vibrated with the intensity of the energy, and Dante hurled the spear with brutal force.

The Messenger, despite his injuries, moved swiftly, dodging the spear which grazed him, leaving a trail of destruction through the clearing's vegetation. The spear exploded against a tree, pulverizing it into a cloud of shards and dust.

"Fast, but not fast enough," murmured Dante, his voice a restrained roar.

The Messenger retaliated, his lone hand trembling as he traced runes in the air, conjuring a barrier of glowing symbols. "You underestimate my master's power," he said, his voice now tinged with a slight tremor.

Dante advanced again, his black aura growing, crushing the Messenger's defenses with relentless pressure. "Do you think a shield of tricks will stop me? A shield of Demon Runes, what a joke."

The barrier disintegrated under Dante's attack, and he seized the Messenger by the neck, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. "Any last words?"

The Messenger, with his mask in tatters, coughed as he tried to speak. "I... I know where the two women are," he finally revealed his card.

Dante clenched his fist, his heart racing. "So you want to play it like this? Typical of a coward," he scoffed, his voice cutting like a sword. Dante realized he had said "two," "These bastards have taken Sara." Dante thought, his face already darkened with fury.

Dante threw the man away, and he slammed back against a tree that was destroyed upon impact. "You have no idea what's about to happen," growled Dante, his face contorted in a dark expression.

He looked back at Voralith. "Voralith, take them back to the palace and keep everyone on high alert," Dante ordered, his mind already planning the next steps. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with this man," he said as he noticed the man was trying to do something with his hands.

*KABOOM*

The man lost his other arm, which was destroyed. "Demon Teleport Runes, of course I would know about that, you fool," Dante said, seeing the man was already beginning to despair.

"I came here thinking I could escape... but this man..." the Messenger thought, his body already on its last legs; using runes was only possible if he had his arms, but now it's too late.

"You'll never find them," he said with difficulty, his left half exploding and the other half cut, leaving only his legs and torso.

"You played with danger, you worm," Dante said as he clenched his fists tighter, the people who had destroyed his previous life were now putting his family at risk? None of this... "You have no idea what's about to happen," growled Dante, his face contorted in an expression of pure rage.

*SWISH*

He had his head cut off, and it fell to the ground; was that enough for Dante? Of course not, his whole body began to be consumed by Dante's infernal Cerberus. "Now let's see what you have for me, little lamb," he said, looking at the head that still seemed to be alive.

The Messenger, even without his head, continued to speak with a distorted and eerie voice. "They will die, no matter what you do," were his last words before the dog swallowed his head completely.

"Ah~ I found you, my dear wife," Dante said as his body glowed in red. "Ah~ And to think this idiot would give me so much information," he said, turning in a direction.

"I'm coming, dear," Dante said.