My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

"Cute." Dante murmured, his voice carrying a playful tone as his hand gently rested on Elizabeth's head. He stroked her hair softly, his fingers sliding through the golden strands, trying to offer some comfort as she cried uncontrollably against his chest.

She sobbed, the mix of relief and shock evident in her expression. The weight of the fear of losing her father was now crashing down on her, and Dante, despite his chaotic and irreverent nature, knew that this moment belonged to her.

He didn't say anything immediately, simply keeping his hand there, allowing her to let it all out until, little by little, her sobs began to fade. Time seemed to stretch, but he didn't mind. When she finally started to catch her breath, Dante tilted his head slightly to look at her.

"Have you cried it all out?" he asked with a teasing smile, his eyes playful yet still gentle. "Take a deep breath. Your old man isn't going to die… not now, at least."

Elizabeth sniffled, letting out a weak laugh between tears as she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her clothes. She took a step back, still a little hesitant but definitely calmer.

Dante then turned to Vlad, who had been watching them in silence. The Vampire King looked stronger now, but the destruction around them still screamed of the chaos the kingdom had endured.

"Where did you leave the bodies of the dead?" Dante asked, his tone casual, yet his intent clear. His eyes scanned the wreckage of the city—the corpses scattered through the streets, the broken bones of the undead Mary Rose had summoned. The stench of dried blood and necromantic magic still lingered in the air.

Vlad raised an eyebrow, curious. "What do you intend to do?"

Dante smirked—that sharp, confident grin that always preceded something absurd. "I'm going to clean your city. Consider it a gift."

Vlad crossed his arms, now fully regenerated, and observed Dante with an evaluating gaze. He knew that smile. He knew that when Dante set out to do something, it was never a simple action. The Vampire King sighed, as if finally accepting that he had no choice but to trust him.

"The bodies of the dead and the remains of the creatures Mary Rose summoned are scattered throughout the city," Vlad replied, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "The few we managed to gather are in a large pile near the central square."

Dante looked around, taking in all the destruction. Ruined houses, flames still burning in some spots, wounded vampires everywhere. It was a scene worthy of a massacre.

"Got it." Dante rolled his shoulders, as if preparing for a light warm-up. "Then let's get this mess over with."

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and then, the ground beneath his feet trembled. A dense, oppressive pressure filled the air, making it feel as heavy as lead. Vlad and Elizabeth felt a chill run down their spines—this was not ordinary power. It was something far beyond what any of them could replicate.

Dante opened his eyes again, and they glowed with a red and golden hue, like burning embers.

"Devour everything."

As soon as he spoke those words, something began to happen. A black and crimson vortex formed above the city, spinning like a hurricane, sucking in all the residual energy from the battle. Broken bones, necromantic corpses, and even the lingering remnants of dark magic were pulled toward the vortex.

The phenomenon was so surreal that even the surviving vampires scattered throughout the kingdom raised their eyes, watching the scene in awe.

Within minutes, everything impure, dead, and corrupted had been absorbed, and in return, a wave of vital energy spread across the city, restoring part of the ruined structures and revitalizing those who had been on the brink of death.

When the vortex finally disappeared, silence reigned.

Dante cracked his neck and grinned. "Well, I guess that solves most of the problem."

Elizabeth stared at him, mouth agape, still trying to process what had just happened. Vlad, on the other hand, let out a nasal laugh.

"You really never change, do you?" The Vampire King shook his head in disbelief. "You clean an entire city as if you were just taking out the trash."

Dante shrugged. "If you're gonna do something, might as well do it in the most practical way." He then glanced around, noticing how the vampires who had been on the brink of death were now regaining their strength. "Besides, I don't like seeing a place this rundown. It looks bad on my resume."

Elizabeth finally regained her composure and stepped closer, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Dante… this…"

Dante smiled at her, giving her a light pat on the head again. "No drama, kid. I didn't do this for you guys—I did it because I felt like it."

Vlad crossed his arms, a faint smile on his face despite the exhaustion evident in his expression. "And now? Are you just going to leave after all this mess?"

Dante looked at him for a moment before letting out an exaggerated sigh, running a hand through his hair as if considering his answer. "Tsk… Since I'm already here, I might as well fix everything," he declared, his voice dripping with lazy disdain, yet filled with undeniable determination.

Without waiting for a response, Dante started walking out of the castle, his steps echoing through the now silent grand hall. The weight of his presence still made the air vibrate, and even after everything he had done, it still felt like he had barely begun.

"Wait!" Elizabeth called out, her voice urgent as she ran after him.

Dante stopped in the middle of the castle courtyard, his eyes gazing at the darkened sky of the Vampire Kingdom. Elizabeth, as she approached, saw something for the first time that sent a deep shiver down her spine—not out of fear, but out of pure admiration and a touch of primal terror.

He took a deep breath, and then, something began to change. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

His feet left the ground, and a crimson glow emanated from his body, as if scarlet flames were burning away his very existence. His body expanded rapidly, muscles becoming denser, veins glowing with pure energy. His clothes disintegrated into the air, replaced by black and gold scales that looked as if they were forged from celestial metal.

Wings burst forth with a deafening crack, unfolding with such force that the winds roared violently throughout the kingdom. The sky, once merely clouded and dark, was now entirely consumed by an ancient energy that no one there could fully comprehend.

And then, he took his true form.

The colossal dragon cut through the sky of the Vampire Kingdom, its wings stretching for miles, covering the entire span of the ruined city. Its eyes—two twin suns of absolute power—shone intensely, reflecting the world below as if they were divine judges.

The mere presence of that creature crushed the atmosphere, and everyone in the kingdom—even the oldest and most powerful vampires—fell to their knees, unable to resist the sheer pressure that its existence exerted. It was as if time itself had stopped, paralyzed before the supreme being that now ruled the skies.

Vlad looked up, his face reflecting a mix of disbelief and awe. "That bastard… I knew he was strong, but this…?"

Elizabeth, on the other hand, couldn't speak. Her breath was uneven, her eyes wide and locked onto that divine monstrosity that had once been called Dante. He wasn't just a dragon. He was something far beyond anything any legend had ever described.

In the next moment, a massive magic circle began to form beneath him, encompassing the entire kingdom. Brilliant lines of energy ran across the ground, connecting like mystical veins that pulsed and vibrated with an unnameable power. The very fabric of space around them trembled, as if it were on the verge of collapsing under the sheer magnitude of the spell being cast.

The light of the magic circle grew in intensity, engulfing the entire landscape in a cascade of gold and crimson. Every ruin, every corpse, every trace of the battle that had ravaged the Vampire Kingdom began to be swallowed by that sublime radiance.

Dante opened his colossal jaws, and his voice echoed like divine thunder, reverberating through every corner of existence.

"Temporalis."

The moment the word was spoken, time distorted.

Everything around them began to reverse, as if the very flow of time was bending to his will. The once-destroyed structures rebuilt themselves, stone by stone, as though they had never been touched by destruction. The flames that had consumed the ruins were pulled back into nothingness, as if they had never existed.

The fallen vampires, those who had been wounded and on the brink of death, had their bodies restored in an instant—every drop of lost blood returning to their veins, every wound sealing as if it had never been inflicted. Even the dead were brought back, breathing once more, their souls returning to their bodies as if the tragedy had never happened.

The very air changed—once thick with the scent of death and blood, it was now pure, renewed, as if a new era had just begun. The Vampire Kingdom, which minutes ago had been nothing but a devastated battlefield, was now restored to its former glory—perhaps even more beautiful than before.

Elizabeth's eyes were filled with tears, unable to process what she had just witnessed. She looked around, seeing vampires who had been agonizing now standing tall, healthy, looking at each other with the same expression of absolute shock.

Vlad remained motionless, his mind still trying to grasp the level of power he had just witnessed.

And then, the light of the magic circle faded, and Dante slowly descended from the skies. As his draconic form shrank, his scales vanished, his wings retracted, and he returned to his human body, landing gently on the ground as if nothing had happened.

He cracked his fingers, stretched his arms, and let out a slight yawn. "Alright, it's fixed."

Absolute silence took over the place, as if no one was sure how to react.

Elizabeth was the first to move. With hesitant steps, she approached Dante, still trying to find words. But before she could say anything, she simply threw herself at him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.

"Thank you… thank you…" her voice came out muffled, her body trembling slightly.

Dante chuckled, running a hand through her hair as if dealing with a child. "Hey, hey, no drama. It was just a little temporal adjustment. No big deal."

Vlad finally moved, walking up to him and crossing his arms. "No big deal, huh? You literally reversed an entire war. Tell me, what kind of monster have you become?"

Dante smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "The kind that likes to keep his friends alive so they can buy him a good drink."

Vlad laughed—a rough, genuine sound. "Hah! Well, I guess after this, I owe you more than just a drink."

Dante shrugged. "Let's see if you can impress me."