My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

The Hall reflected the soft light from the magical lamps burning on the walls, casting a shimmering glow that seemed to dance around the imposing figures present. The shadows stretching across the hall were broken only by the gleam of Valentina and Morgana's jewels, both of them standing there, waiting.

Dante now paced back and forth, glancing at them with his eyes as if contemplating his words or his next steps. Unlike the meeting in the main hall, now it was just the three of them. He was calculating exactly what would happen and some variables he wanted to erase...

Valentina was the first to break the silence. With her enigmatic smile and relaxed posture, still charged with an incandescent aura, she looked at Dante and said, almost as if she were beginning a verbal dance, "What are you thinking, darling? I can feel that something's bothering you…"

Dante straightened up and met his wife's gaze, his look deep and focused. "I need to go, Valentina. The time has come. I have to go to Hell. But before I leave, I need both of you to take on a responsibility."

Morgana, standing beside Valentina, raised an eyebrow. Her blue eyes were filled with curiosity, and a wave of suspicion passed through her, as if she were carefully evaluating the situation. "What makes you think this is the right time, Dante? You haven't prepared enough yet." Her voice, always calm and controlled, carried a tone of unease, but also an authority that matched her essence.

She, as always, was ready to question, ready to analyze the reasoning behind Dante's actions.

Dante exhaled deeply, his gaze shifting between his two wives, as if weighing the trust he was placing in his words.

"Alter said Astaroth is starting to move, Morgana. The winds are shifting. The balance is about to be destroyed, and I can't stay here any longer. But while I'm gone, I need someone to maintain control over Albion and deal with Mary Rose on this side, while I handle Astaroth." He paused, his eyes darkening with a slight shadow of seriousness. "I trust both of you to protect everything we've built here."

Valentina stepped forward, her smile now softer, more intrigued, but concern was still visible in her golden eyes. "You know we will always do what's necessary to protect our family, Dante. But are you absolutely sure it's time?"

Dante hesitated for a moment, as if pondering how to share his thoughts without revealing more than necessary.

"I'll have to pass through the nine cycles to regain the status of ruler of Hell," he paused, then looked directly at Morgana. "I can't do it alone. I trust you both to take the reins while I'm gone."

Morgana didn't look away, her face as serious as always, but her expression grew tenser. "So, you want us to take command while you go there... I understand. It's not an easy task, but we'll do what needs to be done. After all, who else could protect Albion if not us?" Morgana smiled.

Valentina, in turn, moved closer to Dante, placing a gentle hand on his arm. Her eyes were like blazing flames, but there was a touch of affection emanating from her. "You always ask so much of us, but we know your journey won't be easy. We're not questioning our responsibility, Dante. We're just… worried about you." She lowered her voice, her words becoming more intimate, like a silent plea for him to take care of himself. "Promise me you'll come back, okay? No matter what happens. We can't do this without you."

Dante lightly touched Valentina's hand, and in his touch, there was a silent promise, something only the two of them could understand. "I'll return. Don't worry, Valentina. The war isn't over. It's just changing form. But in the meantime, I need you and Morgana to act as the pillars holding up Albion."

"Besides, there's another thing, isn't there? I think it's time you two talk to Voralith, don't you think? Now that you've regained your memories, it's time to have that conversation with her. You have a lot to talk about," Dante chuckled lightly.

Morgana nodded slowly, thoughtfully. "You're right."

Valentina watched Dante for a moment, the golden gleam in her eyes softening. "So... what else needs to be done before you leave? What can we do now, besides wait for the future to reveal itself?"

"Mary Rose is the real problem here, but I have someone looking for her," Dante said with a mischievous smile.

Before Morgana or Valentina could respond, the hall seemed to distort, the air growing denser and heavier, as if the walls themselves were reacting to what was about to happen. A low, rising sound, like the roar of a distant storm, filled the space, and suddenly, before them, the very space seemed to open up.

A massive portal appeared in the center of the hall, its shape irregular, as if it were warping with time. The light emanating from the portal was blinding, and the air around it seemed to vibrate. Within it, a solitary figure emerged. It was a woman, tall and with an imposing presence. Her snow-white hair cascaded down to her waist, and her black dress seemed to move as if it had a life of its own. Her eyes were a sea of serenity and power, with a touch of hidden cruelty.

"It seems Alice found her quickly…" Dante remarked with a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he saw his wife.

She appeared in the center of the hall, wearing a smile that matched both her aura of mystery and her power. At her side, another figure emerged. Fenrir, or what remained of her. The wolf form that usually dominated Fenrir's presence had vanished, and before everyone stood the woman. Her feminine appearance, marble-white skin, green eyes with a wild and uncontrollable glow.

"Hello, Husband…" Alice spoke with a soft voice, yet filled with authority. Her eyes, sharp as blades, sparkled with a playful gleam. "I knew you were hiding something, but I didn't expect you to have the audacity to play with my daughter like this. She looks like someone else. It's so… intriguing. Although I have to admit, you've played your cards well." She smiled slightly, as though praising the move of a clever adversary.

"Hello to you too, Mother." Morgana spoke, and Alice smiled at her, "I think 'mother' doesn't quite fit anymore, we're sisters now, aren't we?" She said, looking at Dante, making the relationship between them clear...

"Cough-Cough. I'm still here!" Dante said, interrupting the dynamic forming between mother and daughter with a dramatic and exaggerated cough, as if trying to bring the attention back to himself. He looked at Alice with a mischievous grin, knowing very well that she wasn't one for such distractions, but finding it amusing to toy with the situation.

"You found her faster than I thought. Did the hint I gave work?" Dante asked Alice directly.

"Yes, looking for the Chaos energy you shared with me was more than enough, although it took a little while. Her current hideout is in the Giant's Realm, more specifically... Under the Palace," Alice commented, and Dante smiled.

"As I imagined... there wouldn't be many places where a Dragon like that could be kept. The caves in the Giant's Realm are always large enough to house multiple dragons together," Dante said, smiling.

"And what was her reaction?" Dante asked, unable to hide his curiosity. The anticipation was evident on his face.

Alice, who seemed more pleased with the situation than anything else, let out a muffled laugh. "She acted like a nervous slut, Fufufu…" Alice let out, her delicate hand covering her mouth, but the laugh quickly turned into a mocking cackle. "YOU BITCH!!" She mimicked, making everyone around smile involuntarily at the exaggerated display of anger she was portraying.

Dante laughed as well, enjoying the situation. He could perfectly imagine Mary Rose in a moment of frustration and rage. And, if there was one thing he knew, it was that she completely lost control when her plans didn't go as expected.

"I love when you act like you have zero patience for these things," Dante said, laughing, and Alice responded with a sharp glance, though clearly pleased with the outcome of the search.

"Well, in the end, we got what we wanted. Fenrir is under control, at least for now," Alice said, regaining her composure, but still with a mischievous smile on her lips. "Now, if you ask me, I think Mary Rose is going to be pretty unhappy now that her... 'battery' was stolen."

Dante then looked at the woman behind Alice, who hadn't said anything until now. "It's good to see you're well, Fenrir." Dante said as he began to approach the woman...

He stood in front of her, his gaze sweeping over her body, which was undeniably... sinful, if I may say so...

"It's quite amusing to see you here like this... after trying to kill us in every possible way... Tell me, why did you target me in the Werewolf Kingdom?" Dante questioned, his red eyes starting to intimidate Fenrir.

However, the woman remained silent until she finally found the courage to speak. Explore new worlds at empire

"She killed my father," she said, pointing at Fenrir. "But I believe my father deserved it, didn't he?" Fenrir asked directly, addressing the one who had murdered a god...

Valentina Scarlet.