My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 487: Hell Battle

Dante lay sprawled across the Queen’s immense bed, his arms resting behind his head as he gazed at the ceiling with a relaxed expression. The room still carried the scent of desire and warmth, but now, a tranquil silence dominated the space.

Siren slept on top of him, her bare body molded against his, breathing softly, completely surrendered to slumber. Her silver hair cascaded over his chest, and her warm skin contrasted with the coolness of the sheets.

He traced his fingers along the curve of her waist, feeling the softness and heat of her skin. A satisfied smile played on his lips. The mighty Werewolf Queen, always so fierce and determined, now lay vulnerable in his arms. Explore stories at novelbuddy

Dante let out a low sigh, closing his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to bask in the peace of the moment. The warmth of Siren, her relaxed body draped over his, was a comforting sensation—almost as if, for a brief instant, he could forget the weight he carried. But, as always, intrusive thoughts crept in.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he wondered how long it would take for Siren to wake up and try to reclaim her implacable demeanor. She, with her independent and strong nature, would likely do everything in her power to ignore what had transpired between them, pretending that nothing had changed. Dante couldn’t help but find amusement in the thought.

Who knows? he mused, feeling a small weight in his chest dissipate. The women he had chosen to stand by his side, those with whom he had forged a genuine connection, now seemed to fill the most important spaces in his life. Even though he was always on the move, always seeking more power, more control, there was something about this that made him feel like he was finally reaching a balance he had long desired.

But it wasn’t complete. Something within him still gnawed at him. He knew it. The hunger for power had always driven him forward, but his spirit, his heart, felt... fractured. The shadow of something unfinished haunted him, and he knew he would have to confront it soon.

I’m tired... The words echoed in his mind. Tired of chasing something that never seemed to bring lasting satisfaction. Tired of carrying an invisible weight. And yet, something inside him refused to stop. Something within his soul was incomplete, and it pushed him to seek more, to fight, to conquer—but why?

He looked into his soul with a sincerity he rarely allowed himself, trying to understand what still made him feel like a giant chasing an unreachable mountain. But here, with Siren in his arms, he felt a fleeting peace. Maybe, for now, that was enough.

Dante smiled softly, pushing aside the heavier thoughts. He pulled Siren closer, welcoming her softness and warmth, feeling as though, for this brief moment, he was exactly where he needed to be. She, the fierce werewolf queen, was genuinely at ease in his arms—a perfect contrast to the relentless woman he knew. This peace, this moment of rest, was not something he often experienced, but he knew he had to savor it while it lasted.

"Enjoy it now, Dante. The world can wait." He thought, closing his eyes and surrendering to the comfort of the moment, drifting into sleep for a few hours.

Dante woke to the soft morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of the room. He stretched lazily, his body still relaxed from sleep, but as he opened his eyes, he realized that Siren was no longer there. The space beside him was empty, the bed already cold, as if she had left some time ago.

A quiet sigh escaped his lips, and for a brief moment, he felt a sense of detachment, her absence creating a small gap in the moment. However, it wasn’t something that truly troubled him. Siren was like a storm—intense and unpredictable—and he knew that when it came to her, moments of peace could be fleeting but no less significant.

Dante rose with an almost supernatural agility, quickly dressing before stepping out of the room, his golden eyes sharp, scanning his surroundings. He moved through the palace corridors, his footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone, until he finally reached the courtyard. The crisp morning air enveloped him, and he allowed himself a deep breath, feeling a little more centered.

"Where could she be?" Dante wondered, his eyes scanning the landscape as he searched for any sign of Siren’s presence. He knew she wasn’t the type to remain idle for long.

In the distance, he caught a glimpse of movement, and his eyes gleamed with anticipation. It was her. Siren stood at the edge, gazing out over the city he had restored with his magic, her expression lost in the vast horizon.

He walked toward her, his gaze steady but unhurried.

As he approached, Siren didn’t turn immediately, as if contemplating something beyond anyone’s reach. But eventually, she sensed his presence, her body tensing slightly before she finally turned to face him. Her blue eyes still carried a sense of tranquility, but beneath it lay something deeper—something Dante knew well: the strength of someone who had fought countless battles and remained standing.

"You woke up early..." Dante said, his voice low and unhurried, as if merely feeling out the moments that followed.

Siren looked at him with a soft smile, but something in her eyes told him she was absorbing much more than just the simple fact of his presence.

"I needed time to think..." she replied, her voice tinged with both melancholy and determination. She seemed distant, yet at the same time, commanding.

Dante needed no further explanation. He already understood what she was dealing with internally. Siren, with all her fierce strength, wasn’t immune to the shadows of the past. But he also knew she wasn’t alone. He wouldn’t let her be.

"Seems like we all have things to deal with, don’t we?" Dante said as he stepped closer, the softness of his smile contrasting with the weight of his presence.

Siren looked at him, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between them. She said nothing, but her eyes conveyed everything. She knew that even in the darkest moments, he would be there—just as he always had been.

They stood in silence for a while, simply watching the vast horizon before them, both lost in their own thoughts. But eventually, Siren took a deep breath, as if making a silent decision.

"We’ll face it... together, right?" she finally said, turning fully to Dante, her gaze now steady and confident—just as it should be.

Dante studied her, his smile growing softer, more genuine. He took a step closer, and his hand found hers with the familiarity of a gesture that meant more than words ever could.

"Together." He answered, his voice carrying an unspoken promise.

[Hell... Tenth Floor...]

Morgana observed the scene before her with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed as infernal winds howled around her, carrying ash and soot. Valentina and Lyrianna clashed with brutal force, each devastating impact echoing like thunder and ripping through the surrounding terrain, further ravaging the already ruined infernal battlefield.

The ground beneath them held no remnants of life—only demonic rock and shattered plains, scarred by the sheer power of their battle. Fissures tore through the earth, smoke rising from the cracks as if Hell itself was roaring in response to their fight.

"Can I ask why, exactly, you two are fighting?" Morgana finally broke the silence, her voice laced with boredom and exasperation.

"What do you think?!" Valentina shouted, never taking her eyes off her opponent. "We need to get used to these new bodies!"

She spun her spear with absurd precision, the blade gleaming with dark energy before she aimed it directly at Lyrianna. The other woman, in turn, raised her sword in response, a sharp smile curving her lips.

"Let’s see who adapts first..." Lyrianna murmured, and in an instant, both of them surged forward, their strikes colliding with the force of a cataclysm, cracking the earth beneath their feet and illuminating the infernal darkness with the brilliance of their newly acquired powers.

Morgana sighed, shaking her head as she watched the two clash with relentless ferocity. The ground trembled with every impact, cracks snaked through the scorched terrain, and bursts of energy sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. Valentina sidestepped swiftly, avoiding a downward slash from Lyrianna, and countered with a precise thrust of her spear, forcing her opponent to retreat.

Lyrianna’s eyes gleamed with exhilaration as she spun her sword, unleashing a wave of dark energy that cut through the air like a razor-sharp blade. Valentina dodged at the last moment, the attack grazing past her shoulder before obliterating a colossal rock behind her.

Morgana clicked her tongue, impatience evident in her posture.

"If you two keep this up, you’ll end up collapsing this entire floor."

Valentina chuckled, twirling her spear before slamming it into the ground and using the momentum to launch a direct kick at Lyrianna. The latter blocked with her blade, though the sheer force sent her skidding several meters backward.

"You’re exaggerating. We’re just having a little fun."

Lyrianna straightened, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face with a defiant smirk.

"If this is what you call fun, I’d hate to see what happens when you’re serious."

Morgana crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes.

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"Are you two done? Or do I need to call Dante here personally to put an end to this little game?"

The two warriors paused for a moment, exchanging glances, and then grinned. The mere mention of Dante’s name sparked a newfound competitiveness between them.

Valentina rested her spear on her shoulder and stepped forward, while Lyrianna pointed her sword toward her opponent.

"One more round, then?" Lyrianna challenged.

"Absolutely."

And in an instant, Hell trembled once more as their devastating battle resumed.