My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 505: Rise of the Hell Goddess

The core of Hell pulsed like an ancient heart, a cauldron of primordial energies that sustained the very existence of demons. The air vibrated with a raw, pure and uncontrollable power, resounding like the eternal lament of the souls that were once consumed by the flames of that place.

At the center of it all, enveloped in a maelstrom of black flames and streams of demonic energy, was Lilith.

Her body, carved like a forgotten deity, floated above an altar carved from bone and volcanic stone, the archaic symbols that adorned it glowing a deep red, pulsing in sync with the surrounding energy. Her pale skin contrasted with the darkness that surrounded her, and her long black hair floated around her body like living snakes. Her eyes, normally a seductive red, now glowed with an ancient gold - a sign that her divine essence was slowly returning.

Lilith inhaled deeply, feeling Hell respond to her call. For millennia, demons had been born randomly, their strength ranging from insignificant insects to colossal creatures. But that was a mistake. A flaw left by their weakness after the war against Lucifer. When he rose up against Heaven, she should have been at his side as the Progenitor. But at that time, her strength was diluted, her essence dormant.

But now...

Now she would once again be the mother of the demonic warriors.

The power of Hell's core flowed into her body, burning every cell, cleansing her of her weakness. Her claws closed around the void, and the very space around her distorted. Her body trembled, her wings expanded, and for the first time in ages, she felt something she had forgotten: fullness.

The demons crawling through the core watched her from afar, fearful, their grotesque forms trembling under the overwhelming wave of power emanating from her. Some tried to approach, attracted by the primal call of their progenitor, but were instantly disintegrated, their essences absorbed by the ritual. Only the strongest remained, those worthy of witnessing the return of their true creator.

Lilith slowly opened her eyes and smiled.

The days of weakness were over. Hell would have worthy warriors again.

The core of Hell roared.

The black flames intensified, swirling around Lilith in a chaotic maelstrom, as if Hell itself was bowing to her presence. The ground beneath her began to crack, spewing out rivers of demonic magma that rose into the sky like living streams. The air became dense, vibrant, charged with an energy so pure and overwhelming that the demons around her fell to their knees, unable to withstand the pressure.

Lilith, at the center of it all, floated above the ancestral altar, her arms open, allowing the power of Hell to pour over her. Her breathing was heavy, her skin glowing with arcane marks that had once disappeared along with her divinity. But now... now they were burning into her body again, forbidden symbols of an era when she was more than just the Progenitor - she was a Goddess.

The process was painful.

Her flesh burned, her soul expanded, and inside her chest, a second heart began to beat. The heart of a demonic deity.

His cry echoed through Hell, reverberating through every layer of the abyss, reaching even those who had forgotten his true name. The chains of demonic creation, so long out of control, began to bend again to her will. She felt... she felt the essence of the offspring born in Hell, their strengths, their weaknesses.

"No more weak demons, my husband needs a strong army to destroy worlds." Her voice spread through the very fabric of Hell, like an absolute law being rewritten.

Her horns, which had once been broken, grew back, longer, more beautiful, adorned with a scarlet glow that pulsed like metal forged in hellish flames. Their wings, which had been reduced to a mere shadow of what they were, tore through space, expanding in their full glory-black, colossal, embroidered with golden patterns that seemed made of pure power.

The demons who could still look at her saw something they would never forget:

Lilith was no longer just the Mother of Demons.

She was their Goddess.

The magma from the core rose like a flaming crown around her head, and she felt the last piece of her divinity lock into place within her being. Her skin glowed, her eyes gleamed like inverted suns, and her presence became something greater than anything that had ever existed in Hell since Lucifer's fall.

The ritual was complete.

Lilith gently landed on the altar, her feet touching the now incandescent stone. Silence overtook the place, only the crackling of flames and the labored breathing of the few surviving demons echoing in the emptiness.

She raised a hand, and with a simple thought, she destroyed countless weak demons scattered throughout Hell, their existences wiped away effortlessly.

A new era began there.

"I'm stronger than I was in Lucifer's time..." Lilith smiled cruelly.

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The silence that followed was broken by an unexpected sound.

Applause.

Slow, rhythmic, echoing through the altar like a sincere—and perhaps, a little teasing—applause.

Lilith turned, her eyes still glowing with the newly restored energy, and there he was.

Leaning against one of the massive obsidian columns of the infernal core, a playful smile on his lips, arms crossed, and that relaxed posture only he had.

Dante.

The man she loved, her husband, her favorite hunter.

His silver hair gleamed with the crimson glow of the flames, and his blue eyes, so alive and penetrating, watched her with a mixture of admiration and amusement. He wore his usual red coat, open as always, revealing his well-defined chest, and his sword, Rebellion, was casually resting on his shoulder.

"Wow." He whistled, uncrossing his arms. "Now that was quite a show. It's been a while since I saw you shine like that, darling."

Lilith raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms below her breasts and tilting her head slightly.

"And you decided to show up now? After I practically renovated Hell all by myself?"

Dante laughed, strolling casually toward her. "Oh, you know how it is, I like to let you shine on your own first."

He stopped a few steps from her, his gaze sliding over her newly renewed form. The majestic horns, the imposing wings, the divine energy pulsing in every inch of her skin.

"Goddamn, Lilith... You're stunning."

Her gaze softened for a moment, but only for an instant. She huffed, tossing her hair back, pretending to be disinterested.

"Hmph. I've always been."

Dante's smile widened.

"Yeah, but now..." He ran his fingers over his chin, pretending to think. "I think I'm falling in love with you again."

Lilith rolled her eyes but couldn't contain a small, satisfied smile.

"You've always been a fool, Dante."

"And you've always been my Goddess." He replied without hesitation.

She blinked, surprised for a brief moment. But then, she felt the familiar warmth in her chest, the same warmth she always felt when beside him—that man who, even amidst chaos and destruction, always managed to make her smile.

Lilith let out a dramatic sigh, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.

"So what exactly do you plan to do now, my dear husband?"

Dante smiled sideways, leaning in a little closer to her until their faces were nearly touching.

"Well... I thought we could celebrate your divine ascension the right way."

She narrowed her eyes, pretending not to understand. "And what would the right way be?"

He winked, mischievous. "You know... a romantic dinner, candles, music..."

"You can't even say that without laughing." She narrowed her eyes.

Dante finally laughed out loud. "Alright, alright, maybe something more... explosive? Something that suits you more, my love."

Lilith smiled. A dangerous smile, but one full of passion.

"Hmph. I hope you can handle it."

"Oh, I always can." He winked.

"But before that... let's settle something." She said.

Dante and Lilith materialized in the midst of a vast and desolate landscape on the first level of Hell. The ground was cracked and dark, with rivers of lava flowing lazily in the distance, casting a reddish glow over the surroundings. Above, firestorms formed, slowly swirling as if reflecting the chaos Hell had become since the ancient guardians were eliminated.

Dante looked around, crossing his arms.

"Alright, babe, I don't usually question your demonic logic, but... why the hell are we here?"

Lilith, standing beside him, surveyed the infernal landscape with sharp eyes, her presence radiating absolute power now that her divinity had returned. Her long black hair fluttered in the hot wind, and her demonic wings fluttered slightly before folding back in.

"Because I want us to unify all the layers of Hell." She said seriously, looking directly at him.

Dante raised an eyebrow. "Unify? You want to stick it all back together? I thought you liked the division."

Lilith sighed, running her fingers through her own hair, deep in thought. "The original structure no longer serves its purpose. After you eliminated the guardians, Hell became fragmented. There are thousands of souls trapped, aimlessly wandering between the layers with no direction. The cycle was interrupted. No punishment, no rebirth, no purpose."

She turned completely towards Dante, her expression determined.

"We need to recreate the cycles. But not in the old way. We'll rebuild Hell with a single layer, a single domain. And this time, demons will have a direct role in maintaining that order."

Dante scratched his head, thoughtful. "Okay, I get the basics. But you know that means you're going to have to deal with the troublesome demons, right? Chaos is practically their pastime."

Lilith smirked sideways. "And that's why I have you, my dear."