My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Astaroth's uncontrollable fury collided with Dante's absolute confidence like a storm challenging a mountain.

Astaroth advanced, each of her strikes an explosion of pure demonic power, her claws slicing through the air like blades, her dark aura pulsing with a force that made the very ground of Hell tremble. But Dante, in his new role as Sovereign, seemed unphased.

He dodged with ease. Every lethal blow she delivered was met with a subtle, calculated movement, his figure almost unshaken, as though he were merely toying with her. And, in a way, he was.

"You really thought you could face me in this state?" Dante mocked, his voice laced with disdain. With almost lazy motion, he grabbed Astaroth's wrist mid-attack and threw her with such force that she crashed through a nearby mountain.

The impact was devastating. A cloud of dust and debris rose into the air, but before she could recover, Dante was already on top of her. He grabbed her by the hair, lifting her into the air with an ease that seemed insulting.

"To think you consider yourself worthy of facing me," he whispered before slamming her back to the ground like a meteor, creating a massive crater.

Astaroth roared in fury, leaping back to her feet. Her demonic wings unfurled, and a blast of black energy shot toward Dante. He simply raised his hand, absorbing the energy as if it were nothing.

"Pathetic," he murmured, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of her again. A direct punch to the stomach made Astaroth vomit blood, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she staggered back.

But Dante didn't give her time to rest. He struck again, this time with such brutal force that it seemed more like an execution than a fight. A kick sent her flying into the air, and he followed, appearing above her and driving her back to the ground with a downward kick that reverberated throughout Hell.

"Get up," he commanded, his voice now cold and authoritative. "I know you're not finished. Don't dare disappoint me so soon."

Astaroth rose, her eyes glowing with hatred. Her aura exploded once more, as if it wanted to engulf Dante entirely. She advanced with a series of wild attacks, her claws, teeth, and magic working in perfect sync to try and injure him.

But it was useless. Dante didn't just dodge, he humiliated her with every move. He caught her fists before the blows could connect, redirecting her force back at herself. He smiled at every mistake she made, as though enjoying her suffering.

"You're slow," he taunted, disappearing and reappearing behind her. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the throat, squeezing with force. "And weak."

He threw her away again, but this time, he didn't wait for her to recover. In the blink of an eye, he was on top of her, pressing his boot against her chest, crushing her into the ground.

Astaroth roared, struggling to break free, but Dante only applied more pressure. "Scream all you want. Here, your screams only feed my power."

She released an explosion of energy directly into his face, but Dante remained still, the attack doing nothing more than creating a faint golden glow on his skin. He laughed, a low, threatening laugh that made her heart race—not from effort, but from something she hadn't felt in a long time: fear.

Dante lifted her again, holding her like a broken toy. "You should've stayed in your place, Astaroth. Now, all you're doing is wasting my time."

He tossed her into the air so fast she couldn't react. As she fell, he met her with a direct punch to the stomach, driving her even deeper into the crater he had already created.

"How many times do I have to do this before you give up?" Dante asked, walking slowly toward her. His voice was casual, but every word carried the crushing weight of his authority.

Astaroth rose once again, staggering. Blood streamed from deep cuts on her face and body, but her expression was one of pure determination and rage. "I will never kneel before you!" she shouted, launching herself at him again.

Dante sighed. "You really don't learn."

He met her with another strike, this time breaking one of her wings. Her scream echoed across the battlefield, but he didn't stop. He grabbed the other wing, tearing it off brutally, throwing the remnants to the ground like trash.

"Do you think you're special? That there's something about you that intimidates me? You're nothing but a weak shadow of what you once were," he declared, looking at her as though she were an insect.

Astaroth fell to her knees, panting, but even so, she tried to rise again. Dante watched her, his expression hardening.

"You don't know when to quit, do you?" he asked, walking toward her. He grabbed her face firmly, lifting it so she was forced to look him in the eyes. "I could end you right now, but it wouldn't be fun."

He released her, allowing her to fall to the ground once more. "Get up and keep trying. I still have time to teach you what true humiliation means."

Astaroth stayed on the ground for a few seconds, gasping for breath, but then something changed.

"Hahaha," she began to laugh. A low, raspy laugh that quickly turned into something more hysterical.
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Dante frowned, intrigued. "What's so funny?"

She raised her gaze to him, her eyes glowing with something that seemed like a last resort. "You... you forgot something important, Dante."

He crossed his arms, waiting.

"Time in Hell... it passes differently," she said, her voice full of malice. "While you were playing with me here... Do you think your beautiful wives are still alive up there?"

Those words pierced Dante like an invisible blade. His smile faded, and for a brief moment, his expression hardened. But then, he laughed.

"You think you can manipulate me with that?" he replied, but the doubt had already been planted. However...

"I will exterminate you in every possible way." The smile had completely disappeared from his face.

In its place, a cold and deadly gaze took over, one that promised no mercy.

Dante snapped his fingers, and Hell seemed to respond. Black and golden flames danced around him, each one carrying an intensity that made the air vibrate.

"You think you can play with me, Astaroth?" he snarled, his voice reverberating like thunder amidst the chaos. "I've been going easy on you. Now, there will be no limits."

He charged, faster than the eye could follow. Before Astaroth could react, Dante hit her with a punch to the stomach, sending her flying like a missile into a nearby mountain. The impact destroyed everything in its path, debris and lava scattering through the air. But Dante didn't wait. In the blink of an eye, he was on her again.

Astaroth tried to rise, but Dante grabbed her head with one hand, lifting her from the ground as if she were a broken toy. "You said my wives might be dead?" he whispered, his voice so cold it made the very lava around them freeze. "Then let me show you what true death looks like."

He threw her into the air with such force that the sound of flesh and bone tearing echoed. Before she could even reach the peak of her ascent, Dante reappeared above her, delivering a brutal kick that slammed her back into the ground with enough force to create a colossal crater. The earth trembled, and the sky darkened. But he didn't stop there.

Raising his hand, Dante summoned pillars of black and golden fire that erupted from the ground, hitting Astaroth's body repeatedly. She screamed in pain, her demonic armor cracking, her flesh burning as Dante showed no signs of stopping. Each pillar was accompanied by a calculated gesture, a reminder that he controlled everything here.

"Is this all you have, Astaroth? Where is your arrogance now?" he shouted, his voice filled with contempt.

Astaroth gathered her strength to counterattack, firing a blast of dark energy toward Dante. But he simply raised his hand, absorbing the attack effortlessly. "You never had a chance," he said, almost with pity. Almost.

He descended like a bullet, landing on Astaroth with such a devastating impact that the very ground of Hell shifted. He grabbed her again, tossing her across the battlefield like a predator playing with its prey. Every time she tried to rise, he was there to knock her down again, each blow filled with his growing fury.

"Get up, Astaroth!" he commanded, his voice echoing like thunder. "I'm not done with you yet!"

She tried to resist, spitting blood and energy in his direction, but Dante met her with a devastating strike from his conjured sword, cutting through her magic and body with absurd force. The black and gold blade left a trail of destruction, while Astaroth's blood stained the ground of Hell.

"Do you feel that?" he asked, stepping closer to her as she crawled. "This is the difference between us. You're just a shadow of power you'll never understand."

He raised his hand, and the sky of Hell responded. Red lightning split the darkness, striking Astaroth like divine punishment. She screamed, trying to shield herself with her wings, but they had already been destroyed. Each bolt seemed to drain what little strength she had left.

Dante appeared before her again, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her into the air. She gasped, her body destroyed, but still, there was a flame of defiance in her eyes.

"Do you still think you're worthy of challenging me?" he asked, tightening his grip. "Or have you realized how insignificant you are?"

She tried to speak, but all she managed was to spit blood. Dante shook his head, as if disappointed. He threw her to the ground again, walking slowly toward her. Each step seemed to carry the weight of Hell itself.

"You're nothing, Astaroth. Not in the past, not now," he declared, his voice echoing with absolute authority. "And I'll make sure you remember that every second of your existence."

He raised his hand once more, channeling all his demonic energy. A black and gold sphere began to form, growing until it resembled a small sun. The energy pulsed, making the air tremble around them.

"This is your end," he said, launching the sphere directly at Astaroth.

The explosion was cataclysmic. Everything around them was consumed in a wave of destruction, the ground of Hell overturned as if it were mere sand. When the dust settled, Astaroth lay in the center of the crater, her body in pieces, but still alive. Just alive enough to speak.

"You... really... are strong..." she said, her voice weak but still full of malice. "But... will you continue being this arrogant...?"

Dante furrowed his brow, approaching her. "What else can you say?"

Astaroth weakly laughed, a hoarse laugh that sent chills down his spine. "Time... in Hell... is different... Do you think... your beautiful wives... are still alive... up there?" She repeated again, smiling even more triumphantly.

Dante advanced with heavy steps, his expression impassive as he approached Astaroth's body. With a cold gesture, he lifted her by the shoulders, his eyes fixed on the creature before him. Without a shred of remorse, he threw her toward the Cerberus, whose gaping mouths awaited eagerly.

The monster, with its monstrous jaws, bit fiercely into the woman's torso, tearing away chunks of still-warm flesh. The sound of flesh being ripped and bones snapping filled the air as the Cerberus devoured the woman alive, her screams echoing in a mix of agony and despair. Dante watched in silence, his eyes empty, as if savoring the brutality of the scene.

"The taste of pain... it's yours now," he murmured, his voice devoid of emotion as the Cerberus continued to crush her body, leaving nothing behind but shredded pieces and blood scattered across the ground.

"The plan... has been completed..." Astaroth said, smiling...