My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Strelitzia raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking from Raphael to Dante, and then back to the two sisters. The smile of amusement quickly disappeared, replaced by an expression of mild disapproval.

"Oh, of course, it's always someone else's fault, isn't it?" She said, her voice cutting. "But don't make excuses, Raphael. You knew what you were doing." Her eyes shone with a sharp intensity as she took a step towards them, like a predator approaching its prey.

She then turned to Dante, her eyes narrowing. "And you, Dante... Do you have any idea what you've done? Or are you so absorbed in the fun that you haven't noticed the limits?" Her voice was laden with subtle irony, but her posture and tone made it clear that her patience was wearing thin.

Raphael tried to pull himself together, straightening his posture, but the guilt was visible on his face. "I just wanted to... You know, have some fun, Mom." She gave a shy smile, clearly lacking in confidence. "We didn't think you'd be this... strong."

Strelitzia rolled her eyes, clearly tired of her excuses. "I didn't give you permission to lose yourselves completely. This isn't about having fun, it's about knowing where the limits are." She paused, staring at the two sisters with a severity that seemed to penetrate deep into their souls. "I expected more from you."

Uriel, who was sitting on the bed with her head down, still feeling hungover, looked at Strelitzia, trying to defend herself with the softest voice. "We... we didn't expect this, Mama... I didn't know you'd be so strong." Her voice was shaky, and she felt ashamed, trying to muster the strength not to feel totally overwhelmed by her mother's reproach.

Strelitzia gave a low, humorless laugh. "Oh, of course, everyone always has a good excuse when things get out of hand. But now, look at you. You nearly fainted, you didn't even have control over your own body!" She looked at Raphael, who was a little lost in the situation. "And you, Raphael, what did you have in mind when you dragged everyone into this disaster? Where was your self-awareness?"

Dante remained silent, feeling the weight of Strelitzia's reproach on him too. He knew it was hard to please her, but at the same time he knew he couldn't leave his sisters alone in that state.

"Stop talking to me like I'm your employee," Dante replied with a mischievous smile. "They're adults, stop being a pain in the ass." He laughed, as if the situation was a bit hilarious, but his laughter wasn't shared.

Strelitzia looked at him with a gaze so sharp it seemed capable of cutting him. "Do you want to receive a divine judgment on your head?" She questioned, as if controlling herself not to explode into a full-blown rage. "Now, act like adults. Let's go home."

Raphael and Uriel were visibly disconcerted, Strelitzia's tone and accusation of irresponsibility sinking into them like a weight. Strelitzia's words, so direct and cutting, showed that she was far from amused by the situation.

"You're so boring." Dante suddenly spoke as Strelitzia tried to pull her daughters to take them to the Celestial World.

Strelitzia, the Angel Queen, stopped for a moment when she heard Dante's words. Her eyes flashed with sudden fury, and the atmosphere around them seemed to freeze with the tension that spread. The expression of contempt on Strelitzia's face turned into something more menacing, something that resonated with the immeasurable authority of her lineage.

She turned slowly towards Dante, each step she took towards him feeling like a sentence about to be pronounced. The tone of her voice was cold as steel. "I suggest you rethink your words, Dante," she said, her voice soft but full of a latent threat. "You're forgetting who you are in my presence. I'm not just a Queen. I am a goddess in all my essence." The air seemed to thicken as she approached, her power emanating like an invisible pressure.

Dante, however, didn't back down. With a mischievous grin, he crossed his arms and looked directly at her, his eyes defiant. "Don't make me laugh, Strelitzia. You may be a goddess, but you don't rule over me. I'm the Demon King, and I don't care about your lessons." His voice was laden with the arrogance typical of his demonic nature, and he stood firm in his place, unafraid, even in front of the deity.

Strelitzia, although irritated, maintained control. Her haughty posture and almost supernatural calm made her even more imposing. She knew that Dante was not someone easy to tame, but that didn't mean she had to tolerate his insolence. "You're being silly, Dante. I didn't ask your permission to be irreverent. No matter how much of a 'King of Demons' you are, I'm the power you'll never be able to reach."

Dante laughed, but his smile was a mixture of amusement and defiance. "That's what you think, but who needs absolute power when you have control, hm?" He shrugged, as if it were just a trivial conversation between two equals. "Now, you can call your daughters and go to your 'Celestial World', but don't give me that moralizing. They're adults. And as I said... boring."

Strelitzia didn't seem shaken by her words, but anger was evident in her eyes. "You defy me and you think you're going to get away with it, Dante?" She moved even closer, now so close to him that he could feel the warmth of her divine presence. She was a force of nature, and he knew it.

Raphael and Uriel watched in silence, the heavy atmosphere between them a reminder of their own shortcomings. Both sisters looked at each other, seeming small in the face of the provocative exchange that was unfolding before them.

Strelitzia then took a deep breath, giving Dante one last glare before turning to her daughters. "Come on, Raphael, Uriel. Enough with the toys and irresponsibility. We have more important things to do."

Dante, still with that mischievous smile on his face, made no attempt to follow, but his deep, sarcastic voice cut through the air one last time. "Have fun there, Angel Queen. Next time, just don't come and bother me with your existential crisis in the middle of all your perfection."

Strelitzia stopped in place, and her presence changed instantly. The environment around her seemed to distort, as if space itself was yielding to the weight of her divine power. Her aura, bright and overwhelming, expanded, making the walls and floor around her tremble. Her eyes, once cold and calculating, were now ablaze with fury.

"Hey, you little shit," she said in a low tone, but one charged with palpable menace. She turned, and her energy rose to its maximum, the air around her rippling and twisting under the impact of her power. "Do you want to fight me, Dante?" She asked, her voice firm and defiant, as if the simple act of asking was enough to make the very ground shatter.

The pressure around them increased, and Dante, who had previously been relaxed, could now feel the weight of her strength threatening to crush him. Strelitzia's aura was pure, indomitable, a strength that defied even the demonic power he boasted. But Dante's smile didn't disappear. He knew she wouldn't back down, but he also knew he wasn't afraid. He might well be the Demon King, but she... she was the Angel Queen.

He stood his ground, undeterred, and with a defiant tone, replied, "If you think you can make me back down with this divine theatrics, then we're about to have a long talk, Strelitzia."

The tension between Dante and Strelitzia was palpable, the air vibrating with the weight of their forces almost colliding. He had provoked her enough, challenged the Angel Queen's authority, but deep down he was more excited by the prospect of a good fight than really worried about the consequences. She, on the other hand, was about to explode, the pressure in her body building up like a storm about to collapse.

With one swift, ruthless movement, Strelitzia launched herself forward, her hand glowing with the power of the divine. Before Dante could even react, she hit him with a direct punch to the chest. The force of the blow was such that the impact shook the floor and caused the ceiling to shatter like breaking glass. Dante was thrown backwards, his body being thrown several kilometers away, crushing the ground beneath him and leaving a trail of destruction wherever he went.

The punch was so powerful that Dante barely had time to process it. He found himself hurtling through the air at breakneck speed, past mountains and valleys, before finally falling into a distant field. The earth around him shattered, creating a massive crater, but he simply got up, shaking the dust off his body with a smile still on his face.

"Wow..." he muttered to himself, with a cynical laugh escaping his lips. He looked up at the sky, where Strelitzia's divine energy still shone like a mark on the horizon. "That was... something." He felt the pain, of course, but the excitement of finally seeing his provocation result in a real fight was far greater.

Dante stood up slowly, staring at the spot where he knew Strelitzia was, her anger probably consuming her. She was an overprotective mother, and he had deliberately taken advantage of that, knowing that it would cause her to lose control. But the fight... the fight was all he wanted.

"I expected a bit more resistance," Dante said, looking at the marks left by the battle. "At least I can't say I didn't enjoy myself."

With a satisfied smile, he began to prepare for the next round, knowing that this fight was nowhere near over. Strelitzia wouldn't give up so easily, and Dante was more than ready for the confrontation that was to follow.