My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

The pressure in the air became dense, heavy, yet strangely filled with a heat that, for a moment, made Strelitzia forget her anger. Her eyes were fixed on the dragon before her, and for the first time, something in her chest tightened—not from fear, but from a subtle recognition. Dante was no longer that man. He had transformed, evolved into something far beyond what she could comprehend, something that she couldn't yet see, but he knew exactly what it was.

She, the Queen of Angels, a positive goddess, could not even imagine the essence of a negative god. To her, that concept was unfathomable. The balance between good and evil had never been something she needed to fully understand, as her existence was based on the purity of light. But here, before Dante in his dragon form, she saw the true strength of darkness.

He watched her with a malicious smile, as if he knew exactly what was going on in her mind. Strelitzia was on the edge of her control, trying to regain composure, trying to understand the complexity of the moment, but she couldn't. Not yet.

Dante moved slowly, his claws touching the ground with a soft but constant rumble, as if the very universe were responding to his presence. The dragon moved with an unexpected grace for such a colossal being, his wings cutting through the air with a lightness that defied all logic. He was enjoying this, and it was obvious in every movement, in every gesture he made.

"You're silent, Queen... This is unusual," Dante said, his voice resonating like thunder but still carrying an almost mocking softness. He moved closer, his colossal form looming over her, his burning gaze piercing directly into her golden eyes. "You thought you could face me with your shining aura, didn't you? But you haven't realized what is truly before you, Strelitzia."

The word "truly" echoed like a whispered provocation. He bent down slightly, his head just inches from hers, and he smiled, his grin full of amusement and a touch of malice. "I'm not that Dante anymore. I'm something... different now. And you, dear, can't even begin to understand that."

Strelitzia didn't respond immediately. She felt something drain from within her—a sense of weakness, as if the power she possessed was being sucked away by her own inability to comprehend the magnitude of the change in Dante. She had never encountered something like this before, and it destabilized her. She didn't know, but in that moment, she was facing something that was no longer about brute strength. It was about balance. And Dante, even in his monstrous form, was the chaos she couldn't control.

Dante chuckled, sensing the confusion overtaking her. "You're trying to understand me, aren't you? Want to know what happened to me... what you haven't seen yet." He tilted his head to the side, playing with the idea, as if she were a child trying to grab something just out of her reach. "It's simple, dear Queen. I've reached the level of a negative god. I've transcended what you think the universe is, light, order. And everything you're seeing now is just a reflection of that."

He took a step back, moving slightly away, still smiling with pleasure. "You'll never understand what it's like to feel the power of a negative god. The destruction, the freedom... The lightness." He paused, as if savoring his own words. "And you, my dear, are only starting to realize what happens when that touches your world of light."

Strelitzia, for a moment, was speechless. It was no longer about defeating him or overcoming him. Not anymore. She was facing something that defied her understanding of everything she had believed to be true. An idea of pure destruction, without limits, without rules. Something she couldn't defeat with her light, but perhaps could understand.

Dante winked, still with that mischievous grin. "Don't worry, Queen. I'm just having fun. You know, I like watching things fall apart. I just wanted to test your limits."

The tension, which had once been filled with anger and power, now held a different kind of energy. Dante was enjoying the situation, but there was something else there. He wasn't just toying with her as a form of provocation. There was a lightness in his words, a form of flirtation that she couldn't fully comprehend. As if, in his own way, Dante was interested in her in a way that transcended mere rivalry.

"I know what you're doing," Strelitzia said, trying to regain her balance, but the truth was she was even more confused than before. "You're destabilizing me on purpose."

Dante laughed again, a low, pleasurable sound that seemed to echo through the area. "Of course, dear. I enjoy watching the Queen of Angels lose herself a bit. After all, it's not every day I get the chance to play with a goddess."

Strelitzia stared at him, trying to mentally distance herself from her own confusion, but something was changing inside her. She felt her power beginning to reorganize, her control slowly returning. But she also felt something else. A feeling of... curiosity. A sensation that, despite her anger, she didn't want the confrontation to end just yet. Dante was challenging everything she knew, and that excited her in a way she couldn't express.

"You're nothing like the others, Dante," she finally said, her voice calmer but still filled with determination. "And you're playing with fire." She didn't know what he wanted, but she couldn't deny that, on some strange level, she was enjoying the interaction. He had shattered her image of everything she believed was right. And, in some way, that made him even more intriguing.

Dante leaned forward slightly, his wings beating gently to keep him suspended. "Ah, but Strelitzia, who says I don't like fire?" He winked again, as if it were a joke, a flirtation disguised. "After all, fire and chaos are my friends. And you, dear, seem to be the last person who's going to put them out."

The dragon moved further away, the flames on his skin glowing softly, but the atmosphere around them remained charged with the pure, dense energy of their powers. For a moment, however, the tension between them became lighter, less threatening, and more... seductive. Even amidst the chaos, Dante had a way of playing with her, provoking and challenging her at the same time, and surprisingly, Strelitzia couldn't help but feel that their battle was more than just a clash of power. It was a battle of wills, of emotions, of something she couldn't control.

She felt a pang of anger, mixed with something deeper, something more profound. "You'll see, Dante." But as she said that, she knew the fight between them was no longer just about physical strength. She was beginning to understand that he had something else in mind, something she wasn't prepared to face.

Dante, now back in his human form, slowly stood up, as if he had just emerged from a deep state of meditation. The aura of power that once emanated from him diminished instantly, but the mischievous smile on his face didn't fade. He seemed calm, almost disinterested, as if nothing had happened.

Strelitzia watched him closely, her senses still tingling with power and confusion. Her mind was in turmoil, trying to piece together what had just occurred, but when Dante, in his normal form, looked directly into her eyes and asked with ironic innocence:

"Want to go out with me?"

She stopped. Her golden eyes narrowed, as if she had heard wrong. She took a step back, clearly disoriented by the sudden change in tone. He had just transformed into a colossal dragon, threatening everything around him, and now he was asking her a question as if nothing had happened.

She didn't know whether to laugh or get angry. But what caught her most off guard was Dante's laid-back attitude. He wasn't worried about the fight. He wasn't intimidated. He was... flirting?

Strelitzia felt, for a brief moment, out of place. Her reaction was automatic, but a mix of perplexity and anger overtook her for a moment.

"You... you have any idea what just happened?" She didn't know whether she was more irritated or confused by the question, still feeling the power of her body pulsing through her nerves. "You're asking me this now, after... everything?"

Dante took a step closer, his smile widening, amusement visible in his eyes. "Of course I do. I like to keep things interesting. Don't you think this fight was a lot of fun? Now, what do you say? Let's go out for a bit, relax? I know some really cool places."

He looked at her with a mischievous expression, almost as if he were challenging the idea that an epic battle of power could be followed by something as mundane as a date. His carefree and even charming attitude lightened the atmosphere, despite everything that had happened.

Strelitzia was still trying to process, but Dante's casual tone mixed the anger and confusion with a strange sense of amusement. She let out an exasperated sigh, trying to recover from the surprise, but couldn't help a faint smile — a smile she didn't want to appear.

"You're insufferable," she muttered, but her voice didn't have the same strength as before. Somehow, she was starting to relax. "You think I'll go out with you, after everything?"

"You never know," Dante replied, winking. "Maybe you'll find out I'm more interesting than you think."

The provocation was there, but there was also a sense of lightness that lingered in the air. The battlefield, once tense and heavy, now seemed like an arena where only the two of them played, defying the rules of everything that had happened.

Strelitzia fell silent, her thoughts swirling, trying to decide whether he was just joking or if there was something more. She still felt there was more to Dante than he was letting on, but what exactly was he trying to do?

She let out a low laugh, almost unwillingly. "You're an idiot, but... who knows, maybe I'm willing to find out what you have to offer."