My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 504: Shadow Demon

Dante walked slowly across the ground of Hell, feeling the hot earth beneath his feet. He had spent hours wandering alone, lost in his own thoughts, before finally returning to this place that had once been nothing but chaos and suffering. But now... it was different.

He raised his gaze and observed the vastness around him. The infernal landscape, which once consisted of eternal flames and screams of agony, had transformed into something much more complex. Buildings rose up on the horizon, towers of black stone adorned with golden and ruby details. Wide streets were filled with demons working, negotiating, and even having fun in makeshift markets.

The screams of pain had been replaced by a completely unexpected sound: animated conversations, the sound of hammers shaping metal, and even occasional laughter echoing through the stone alleys. Hell, which had always been a realm of punishment and damnation, had become a civilization.

Dante walked down a busy street, observing the expressions of the demons. Many still maintained their beastly appearance—curved horns, leathery wings, eyes glowing like embers—but they were no longer just beasts driven by primal instincts. They had purpose now.

He passed by a group of demons gathered around a large forge, where weapons and armor were being crafted with precision. A little further ahead, he saw a square where creatures of all kinds were sitting, talking as if they were citizens of any other metropolis. There was even a tavern, with a crudely carved sign that read "The Last Sigh."

Dante stopped for a moment, letting his eyes scan the scene. All of this was so surreal, so unexpected, but at the same time... it made sense.

He didn't know exactly what he expected to find upon his return. Perhaps ruins. Maybe there would still be endless conflicts between the creatures of Hell. But instead, he found progress. A new world rising from the ashes of the old.

Dante sighed and looked up at the reddened sky. The flames still danced in the distance, but they seemed less threatening now. Hell had not ceased to be Hell. It had merely evolved.

"So, this is how things should be," he murmured to himself.

With nothing else to say, he continued walking, disappearing into the streets of the new infernal civilization.

Dante, with a subtle smile on his lips, made a quick gesture, and a wave of energy coursed through his body. His normally sharp and imposing demeanor softened, and his features transformed, making him unrecognizable. His dark hair elongated and turned platinum, his eyes now a lighter, serene shade. His clothes also changed, becoming simpler, almost ordinary, so no demon would recognize him. He wanted to observe, to experience the city without the influence of his name, without being identified as Dante, the feared one, the King of Hell.

With his new appearance, he continued wandering the city, blending in with the infernal creatures. But as time passed, he began to feel a growing boredom. Civilization seemed to be thriving, but there was something missing. The laughter and interactions were just hollow echoes to him. He was no longer entertained by the novelties of Hell. Dante was not someone who liked to be alone. He wanted something more dynamic. Something that, he knew, could only be found at the heart of Hell.

With a bored sigh, Dante raised a hand and murmured ancient words. The energy around him concentrated quickly, and he was enveloped by a distortion of light and shadow. When the mist disappeared, he was exactly where he wanted to be: in the Demon King's castle.

The Demon King's Castle, now rising like a monolith of obsidian and fire, looked imposing and grand. The building had been recently rebuilt after many centuries of destruction and decay, and now it represented the center of infernal power. The place was empty, except for a few servants who, as usual, immediately stepped aside when Dante appeared. He approached the throne with a calculating look, as if he were returning home.

The Demon King's throne was imposing, adorned with thorns and flaming crystals, a true symbol of authority. Dante sat in it with a lazy movement, his feet resting on the armrests, and he leaned back, resting his elbows on the throne's arms. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the familiarity of the place enveloping him. There, at the center of infernal power, he was more than just a part of history. He was the King.

Dante remained still for a moment, his penetrating gaze observing the shadows that seemed to dance around him. The tension in the air intensified for a brief instant, until he, with a mischievous smile, slowly opened his eyes. "You're already here?" he asked, his voice filled with a provocation that seemed to blend with the very atmosphere of Hell.

In the same instant, a dark shadow shot toward his lap, growing and shaping until it took form. The figure materialized before him, and Dante, who had previously worn a serious expression, immediately smiled upon recognizing who was there.

It was Aaralyn, but now she was no longer the same. Her eyes, once ordinary, now glowed with a supernatural intensity, and her appearance had changed—she was a Demon of Shadows, her contours smoky, almost ethereal, while her aura emanated a subtle darkness. The power she exuded was palpable, and the touch of shadow seemed to envelop the very air around her.

"Darling," she said, with a playful pout on her lips, a look of longing on her face. She settled into Dante's lap, her arms wrapping around his neck, and the mischievous way she moved made his smile widen even more. "I missed you," she added, her voice sweet but with a playful undertone.

Dante chuckled softly, feeling the familiarity and energy she brought with her. He ran one hand through her hair, observing the details of her new form. It was an interesting contrast—Aaralyn, with her essence of shadows, now so different from when he first met her. But he wasn't surprised. Hell changed people, and she seemed to have embraced those changes with a unique elegance.

"Missed me, huh?" Dante replied, his voice almost teasing but with a hint of affection. He looked into her eyes, the brightness of his smile growing more intense. "I've been busier than I thought... But I guess you have your own way of showing up, don't you?"

Aaralyn let out a soft laugh, leaning closer to him, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "I could say that you have your own ways of avoiding my company, but I'll let that slide for now," she said with a cheeky smile, lightly brushing her fingers over his chest.

Dante watched her for a moment, his gaze becoming more serious but still tinged with amusement.

"So," he began, his hand moving gently through her hair as he kept her close, "how's Hell been for you, now that you're a creature of the Shadows?"

Aaralyn sighed, looking around the castle with a hint of disdain. "Interesting, let's say. A lot has changed, but I've always been good at adapting, you know." She shrugged, the shadow of her body rippling gently as if alive. "It's a bit... busier here now, isn't it? Everyone working, building... even having fun." She made a face, as if it felt a bit strange to her.

Dante shook his head, laughing softly. "Yeah, it seems Hell is evolving... one way or another. I didn't expect to see so many demons so caught up in their 'routines.' But maybe it's time to bring more... excitement to this place."

Aaralyn looked at him, her eyes glowing with a near-predatory gleam. "And I suppose you already have some plans for that, right?"

Dante met her gaze, with an enigmatic smile. "After all, what is Hell without a little chaos to spice things up?"

She said nothing more, simply snuggling closer to him, her shadowy form becoming more fluid as she allowed the power of darkness around her to intertwine with Dante's energy. There was something hypnotic in that moment, a calm before the storm—a prelude to what was to come.

Dante held her tighter, feeling the lightness of the shadow in his arms intertwine with his energy, as if everything around them were in perfect harmony. He let out a sigh, his mischievous smile still present. "I tried to persuade her to join our side, but apparently, she didn't want to," he said, pouting slightly, a mock expression of disappointment that contrasted with the intensity of his gaze.

Aaralyn watched him, her piercing eyes fixed on him. "Strelitzia?" she asked, a curious tone in her voice. She raised an eyebrow, as if she already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from him.

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"Yes," Dante replied with an almost unsettling lightness. "Well, sooner or later, she'll join us. She doesn't seem that stupid." Aaralyn finished with a sharp smile, a gleam of confidence in her eyes. She knew, deep down, that Strelitzia wouldn't resist forever. The Queen of Angels could be stubborn, but everyone had a breaking point.

Dante sighed, his gaze softening, but still carrying the shadow of what he wanted. "I hope so..." he murmured, his voice lower, as if thinking about the future of it all—but not losing hope that the plans would eventually come to fruition.

He then slowly turned his head to Aaralyn, observing the Demon of Shadows in his arms, her form still slightly fluid, like an extension of the shadows she controlled so well. His gaze was now more focused on her, his eyes playing with the power of her presence. "Want to ask me for something?" he asked, his voice carrying a subtle provocation, but also a quiet curiosity.

Aaralyn, with her black hair as dark as the night and the glow of shadows dancing around her, smiled softly. She knew he wasn't referring to just any request. There was weight to the question, an implicit exchange. It wasn't just about what she wanted, but what he was willing to offer.

She settled even more comfortably in Dante's lap, her fingers lightly touching his skin, almost as if she were drawing invisible symbols in the air. Her smile grew, revealing the pleasure she felt being here, with him.

"I already have what I need," she answered, her voice soft but with a touch of mystery. "But you know I always like something unexpected."