My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 491 : Aldria visits the ruins of her empire

The sky was tinged with a gloomy gray as Dante and Aldria walked through the destroyed gates of what was left of the Human Empire.

Aldria was originally going to come here as soon as Dante returned, but when he asked her to come along, she couldn't deny her husband that... After all... she didn't even want to come alone to see the disaster that had happened here after she was killed.

When they arrived at the site...

The smell of ashes still hung in the air, mixed with the metallic odor of spilled blood. The sound of careful footsteps echoed through the empty streets, and the sight before them was devastating.

The city, once vibrant and full of life, was in ruins. Collapsed buildings, squares reduced to rubble and corpses scattered on the ground told the story of the brutal war against Mary Rose and her undead army. There was a mournful silence in the air, broken only by the wind that blew between the shattered structures.

Dante stopped in the center of the city, his scarlet eyes analyzing every detail of the destruction. Beside him, Aldria walked slowly, her feet hesitating as her golden eyes scanned the scene. Her breathing was shaky and her hands were clenched into fists. She tried to keep her composure, but Dante saw the glint of tears threatening to escape.

'She's in shock... considering what she's like... it's hard even for me to keep her calm...' Dante thought, watching the sweat on Aldria's hands drip with nervousness, and her eyes tremble with fear.

When they passed the old central square, Aldria's heart finally gave way. There, among the ruins, were the remains of an orphanage she used to visit. It was one of the few places where she found peace from the chaos of the world and rest as Empress. Now, there was nothing left but broken stones and burnt toys. The sight crushed her last defenses, and she fell to her knees, covering her face with her hands.

"I failed them..." her voice came out as a whisper, a pain-filled wail. "I protected this place so many times... I fought for these people. But when they needed me most, I wasn't here."

Dante remained silent for a moment, watching her. He wasn't one for comforting words, he didn't know how to ease other people's pain with gentle phrases. But he understood the weight of Aldria's feelings. He himself had felt that helplessness before.

He knelt down beside her, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. "You haven't failed, dear." His voice was firm, but carried a deep understanding. "Mary Rose brought something that no one could have foreseen. You can't carry all the weight alone."

She sobbed softly, her wings trembling slightly. Dante sighed and looked around once more. The Human Empire couldn't be left like this. It couldn't remain an open tomb for those who had died there. He felt something growing inside him - an intense desire to put things right, not just for Aldria, but for all the lives that had been destroyed.

And he knew exactly how he would do it.

Aldria felt the energy around them change. The air became heavier, denser, charged with a power that made her skin crawl. Slowly, she raised her face, meeting Dante's eyes, which now shone with an intensity that was both menacing and heavenly.

He took a huge leap, transforming into a dragon and soaring to enormous heights, and a magic circle surrounded the entire Human Empire... 'I'm going to use almost all my energy to do this...'

"Temporalis," Dante muttered.

The earth shook beneath his feet. The dark sky seemed to contort, and a pale blue glow began to spread from it. Lines of silver energy appeared, running through the ground, the destroyed walls and the inert bodies. It was as if time itself was being woven back together, thread by thread.

"W-What?" Aldria gasped as she saw the impossible happen before her eyes. The broken stones began to float, returning to their rightful places. Walls rose up as if they had never been knocked down. The orphanage next to her began to rebuild before her eyes, wood and stone coming together in perfect synchronicity, returning to the state it was in before the destruction.

And that wasn't all.

People were coming back too. Lifeless bodies were slowly rising, but not like the undead, not like cursed puppets. They were alive. Their wounds disappeared, the blood that once stained the streets dissipated as if it had never existed. Cries of despair gave way to whispers of surprise and excitement as the inhabitants of the Empire realized that they were alive again.

Aldria put her hand over her mouth, unable to believe her eyes. Children ran into their parents' arms, couples embraced each other in tears. Warriors who had fallen in battle were now standing, looking at their own hands in disbelief at having been brought back.

Dante stood in the center of it all, his body glowing with the energy of Temporalis. His eyes were fixed on the city, his absolute focus. The power of this magic was colossal, one of the most forbidden and complex spells in all of existence. Manipulating time wasn't just difficult - it was dangerous. But Dante didn't hesitate for an instant.

He continued, restoring every street, every house, every temple. The city was returning to its original form, but better, stronger. The destroyed walls were now reinforced, the defenses rebuilt with subtle improvements, ensuring that something like Mary Rose's invasion would never happen again.

When the last spark of silver energy had dissipated, Dante finally stopped... the huge dragon was breathing heavily, drops of blood were trickling from his mouth, but his eyes still held that fierce gleam.

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Aldria looked around, tears now falling from relief rather than despair. "You... you brought everyone back..." Her voice was a stunned whisper.

Dante's body returned to normal and he fell down beside her, stood up and faced her with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I couldn't let you cry like that."

Before he could react, Aldria threw herself at him, hugging him tightly. He froze for a moment, surprised, before relaxing and allowing himself to return the embrace.

The city was alive again. The Human Empire, which had fallen into the shadows of death and despair, now pulsed with new hope. The people around them began to realize who had done this. Glances of reverence and gratitude were cast at Dante and Aldria. Whispers spread quickly.

"That's not.... the Demon King"

"He brought us back...!"

"He's not a monster... he's our savior!"

Dante frowned. He had never sought recognition, never cared about the opinion of humans. But there, at that moment, seeing the smiles and joy on those people's faces, he felt something different. Something he couldn't name.

Aldria pulled away slightly, still keeping her hands on his shoulders. "Thank you, Dante." Her eyes shone with genuine gratitude. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

He shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, but the corner of his mouth lifted into a half-smile. "You'd better take good care of it, then. I don't plan on having to rebuild it again any time soon."

She laughed, and for the first time since they had arrived there, she felt really light.

The Human Empire was on its feet again...

Dante led Aldria through the halls of the palace, the echo of his footsteps filling the luxurious silence of the place. The city was restored, the weight of the war now just a distant memory. But inside Aldria, something was still burning... a whirlwind of emotions that would not go away so easily.

Climbing the white marble stairs towards the Queen's chambers, she stopped suddenly. Dante felt the gentle tug on his wrist before turning his face towards her, only to be taken aback.

Aldria's eyes shone with something different... a mixture of desire, relief and need. Before he could react, she threw herself at him, her hands grabbing the collar of his black coat and pulling him into an intense kiss.

Dante stumbled backwards slightly, holding onto the stair railing, but he couldn't resist. His body was already on fire from the contact. He tasted her hot, addictive flavor, her lips moving against his with urgency.

She pressed herself against him, their bodies colliding in an almost desperate way. Aldria's fingers trailed down his chest, exploring him, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath the fabric. Dante moaned low against her lips before returning the kiss, one of his hands going to the back of her neck, pulling her hair tightly as he deepened the kiss.

The staircase, cold and imposing, contrasted with the feverish heat that enveloped them. Aldria pulled Dante tighter, the desire clear in her eyes. He lifted her slightly, pressing her against the stone wall next to the staircase. Her body arched against his, her sighs only inflaming him further.

"What are you doing?" Dante murmured against her lips, his husky tone laden with something dangerous and sensual.

Aldria smiled, her eyes burning with provocation. "Something I should have done before."

Dante needed no further encouragement. His hands slid down the curves of her body, holding her waist while his lips explored her neck, nibbling lightly on the warm skin. Aldria threw her head back, a sigh escaping her lips.

The two of them were so immersed in each other that the rest of the world disappeared, nothing else mattered. Just the heat of their bodies, the electricity between them and the way they devoured each other without hesitation.

But then distant footsteps echoed through the corridors.

Aldria blinked, consciousness slowly returning as she tried to catch her breath. Dante, still holding her against the wall, was breathing heavily, his scarlet eyes glowing with restrained lust.

She laughed softly, biting her lip. "I think we should continue this somewhere else."

Dante growled slightly, his fingers still digging into her skin. "You started this. I hope you're ready to finish."

Without waiting for an answer, he took her by the hand and dragged her up the stairs, in no hurry to finish what they had started.