My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 512: The End Legacy

Dante sat at the top of a great mountain, the cold wind brushing against his immortal skin as he gazed up at the sky. The vastness of the cosmos stretched above him, with billions of stars twinkling as if each one held a unique secret, a mystery yet to be revealed. The sound of the wind was his only companion in his solitary journey, as he pondered what would come next.

He was there, at a point where time seemed to have quieted, where there was no rush anymore. The weight of the world, or the worlds, that he had carried for so many centuries seemed to have lessened, as if he had finally found a moment of peace. Yet, this peace brought with it a strange sense of uncertainty, a doubt that could not be dispelled, no matter how strong his soul was.

Looking at the stars, Dante couldn't help but question himself...

"What do I do now?" He had already overcome so much, crossed so many battles, defeated enemies, consumed unimaginable power...

But what would come next? He was no longer the being who had started this journey. He was no longer just the Demon King or the Dragon Progenitor. He was something more, something beyond what he could fully comprehend. He had immortality, he had strength, he had love, and a past filled with stories and tragedies.

But was that enough?

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Looking at the horizon, Dante could see the vast empire he had built, the hell he had raised, and the realms now under his control. He had the power to shape any world he desired. Yet still, something inside him felt that there was more to be done. Something beyond destruction and conquest, something deeper that needed to be explored.

"I could expand hell even further. Create new domains, new territories. Pull the threads of fate and establish my order over more worlds." The thought crossed his mind, but it was quickly discarded. He had done that before, dominated lands and immeasurable forces. What was left for him? More war? More battles? More empty victories?

"Or perhaps..." He thought, closing his eyes for a moment, "I could seek out the other continents of this sector. Cross portals, discover new cultures, new stories, new challenges. Maybe I could even find new allies or enemies, something that makes me feel alive again." But the idea didn't seem appealing. He had already traveled through so many worlds, met so many civilizations, many of which were now fallen, consumed by the destruction he had caused or by forces beyond his control. Discovering more didn't seem to be the answer, not for this moment. Dante had lived many lives...

"Then... maybe it's time to focus on something more personal..." His thoughts turned to the most important people in his life, his wives, his loves.

The thought of them brought a warm feeling to his heart. He knew the love they shared was rare, something eternal. But still, there was something incomplete. He had never formally married them. He had never sealed their union in a way that truly showed how much they meant to him. He felt there was a gap there, something he could correct.

"Marrying them formally... giving them what they deserve, showing them that my loyalty and love for them are eternal." This seemed right, but what would that mean for him now? After so many battles and deaths, what else remained on his journey but to take that final step, seal this chapter of his life, and begin a new story alongside the people who truly mattered?

He sighed, throwing a stone into the abyss below. The sound of it rolling away until it disappeared into the darkness seemed to symbolize the feeling that he was about to make a definitive decision. But something held him back. Something inside him still kept him from acting, still made him question if this would be enough. He wanted more. He always wanted more.

"Perhaps the most important thing is to enjoy time." The idea came slowly, like a revelation.

He had lived through so many ages, crossed so many universes, but what did he truly know about life? What did he know about truly living in a full sense, without being consumed by the constant pursuit of power or control?

He had immortality, but maybe it was time to begin living for real, not in search of more power or more battles, but in search of experiences, moments, simplicity.

Perhaps he had something to learn from the people he loved most, those who still saw the world with a unique and pure perspective.

"I want to enjoy this life." He told himself, looking at the starry sky with a smile on his lips. He knew this didn't mean stepping away from everything he had conquered, but rather understanding that, even with all the greatness he possessed, he was still part of something greater. He was still a being with desires, dreams, and love.

"Yes... I will live now." He thought, the feeling of clarity settling in his mind. He had the power to shape reality, to change destinies, but now he wanted something deeper. He wanted to embrace life in its fullness. He wanted to live like a human, alongside his wives, his friends, and allies, savoring the time he had left, without constantly worrying about the future or the battles that would need to be fought.

"I will seek new horizons. I will develop hell, but not just for power... but to protect those I love. I will travel to new worlds, but not in search of more domination, but in search of new experiences, new people, new teachings. I will marry my wives, but more than that, I will live beside them; every moment with them will be eternal because I will be living in the present, without worrying about tomorrow."

The wind blew stronger, as if approving his decision. The cosmos above his head continued to shine, as if waiting to see what Dante would do next. He didn't know what the future would bring, but he no longer cared. He had lived to fight, to conquer, to destroy. Now, he would live to love, to grow, to learn.

Dante stood up, stretching his arms toward the sky. He didn't know how much time he had left, but he was determined to make the most of it. He didn't want to be just a shadow of his former self, the Demon King, the Dragon Progenitor. He wanted to be Dante. He wanted to be a complete being, not an untouchable and distant entity. He wanted to feel life pulse through his veins again, as if it were the first time.

"I will live for myself," he murmured to the wind, with a smile of satisfaction on his lips. "And for those I love."

The sky seemed to shine a little brighter, as if the universe itself were smiling with Dante. He looked at the stars once more, absorbing the immense silence of the cosmos, before turning toward the journey that awaited him. Something inside him, a sense of peace, seemed to finally align. He was ready to live. To love. To surrender to something deeper than power and conquest.

But, as if destiny itself refused to let him rest, a familiar voice cut through the air.

"What's all this nonsense? I didn't teach you to be like this! I was your mother, remember?" The voice was powerful and defiant, filled with an authority Dante instantly recognized. Valentina.

He didn't have time to fully turn before seeing her appear before him, her fiery red hair flying in the wind, her eyes glowing with a fury only she could possess. Her power radiated in a nearly tangible way, and the battle aura around her was unmistakable.

Before Dante could respond, another voice erupted in the space.

"He really does think too much sometimes." The voice was mocking, almost mocking, but there was an unsettling beauty to it. "But it's really weird to say he was your son after feeling his cock destroying your insides." Morgana, with her hair as black as night and amber eyes that seemed to penetrate the deepest part of your soul, appeared next to Valentina, with a mischievous smile on her face, as if she was ready for another verbal battle.

"Ah, I still remember that damn cave!" another voice sounded, full of indignation. It was strong and defiant, with an imposing presence. Nagasawa appeared, her bronze skin and white hair swirling around her like a silent storm. Her eyes burned with a fire of vengeance, and the look she gave Dante showed that there was still something unfinished between them. "Look, you still need to reward me for that!!"

An ironic laugh came from another corner. "You're all so annoying." The woman with blue hair, Sara, appeared then, flying like a gust of wind. Her expression, though amused, exuded a tension that only someone like her could generate. "We finally found you." she said, with a mischievous smile.

And so, one by one, the most important and powerful figures in Dante's life began to appear before him, floating in space like a squad of forces unwilling to let him rest in peace. Valentina, Morgana, Nagasawa, Aaralyn, Velryna, Sara, Vex, Eldrax, Voralith, Lilith, Aldria, Lyrianna, Fey, Cherry... even Siren, whom Dante had turned into a demon after Lilith became the Progenitor Goddess again.

They were there, standing in the air, each with a unique gaze and formidable presence.

Eldrax, the theoretically youngest among them, who never bothered to soften her words, was the first to speak. "Stop with this nonsense!" Her voice thundered like a storm. "Sitting around reflecting on life and destiny just makes you look older, husband!! Get your ass up and let's go!"

Dante looked at all of them, a mix of love, frustration, and amusement filling his heart. Each one had a unique expression, and they all, in some way, challenged him to be more than what he thought he was. They were his strength, his reason to keep going, and his partners in many battles and moments he would never forget.

Sara, with her mischievous smile, gave him a sharp look. "So, what's it going to be, Dante? Are you going to keep living this mediocre life of meditation and reflecting on the meaning of existence? I'd rather see you break everything again."

Morgana let out a dark chuckle, her amber eyes gleaming with something deeper, as if she saw more than Dante was willing to admit. "Seems like the great Demon King is finally getting the hang of it. But don't forget, it's best not to overthink, or you'll lose yourself."

Nagasawa, always so serious, now had a provocative smile on her face. "If you don't reward me for what I did for you, I promise I'll make your life hell again, Dante."

Velryna, softer but equally enigmatic, landed next to her sister Sara, her gaze warm and welcoming. "Dante, you've always been good at distracting yourself with heavy thoughts. Sometimes, you just need to enjoy the moment. Come on, we need you, but you have to stop being so complicated."

Fey, one of the quietest, only observed, but her eyes were filled with curiosity.

Lilith, always imposing, spoke with the same calm demeanor that characterized her. "Dante, you know you can't stay still forever. You have more to conquer. More to learn. And more people to protect."

Aldria, with her unmistakable smile, raised her hand as if to provoke. "Now that the great Dante has gone all philosophical, can we start the next phase of your life? I'm sure you still have a lot to conquer."

Lyrianna, with a softer but equally sharp voice, looked at Dante. "No matter how much you've evolved, you'll never be able to escape us. Not when fate has already charted your path."

Voralith, with his usual strength, laughed. "Enjoying life, huh? Please, Dante. You're more of an eternal being, always ready to fight. It's no use trying to change that."

And finally, Siren, with eyes now reflecting that of a demon, but still with the tenderness she always had, said, "I'd say, for such a serious guy, you're overthinking it. Enjoy life more... and enjoy me."

Dante couldn't help but smile, even though the challenge in her words was clear. They were there, once again, and as always, challenging him, provoking him, but also being the reason he could never stop moving forward. Each one of them was an important chapter in his life. Each one pushed him to be more, to seek more.

He looked at them, his mind still processing everything that had just happened. A sense of peace still enveloped him, but at the same time, he knew that these women, these powerful figures, were part of his life, his present, and his future. He couldn't escape that.

"Alright, alright," Dante said, slowly rising, his posture relaxed yet still imposing. "I knew you wouldn't leave me alone for too long. Let's go, then. Let's make this life a little less philosophical and a lot more interesting."

The women surrounded him, laughing, smiling, and exchanging knowing glances. They knew Dante's future would be anything but monotonous. He was finally ready to live again, but this time, he would do it with them, by their side. No longer as a distant, immortal, and isolated being, but as a man, with all the weight and lightness of life he had longed to embrace.

The wind swept through them once again, like a final whisper from the universe, as they prepared for the next chapter. And as Dante moved away, he finally understood. Whatever came next, he would no longer be alone.

"Let's go," Dante said, smiling before a massive magic circle appeared around them... "We've got a million years of peace until the problems return, we've got a lot to enjoy." He said with a grin.

"YES!!" They said in unison...