My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 488 : New Age of Hell

Royal Chamber - Kingdom of the Werewolves.

Dante was lying on the bed watching Siren get ready, after all, she was still a queen and had a lot to do.

"Are you coming back?" Siren asked as she put on a pair of lacy panties and wiggled her ass from side to side. She was really happy, and that would suit Dante just fine.

"Soon, I have to see how things are going in the tenth cycle of Hell. My darlings must be bored there..." Dante said with a crooked smile, "What I'd like to do is rest, but... there are still a few things to sort out before I take a few decades of vacation." He stood up.

"Can I tell her you're coming to visit me? I don't want to be alone again" She said smiling as she approached, her breasts still exposed as she held up a simply provocative lingerie bra.

"Of course, time in hell passes differently, I should be here by now" Dante said taking it from her hand and turning her around, gently slipping the bra on behind her, and accommodating her perky breasts in the cup. 'I didn't know it was so delicate' she purred as she felt his breath on her neck.

Gently he slipped the bra strap over her shoulders and connected the clasp, turning her around and seeing the work of art that was the wolf woman's body. "Not delicate, just a lover of a woman like you" he teased and kissed her neck.

"You'd better go," she said, turning around and slipping her hand behind his shoulder, looking right into his eyes. "The longer it takes you to go, the longer it will take you to come back" She smiled.

"So possessive... I didn't think you'd be like this" Dante said smiling and moved closer, placing a quiet kiss on her lips.

"Now that you're mine, I have to take care of you. Right?" She said smiling as she touched his forehead with her own. "Come back." she said.

"Soon" Dante said and she walked away. "See you" he commented and she just smiled, turning to pick up a dress.

The atmosphere was warm for a few seconds, before the magic circle around Dante glowed and he was taken to another dimension...

The heavens parted and Dante... reached the Tenth Floor of Hell and was paralyzed for a moment.

What he found there was nothing like he had imagined. When he last looked at it, the landscape was a vast, immense plain of lava and burnt rock. But now, in front of him, stretched a city that seemed to have come out of nowhere, a veritable hellish metropolis.

The air was heavy, but not from the fury of the fire and flames. It was more the dense energy of a new era beginning, a new cycle for the Hell he had built and ruled. The city was grandiose, but with a dark and imposing tone, as if each block of stone had been carved by the hands of the demons themselves.

Titanic structures loomed in the distance, their bases firmly anchored in the infernal soil. The buildings looked defiant, made of black rock that exuded an aura of power and fury. There were large squares, wide streets and avenues through which thousands of demons passed, each with their own aura, a mixture of mystery and brute force.

What caught Dante's attention most were the giants. They weren't fighting or in some kind of battle, but working together to erect the structures. With hands as big as mountains, they held blocks of stone as if they were simple pieces of wood. They moved with impressive precision, carrying heavy materials and building walls of an unusual height that stretched to the horizon.

Dante watched curiously as a group of giants erected a huge building. He didn't know what it meant, but the grandeur of the project couldn't be ignored. A new infernal Empire was being erected before his eyes, but the most impressive thing was that it was happening without his direct permission, without his command.

He had lost control of what was happening on this floor.

His eyes scanned the vast landscape intently, trying to take in every detail. There were demons of all shapes and sizes, some smaller but still imposing, others with grotesque appearances, but all seemed equally dedicated to the task of building the city. The sound of stones being hammered mixed with the rumbling of the foundations being launched into the sky, creating a strange melody, almost like a hellish chant.

He felt a familiar warmth invade his chest. It wasn't just the warmth of the hellish environment, but a feeling of growing power. Something was being created there, something he hadn't anticipated. Perhaps it was a reflection of the very chaos he had instilled in this world. He couldn't deny that the sight was impressive, but at the same time, there was a sense of incompleteness. As if Hell was expanding in a way that he could no longer control.

"Impressive..." Dante muttered to himself, his eyes shining with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

He walked slowly through the hot stone streets, observing the demons around him. Some looked at him with respect, others with fear. Most continued to work without stopping, ignoring his presence. It was as if they were following a higher order, a force they didn't question. Dante realized that these demons didn't seem to be the same as before. There was something new about them, a different energy, something he couldn't fully understand.

In the center of the city stood a gigantic square, where a large pillar of black rock was being shaped. The structure was immense and seemed to be forged with ancient magic. The pillar was being shaped, but what intrigued Dante most was the glow on its surface. It wasn't the ordinary glow of fire or lava, but an energy that he felt was of another nature, something still unknown to him.

"This city... Who built it?" Dante asked, more to himself than to anyone else.

A voice behind him answered firmly, "We, sir."

Dante turned and saw an imposing figure approaching. It was a strange-looking demon, with armor made of dark metal and eyes that glowed with the same energy as the pillar. He was tall and muscular, with a serious countenance. The aura around him was dense, but at the same time controlled. He seemed to be the leader of the place, someone who held great authority, but who was far below Dante's power.

"Are you responsible for all this?" Dante asked, his voice laden with curiosity.

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The demon bowed his head, with a respectful countenance, "Yes, sir. I am Kavar, and we were created to shape the new Hell. The city is being built to house our brothers, and so that we can expand our power."

Dante watched Kavar with interest. Something was happening there, something big. But he wasn't sure what it was. The city seemed to be rising of its own accord, as if it had life. Hell had never been like this, and Dante felt a strange sensation that he was no longer in control. He was used to being the ruler, but now he saw that there was something else at play, something he didn't fully understand.

"Expand your power? To what end?" Dante asked, trying to understand the demon's intentions.

Kavar looked at him seriously. "To create a new Hell, sir, as you wished. So that all the demons born from our flames can have a home, a place where they can grow and evolve. No longer as slaves, but as free beings, able to control their own destiny."

'When I thought of creating an army.... the ruler's will created demons for it...' Dante thought and felt a shiver run down his spine. This was something he had neither planned nor imagined.

'So, when I talked about not having an army with that wretched dragon, the Hell System reacted and created demons... that's why these buildings are modern for our era...' He muttered, "That could be a problem," he thought.

But at the same time, he couldn't deny that the sight of the city was impressive. That colossal structure, the buildings that rose up like gigantic towers of power. It was all a reflection of what he had started, but now it was beyond his comprehension.

The demon Kavar stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Dante. "Sir, we need your leadership. We need you to guide us, but in a different way. Hell needs something more. Something that goes beyond simple domination. You no longer need to be the tyrant. You can be the leader of something bigger, grander."

Dante watched the demon, considering his words. The idea of being the ruler of something so vast and powerful was tempting. But at the same time, he knew he needed to understand more about it. He couldn't just accept the idea of losing control without knowing what was really going on.

"Show me more." Dante said, his voice low and full of authority.

Kavar nodded and gestured for Dante to follow him. They walked for a few more minutes until they came to an area where the demons were hard at work. Here, the giants were beginning to shape the foundations for a new palace, and there was a huge garden being cultivated, with black flowers that exuded a strange energy. The demons were planting seeds that seemed to grow rapidly, turning into trees and plants that intertwined in the air.

Dante watched everything in silence, his mind full of questions. There was something there that he didn't understand, something that was beyond what he had imagined. Hell was changing, and he didn't know if that was good or bad. But one thing was certain: things would never be the same again.

Looking at the city, Dante felt a strange sense of responsibility. Something was being forged, and he couldn't ignore what was happening. The city, the demons, the power... it was all beyond his control, but he knew that, somehow, he was still the center of it all. And if there was one thing Dante had always known how to do, it was control chaos. He just needed to understand what was going on before making any moves.

Hell was evolving, and Dante was about to find out what that meant for his reign.

"Oh! He's here!!!" Dante suddenly heard a scream... as he turned around... A Gigantic Black Demon Dragon was looking at him with a lot of hope in his eyes.

"Oh, hi honey," Dante said looking at Eldrax who was carrying several blocks tied to his paws.

"Are you helping them?"

"Alice asked us to help."

"Oh."