My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 489 : Lilith Problems (I)
Dante and Eldrax walked through the dark corridors of the demon castle, their footsteps echoing with a steady cadence against the cold stone floor. The flames that illuminated the walls cast distorted shadows, creating an atmosphere thick with palpable tension. Eldrax, in his human form, with long black robes and a penetrating gaze, walked beside Dante, who was completely at ease, as if she owned the place.
After a few seconds of walking, they finally reached the grand throne room. The doors creaked open, revealing the scene awaiting the demon lord.
A large round table dominated the center of the room, made of obsidian and adorned with ancient runes, which only added to the imposing feel.
The women Dante called his wives were gathered around it, discussing plans for the future, which seemed more like an intense debate than a simple discussion. Each of them represented a piece of the complexities and chaos of hell, and their presence there meant that they all played a crucial role.
Valentina, the most dominant, with her piercing golden eyes and deep red hair, was talking about solutions to the resource shortage. Beside her, Morgana, with long dark hair and an aura of mystery, listened attentively. Nagasawa, with her serious posture and arms crossed, observed the discussion with a calculating gaze. Sara, the calmest of them all, was taking notes on a scroll, always paying attention to the details. Velryna, with skin pale as the moon and golden hair, stood farther back, silent but with a mischievous smile that seemed to indicate she was waiting for the right moment to intervene.
Aldria, with her black wings slightly spread behind her, exuded silent power. Aaralyn, with her almost electric energy, gestured with her hands while speaking, trying to convince the others of a bold solution. Vex, always with a mischievous and playful look, cracked jokes to lighten the tension, but her smile never hid her sharp intelligence. Eldrax, who observed everything in silence, knew that, despite being one of the most powerful present, Dante was the one who truly set the rules of the place. Finally, Voralith and Lyrianna were off to the side, with more serious expressions, seemingly less interested in the practical discussion but with a deep understanding of the situation.
"So, what are you all doing?" Dante interrupted the constant murmur, his voice low but firm. He approached the table with a subtle smile, the weight of his presence immediately imposing itself on everyone.
The wives turned to him, and for a moment, the room fell into a heavy silence. It was hard to tell who would speak first, as each of them knew that Dante appreciated action more than empty words.
Valentina was the first to break the silence. "We have a serious problem. Hell is starting to run out of natural resources. Astaroth's war caused a lot of issues on the ninth floor, and we're being forced to use our own resources from the tenth floor to extract what we need, but it's far from enough."
Morgana nodded, agreeing. "We need something more. A bolder plan—well, actually, we were thinking of destroying the ninth cycle and turning that floor into the ninth."
Dante looked at them, observing each of their expressions. He wasn't one for exaggeration or wasting words. "Are you all going crazy?"
Nagasawa, with her imposing posture, stepped forward, pointing to a detailed map of hell spread out on the table. "Exactly, destroying a floor is madness! I suggest we expand to new regions where resources haven't been tapped yet. Perhaps we could force an alliance with some of the ancient creatures living in the depths."
Sara, with her analytical mind, quickly intervened. "Yes, but that would bring risks. The nature of those beings is unpredictable, and we might end up creating more chaos than we actually solve." She looked at Valentina, who seemed to be contemplating the possibility.
"The idea of Nagasawa isn't bad," Valentina said, "But we need to prepare for the consequences. Expansion could lead to war, and war is never easy, especially when we're fighting against such ancient forces. We need a stronger army."
Velryna smiled, a smile that had something threatening about it. "And that's where the real plan comes in. We're already in a strong position, but we can be smarter. We can summon the most powerful souls and use them as a source of energy. What we need is to control the souls, not just the raw materials."
Aldria, with her soft voice but laden with authority, interrupted the conversation with clear concern. "Control the souls, yes. But we can't do that without precautions. Especially because... Lilith is missing."
The silence in the room was immediate. The wives exchanged quick glances, but no one dared to speak. Dante, who had been listening attentively until then, felt his attention snap toward what Aldria had just said. His eyes darkened, and an invisible weight seemed to descend upon the room.
"What do you mean she's missing?" Dante's voice was low, but his authority made each word carry immense weight.
Aldria hesitated for a moment, as if weighing her words, before responding. "We don't know for sure. Lilith... she's been different in the past few days. Something seemed to be bothering her, and she left suddenly, two days ago. Since then, there's been no sign of her. Even our magical abilities couldn't locate her."
Dante closed his eyes for a moment, feeling a wave of tension run through his body. He already knew what this could mean. Lilith had always been a complex woman, full of mysteries, and her absence wasn't something simple. He also knew that when someone with her power disappeared, the consequences could be disastrous—not just for the individual, but for all of Hell.
After all... her disappearance left Dante out of control... how could he not be? Any man who saw his wife vanish would go mad as well.
He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze now darker. "I'll return soon," he said firmly. His words left no room for discussion, and without another word, he disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving the room in a heavy silence.
Dante vanished in an instant, his body dissolving into the shadows of the room, as if he were part of Hell itself. His imposing presence dissipated as quickly as a breath, leaving behind only the echo of his voice and the weight of his absence.
However, he was not out of control. He was simply... in motion, in search. It wasn't anger that drove him, but an absolute need to find Lilith. Any man who saw his wife disappear like that, without explanation, would go mad. Dante was no different in that respect. He loved her, and the thought of losing her consumed him, even if he would never admit it in words.
The place where he reappeared was a dark corner of Hell, a place where even the bravest of souls would hesitate to step. A vast expanse of lava and dark rocks stretched out before him, the landscape marked by cliffs and ravines, the darkness there deep and dense. The sound of the cutting wind seemed to whisper secrets from the abyss, but Dante didn't care. His eyes were fixed on a distant point.
He saw her. Lilith. Sitting at the edge of a precipice, legs crossed, staring into the void. The scene around her was a reflection of her mind: chaotic, unstable, and devastated. She was tense, like a rope about to snap, her fingers drumming nervously on the ground.
Dante watched her for a moment, his gaze deep and calculating. He knew she was dealing with something far deeper than mere frustration. The emptiness around her reflected the internal battle Lilith was fighting. Something was eating away at her soul, and he knew exactly what it was.
"Lilith?" He called, his voice calm, as if trying to soften the weight of the tension she carried. "You worried me, you know?" He smiled, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere hanging between them.
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