My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 509: Lady of Infinity I
In the vast and shadowy Vampire Kingdom... where the sun's light was nothing but a forgotten legend, life continued its course amidst the gothic grandeur of immortal cities. Black skyscrapers rose under an eternal crimson sky, illuminated only by the glow of blood moons orbiting far away.
Yes, some things had changed after the war against the Undead and King Vlad being cured by Dante. He brought... great changes... Well, it's been a hundred years since the war. Change was needed.
The streets were filled with vampires of various lineages, their ethereal and elegant presences blending into the ordered chaos of the nocturnal society. Floating carriages, driven by ancient magic, glided over obsidian roads while merchants traded vials of refined blood, extracted from exotic sources.
In one of the busiest districts, vampiric nobles dressed in extravagant attire walked alongside warriors in black armor, their eyes glowing with supernatural energy. Rival clans maintained a tense peace, each governing their own territories within the immortal hierarchy.
In hidden alleys, illicit businesses took place in the shadows. Vampire bounty hunters negotiated contracts to eliminate specific targets, while dark alchemists sold forbidden elixirs that could amplify powers beyond known limits.
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The scent of fresh blood permeated the air, mingling with the exotic perfume of midnight flowers that only grew in the dark. Living gargoyles, carved from stone and magic, silently watched the inhabitants below, like eternal judges of the immortal society.
This was the present-day Vampire Continent, a realm where night never ended, and true power belonged to those who dared to seize it with their sharp fangs.
The world continued to turn after the war, everything continued to prosper, and the scaling of power grew... Of course, this was due to Dante... who began infusing negative energy into everyone in the Dark World while Fey did the same in Elysium. Gradually, the generations that arose became stronger...
The mega-planet of the Dark World birthed more powerful negative beings, and those already strong became even stronger.
And after a hundred years... It seemed things had changed quite a bit for those who merely lived ordinary lives...
In the dim light of a mansion, the soft melody of a piano echoed through the corridors, filling the vast hall with a melancholic and refined aura. The room was decorated with ancient tapestries depicting battles between vampiric clans from centuries, perhaps millennia, ago. The only light came from crystal chandeliers, whose flames flickered with a supernatural intensity, casting shadows that danced on the dark walls.
Seated at the piano, a woman of ethereal and fascinating appearance played the keys with precision and grace.
Her hair, as black as night, cascaded around her face, her amber-red eyes illuminated by the candlelight. She wore a purple velvet gown, embroidered with silver threads, reflecting the soft glow of the chandeliers.
The lines of her face, angular and elegant, showed an expression of serenity, but also of deep sorrow, as though the music she played was a form of release for an immortal pain.
The melody she played was no simple piece. Each chord carried the story of past generations, of battles lost and won, of impossible loves and inevitable tragedies. There was a delicacy in the notes, but also a tension, an underlying strength that seemed almost uncontrollable. It was the expression of the soul of an immortal being, one who knew the weight of time and eternity.
The woman paused for a moment, looking at the keys as though deciding which path the melody should take. Her gaze, deep and contemplative, seemed to pierce through the very space of the mansion, going beyond the walls and shadows, as if searching for something distant, something she herself did not know what was.
She sighed, a barely perceptible sound, but one that carried a weight of unsaid emotions, as if each sigh were a reflection of a deep, silent story.
"It's been a few years, Demon King." She said, her words soft but laced with a melancholic tone. Her hands continued to glide over the piano keys, producing gentle and immersive notes, as if the music were a reflection of her own soul.
Dante, pausing for a moment, watched the woman sitting there, her graceful posture almost ethereal, completely absorbed in the melody. It was Ophis, a figure he knew well, but one that had transformed before his eyes over time. He looked at her with a slight smile, but his mind was immersed in memories.
"It's been a while, Ophis," he replied, his voice deep but with a softness that only she could awaken in him.
He sat beside her, sharing the piano bench, the narrow space between them seeming insignificant. He looked at Ophis's delicate hands playing the keys with such perfection, as if the piano were an extension of her very being.
He noticed, as if for the first time, the stillness of her expression, a reflection of the time that had passed.
Dante remembered the first time he met her. A little girl, no more than a child, but with the soul of a Goddess. Her eyes, now more mature and filled with a dark wisdom, had been so different from the innocent girl he encountered in a distant past.
Ophis had changed, but there was still something familiar about her. A quiet strength and an immortal beauty that would never fade, no matter how much time passed.
"How long are you going to keep pretending to be Rose Seusther's daughter?" Dante smiled, teasing, after all, Rose was the woman who had raised a hidden divinity in a world so poor in power.
She stared at him for a moment, saying nothing, simply absorbing the melody and his presence.
"When I met you," Dante began, the words flowing with a touch of nostalgia, "You were just a little girl. A goddess in a fragile body, with eyes filled with a vastness I still couldn't fully comprehend."
Ophis didn't stop playing, but a faint smile danced at the corners of her lips, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Time does that to people, Demon King. It changes, ages, destroys... or strengthens." She said, her words floating in the air as if part of the music she played, soft and enigmatic.
Dante watched her in silence for another moment. He knew she was right. Time changed everything, but it also had the power to reveal what was hidden in the shadows, transforming weakness into strength and innocence into wisdom.
Ophis, the little girl he once knew, was now there, a woman, a goddess, but with the same essence as before. The same immortal and enigmatic presence, wrapped in mystery and shadows that intertwined with the melodies of the piano.
"How have you been? I imagine that vampire hasn't let you do much." Dante chuckled, recalling Rose, who, under the training of his wife, Valentina Scarlet, had always been an unstoppable force.
Ophis, without taking her eyes off the sheet music, responded with a calm tone, but one filled with a certain amusement: "She's still bossy, clumsy, and completely obsessed with battle. Just like her master."
Dante smiled, a grin that bordered on amusement. "I see... maybe she's calmed down now, with time." He said, observing Ophis with a thoughtful gaze, as if reflecting on Rose's tempestuous behavior and the way she had shaped herself under Valentina's tutelage.
But before another word could be spoken, a deafening crash shattered the serenity of the mansion.
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The explosion of sound was followed by Rose's thunderous laugh, echoing through every corner of the mansion. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!! HAHAHAHA!" Her voice, filled with excitement and pure energy, reverberated through the air, and the sound of blades clashing violently made the mansion's walls tremble.
"HAHAHAHA! COME, YOU FOOLISH DISCIPLE!!! FACE ME!!!" Valentina's response, firm and full of challenge, followed in a high-pitched tone, with a threatening laugh, as if it were a battle both had eagerly anticipated.
Dante couldn't help but smile upon hearing that familiar chaos. The sound of the fight and laughter wasn't just a simple exchange of blows. It was the vibrant energy of two untamable forces facing each other with the same intensity and passion that had always guided them. Their relationship, though filled with challenges and chaos, was something deeper than any simple rivalry. They were like two halves of the same flame, always burning together, always seeking more, always challenging one another, with a complicity that transcended any logical explanation.
Ophis, still absorbed in the music, raised an eyebrow but didn't stop playing. "It seems that what calms with time… was never what truly mattered," she said lightly, her voice flowing as the sounds of battle continued to echo in the background.
Dante didn't respond immediately. Instead, he leaned back a little more on the piano bench, smiling with amusement. "I guess there will never be peace on this side of the world," he commented playfully, but his eyes were focused on the distant fight, as if enjoying the spectacle.
Ophis's music, which had previously commanded all the attention in the room, now seemed to adjust to the frenetic rhythm of the battle outside, the notes reflecting the intensity of the moment.
"I brought this," Dante said, placing the Black Diamond he received from Zathana on the piano.
"I see… it seems my Infinite Self has a message for you," Ophis said as she picked up the black crystal, studying it closely.
