My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire-Chapter 516: EXTRA - Pet!

Dante Scarlet walked calmly across the vast, desolate plains of Hell, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black overcoat. The hot wind carried ashes through the air, while fissures of lava glowed in the cracked ground, painting an infernal landscape of scarlet and orange hues.

Beside him, Nagasawa Scarlet strode with firm steps, her sharp gaze scanning the horizon. Her silver hair gleamed under the red sky's light, and her long black cape billowed in the wind.

"So, this is the place?" Dante asked, kicking a small volcanic rock.

Nagasawa crossed her arms and frowned. "I'm still analyzing. It's not enough to just find a large enough space—we need to ensure that the magical structure of the area can support a large-scale construction."

Dante nodded. He trusted Nagasawa's judgment completely when it came to magical engineering and demonic architecture. She was an expert in this field—one of the only ones he actually listened to when it came to building something grand.

"Well… at least the weather is nice," Dante remarked with a half-smile, glancing at the sky, heavy with dark clouds and distant thunder.

Nagasawa glanced at him sideways. "You really think this place is 'nice'?"

"Oh, absolutely. Warm, quiet, no idiots around to annoy me… A true paradise."

Nagasawa sighed. "Your concept of paradise is… unique."

Dante merely shrugged.

They walked in silence for a few more minutes while Nagasawa performed mental calculations and assessed the ground's conditions. Every so often, she crouched down, touching the rocks with her fingertips and murmuring incantations to test the material's resistance.

Dante took the opportunity to observe the scenery around him. The plains were vast, nearly endless, covered in black, cracked soil, with rivers of magma winding through the land like fiery veins. The hot wind carried the scent of sulfur, but for a being like him, it was almost nostalgic.

"So?" he asked after a while.

Nagasawa stood up, brushing off her hands. "The magical structure of the ground is unstable in some areas, but nothing that arcane reinforcement can't fix. If we want to expand the infernal domains, this region could work."

Dante's satisfied smile spread. "Great. I can already picture what this place will look like when we're done."

Nagasawa raised an eyebrow. "You already have something in mind?"

Dante placed a hand on his chin, thoughtful. "Hm… A new district for the infernal citizens. Something functional but also imposing. A symbol of our power. Maybe with obsidian towers, roads reinforced with magic, perhaps even a new kind of fortress…"

Nagasawa listened carefully, and for a brief moment, Dante caught a glint of enthusiasm in her eyes. She loved challenges like this.

"If we're going to build something on that scale, we'll need to channel energy directly from the infernal cores," she noted, already drafting plans in her mind.

"That won't be a problem," Dante assured. "Morgana can reinforce the arcane barriers, and Valentina can make sure no one interferes during construction."

Nagasawa nodded, satisfied. "In that case, we can start soon."

Dante smiled. It was good to work with efficient people.

For a moment, they stood in silence again, simply appreciating the vastness of the infernal plains.

Dante stopped walking the moment he heard the muffled growl coming from underground. His eyes narrowed, and he immediately lowered his hand, touching the hot, cracked earth to sense any trace of energy.

Nothing.

That bothered him.

How could something be there without him sensing its presence? There was no detectable magical signature, no infernal energy flow. And yet, a sound of pain echoed from beneath the surface, almost like a distant lament.

Nagasawa heard it too. Her body tensed, and she extended her hand, conjuring magical circles around the area.

"Did you feel that?" she asked.

Dante shook his head slightly. "I didn't feel anything… and that's exactly the problem."

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Then, the growl came again—longer, deeper. As if the creature below was in agony.

Dante didn't hesitate.

He snapped his fingers.

The ground cracked violently. An explosion of dust and volcanic rock rose into the air, revealing a deep hole. Both waited for something to leap out from within—perhaps a lesser demon or some forgotten entity.

But what emerged was something even Dante hadn't expected to see.

A massive creature, covered in black scales and crimson markings, writhed within the pit, wounded and weak. Its eyes burned with an intense, blood-red glow—filled with rage and despair. But the most shocking sight was the state of its wings—or rather, what was left of them.

Its wings had been brutally torn away. Not cut with precision, but shattered, ripped apart as if they had been crushed and then forcibly torn off.

Dante narrowed his eyes.

"This is…"

"A demonic wyvern…" Nagasawa finished, surprised.

Wyverns were common in some realms of Hell, but Dante had never seen one like this. Its body structure was different, its aura strangely muted, and there was something about it that made it… unusual.

The creature tried to rise, but its body failed.

Its muscles were atrophied, its scales cracked, and dark blood seeped from its open wounds. It wasn't just wounded—it had been tortured.

Dante crossed his arms, observing the wyvern with an analytical gaze.

"Who the hell did this to you?"

The monster only let out a weak growl, its breathing heavy and irregular.

Nagasawa knelt beside the pit, examining the wounds closely. "These cuts… this wasn't done by an ordinary blade. These were torn off with brute force."

Dante let out a sigh. He had seen countless atrocities in Hell, but this… this bothered him more than it should have.

He stared at the agonizing wyvern for a few seconds. Then, he extended his hand.

"You have two options," he said, his voice laced with authority. "You can die here, alone… or you can come with me… and maybe find a new purpose."

The wyvern lifted its head with difficulty. Its red eyes met Dante's, and for a moment, something passed between them.

A spark.

A silent pact.

The beast let out one last growl before lowering its head in submission.

Dante smirked. "Great choice."

He extended his hand without haste, his crimson eyes gleaming with intensity.

"Cure."

The word resonated like an absolute decree.

His demonic energy flowed from his fingers like a river of pure infernal power, enveloping the wounded wyvern in a mantle of scarlet energy. The black flames of his magic burned around the monster, but instead of causing pain, they restored its flesh, regenerated its scales, and revitalized its exhausted body.

The wounds healed instantly. The marks of torture vanished. Its muscles regained their strength, and its once-dull gaze sharpened once more.

The wyvern lifted its head, feeling its newfound vitality. It growled—not in pain this time, but in renewal.

Dante lowered his hand and smirked. "Much better."

The monster rose to its full height, its immense form now restored to its original glory. Its black scales shimmered with a metallic sheen, and the crimson markings across its body pulsed with energy. The wyvern flexed its wings…

And then realized.

It had no wings anymore. They hadn't grown back.

The beast turned its gaze to Dante, as if expecting an answer.

Dante crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Hm… Looks like you're gonna need a new pair of wings, huh?"

The wyvern let out a low rumble, as if in agreement.

Nagasawa, who had been watching closely, sighed. "You really picked up a problematic beast."

Dante smirked and patted the creature's snout. "Don't worry… I'll give you something even better."

A hundred years passed.

Hell changed. It evolved. It expanded beyond what anyone could have ever imagined.

And at the center of it all stood him—Dante Scarlet, the Demon God.

But by his side, an equally imposing figure ruled the skies of the Underworld.

Kaisel.

The demonic wyvern, once a mutilated being on the verge of death, was now a legendary creature. His name was whispered with respect and fear by all the races of Hell. He was not just a monster—he was Dante's personal guardian, a living symbol of his master's absolute power.

His wings, once severed, had been replaced by something far more magnificent. Thanks to Nagasawa's demonic engineering and Morgana's ancient magic, Kaisel had been gifted a new pair of wings forged from the essence of Hell itself. They were vast, made of black flames and crimson energy, capable of cutting through the skies like blazing blades.

His eyes glowed like live embers, and his mere presence was enough to make armies hesitate before approaching Dante's fortress.

And now, he was more than just a companion—he was the flying nightmare that ravaged the enemies of the Demon God.

However, now… the so-called "guardian"… the great Kaisel, the legendary demonic wyvern, was lying atop one of the towers of Dante's fortress, his flaming wings folded against his body as he watched the movement below. His sharp gaze swept over the corridors, ever watchful for any threat… but, at the moment, there were no enemies to incinerate.

There was only one thing bothering the massive infernal guardian.

He shifted slightly, tapping his tail against the ground with impatience. Then, with surprisingly careful movements for a creature of his size, he lowered his head and let out a deep purr, a guttural and powerful sound that echoed through the surroundings.

Dante, who was sitting on the edge of the balcony with a cup of black infernal tea in hand, just sighed.

"Again, Kaisel?" he asked, standing up.

The wyvern only brought his head closer, his enormous reptilian pupils fixed on Dante, as if waiting for something very important.

Dante ran a hand over his face but couldn't help a smile.

"Alright, alright… But only because I don't have anything urgent today."

And so, the feared Demon God, supreme ruler of Hell, began to scratch the giant wyvern's head, running his fingers through the black and red scales as if he were petting a simple domestic cat.

Kaisel closed his eyes and let out another deep purr, this time more satisfied. His tail swished from side to side, almost knocking over a nearby statue.

From above, Valentina, Morgana, and Nagasawa watched the scene.

"Is that cute or completely ridiculous?" Valentina asked, crossing her arms.

"Both," Morgana replied, holding back a laugh.

Nagasawa simply sighed. "I wish I were in Kaisel's place."

Dante looked up and saw his wives watching. He paused for a moment, blinked slowly… then gave Kaisel one last pat on the head before turning with the dignity of a king.

"By the way, I saw you watching."

The three disappeared at once.