My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

But I just accepted. They are not mine, are they? Yes, they are not mine. This "husband" mask will fall sooner or later... But you know...

Why is this feeling of possession so strong inside me? When Lilith pierced my chest, I had an insight, a small awareness of the reality I live in. Why do I still remain human? Yes, I am human... But... Why am I bothered by it?

No, it's not just a feeling, it's my essence.

Yes, that's right, I am not a vampire. I am still human... But... I don't want to be human. The weakness of humanity is detestable. I still have these empty feelings that make me feel weak...

But Lilith showed me something different, a different perception of the world. Yes, an impeccable vision.

Yes, that vision was beautiful, so beautiful that it was undeniable for me to dismiss it. But I wouldn't surrender to a demon just for worldly pleasures.

So, when I heard everything Alexander said about me, I think the key turned. I thought for a moment it was easy to just kill everyone and walk away with my head held high, but I couldn't just do that.

I broke.

A strange energy began to permeate my entire body, an energy never seen before by my eyes, such an exorbitant rage, an endless fury, an irregular wrath.

Part of me wanted to wipe out the entire arena along with all the applause for the disgusting speeches about me, and the other part of me wanted to wipe out the whole world. Was it an exaggeration? Probably yes, but who would say that to me? I don't care. Or so I thought. I guess my anger began to manifest physically when the lightning and thunder roared in the air.

I didn't know the real magnitude of what Lilith had given me, but that's where everything went wrong.

I felt the stares of some people; not even the artifact in my possession could bear my pressure anymore. I knew it was only momentarily this strength, but I didn't care. With just one leap, I landed in the arena.

The atmosphere grew heavy, countless fearful and furious looks hit me. Of course, I didn't care, but with just a glance, I decided that I was going to be a devastating demonstration of power.

And so I did, concentrating on my core, I unleashed all my strength, imposing my will over the aura. Thus, everyone felt the gravity drop or so I thought, as they crouched down. But it wasn't just that, they were suffocating. The power emanating from my body was driving them mad.

The amount of negative feelings within me was surreal. All eyes were drawn to me, unable to move. The arena was engulfed by a devastating aura, and I was the source.

I thought, "Destroy Everything," but I fought against that feeling. I didn't need to kill anyone, but I thirsted for deaths. I started to lose control. There were specialists in every corner, especially the female werewolves beside Velkan, who watched me curiously. Of course, as a king, he wouldn't be intimidated by my "mere power."

"So much power..." I heard the murmur coming from the VIP area, a familiar face, Katarina Ainsworth. Was this power high by her standards? I doubt it, but anyway, it was a compliment, I guess...

"It's like I'm in hell itself..." For the first time, Sara in the distance, the Virtue of Humility, showed an apprehensive expression on her face as she looked at me. Unfortunately, I realized I would be treated like a monster.

In the middle of the arena, without saying a word, I stood there, just waiting for someone to approach and stop me, but no one did. So, I continued. My long hair was floating with the negative gravity of my presence, my overcoat slightly opened, hovering, and my eyes focused on an idiot, yes, the biggest idiot.

Alexander Sucellus was in front of me. Again, I looked him up and down. He was lying on the ground, trying to survive the overwhelming pressure I was exerting on him, but I didn't care. Whoever he was, the son of the Werewolf King or not, at least this one was going to die.

Observing that scene, several werewolves began to appear inside the arena, as if they had already been ordered to go there, but a voice stopped them.

"This is comical," she said, her anger starting to affect the environment, causing small cracks in the ground. It wasn't just me who was ready for war; Nagasawa was so angry, not as much as me, but very angry.

I won't deny it was a divine sight to see. I registered in my memory her appearance, very different from the weak Nagasawa. She was mine now. Yes, that's right, I took her for myself. My first true conquest. Not that Valentina and Morgana weren't, but they saw me grow up and fell in love like that.

Nagasawa is different. She only knew me as Dante, without my last name or anything.

"They were honoring me a little while ago, can't you recognize the heroes?" Nagasawa commented with a mischievous smile. I internally sighed with love.

"Who are you!" One of the werewolves shouted, but it was just a shout. A second later, his head was in Nagasawa's hand, who didn't even bother to let them continue talking. The wolf's blood fell to the ground, gushing into a large puddle. The other wolves watched him cautiously and formed a combat formation, with spears and swords.

"Capture this demon!" They shouted, but it was the last thing they said. The heads of the six wolves fell to the ground in a fraction of a second. Nagasawa was already by my side, holding two hearts, her hands stained with blood amazed me. It was a beautiful scene.

"Do these wolves have good taste?" She asked with her mischievous smile, handing me one of the hearts. I couldn't deny and exploded the heart into my mouth. "No, trash like all the wolves," I said, provoking a wave of anger throughout the werewolf army that was emerging in the arena, it was just under a hundred Werewolves.

"That's why I hate Wolves." With just my words, they all tried to attack, but... I wasn't complacent. It was just a sword swing, a horizontal cut straight from the throne, bathing it in black flames. My sword killed not one or two, but almost thirty werewolves.

Blood, flesh, and flames. The arena was bathed in terror and painted with the blood of the werewolves who tried to face me. They could at least see what was happening to their "elites" who had nothing "elite" about them.

They were just cockroaches.

Calling them cockroaches was still a compliment. Cockroaches can survive nuclear explosions, and what about them? What can they do that's special besides dying? Exactly, nothing.

"Hey, darling! This one is quite cute, isn't he?" Nagasawa showed me the face of one of the werewolves who were still alive. He was indeed a handsome guy with blue eyes and golden hair. He was a common cliché. "Yes, he's quite cute," I replied, feeling a bit jealous. How could my woman say another man was cute?

"Look, darling, it's going to be a spectacle," she said with a macabre smile, and I just watched as she shoved liquids from her hand into his mouth. Of course, I identified that it was part of poison manipulation, but... I didn't think it would be so brutal.

His entire body started to ooze and melt, his face began to burn, his eyes popped out while a nauseating odor emanated from his melting holes. The poor guy didn't even have time to scream; the pain was so intense that his brain melted before he could even think of pain.

"My God, what am I seeing...?" Akiko was incredulous. I heard her from afar; advanced hearing made annoying things like this recurring. It wasn't just her saying such things; I had already identified at least ten acquaintances in the arena watching me.

Then I decided to start the show. When I noticed two witches on top of one of the rooftops waving at me, the plan was underway.

"It seems we have a crowd wanting to understand what's going on, how about you explain, Mutt?" I said as I walked towards Alexander, who remained silent. I also saw, at the other end, Forki, who had been in the arena the whole time. He was taking small steps backward every second to then flee... but he didn't count on a very angry woman.

When I felt Nagasawa moving, I turned around and saw a quite emblematic scene, like the first time Nagasawa was hit by the Guardian Golem and lost the use of her arms. Forki would feel the same.

With frightening speed, Nagasawa appeared by his side and unleashed a powerful punch of pure strength to his unprotected side.

Of course, he tried to shield himself when he noticed, but it was too late. The punch was so strong that he received an exposed fracture as if his bones had exploded. Well, that was more or less what really happened; the impact destroyed the bones from the inside out.

Nagasawa grabbed Forki's feet and dragged him. His body left a trail of blood like a scene from a horror movie. Various bruises and scrapes appeared on his body, and he probably wouldn't be able to walk anymore.

She threw Forki's body at my feet. He was unconscious, but Morgana healed him from a distance, and he quickly regained consciousness.

"Hello, sweetheart, did you miss your daddy?" I mocked the frightened face of the boy in front of me. It seemed like he could be squashed like a cockroach at any moment.

"You know, I've been feeling really bad lately... Is it because three traitors threw me into a hundred-floor underground dungeon? Or is it because they arranged a celebration for my death?" I questioned him, but received no answer. He was too scared, so I used something different to intimidate him, something I had recently learned... Blood Manipulation.

It was still experimental, but Lilith gave it to me when the previous events unfolded. Unlike Fire Manipulation, I didn't need mana to use it, just my own consciousness.

With a wave of my hands, all the blood on the ground, left by the corpses of dead dogs, began to manifest behind me, carrying the bones of the creatures, skins, and so on. I turned around and walked, creating a throne of corpses, like Valentina's in her mental world. Then I sat firmly on it, looking at the others with a smile.

With a blink of an eye, a red-haired woman appeared in my lap. Of course, my number one wife wanted to be the first to demonstrate such a scene, she wanted to show off.

"Ahh, it's so good to breathe in my wife's scent again." I spoke as I touched Valentina's neck with my tongue and sank my fangs into her jugular. She trembled slightly, but that only made it more flavorful. When I withdrew my fangs, she gave me a passionate kiss, leaving everyone in the arena open-mouthed.

Before I could say anything, a tall woman in a black dress appeared by my side and pulled me into another kiss. Of course, my precious witch, my second wife, the sexiest mage that existed.

"Hm," I murmured, tasting her lips. She wore a cherry-flavored gloss. It didn't match her personality, but her appearance was so divine that it didn't matter anymore whether it matched or not. Morgana was perfect.

Everyone watched that scene. Although it had been revealed many times that they were mine, many still thought it was a lie. Besides individual power, I was showing my political power in this idiotic demonstration.

"Hey, you're forgetting someone." Nagasawa murmured with a pout. Despite being a foul-mouthed and reserved woman, she was still honest, and I loved her honesty.

"Come here," I said gently, with a smile on my face. She approached slowly. I felt her apprehension, but she didn't cower; she already had her own path ahead of her, and so she followed it. She came closer to me, and for the first time, our lips met. I thought I would feel something like venom, but no. It was gentle, sweet, and calm.

Her fierceness in front of me was almost non-existent; after all...

Now, she was My Beautiful Wive

"My three wives are beautiful, aren't they?" I questioned in a mischievous tone that everyone could hear, yes, it echoed throughout the arena and silence hung in the air.

Yes, My Three Wives are Beautiful, my... Only mine.