My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

"Eh?? They've already revived? But that's wrong!" Nyx said nervously, glancing at Dante, who immediately stopped laughing and looked at her seriously.

"How is that wrong?" he questioned, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.

"How can they revive in a low-level sector?!" Nyx asked, a bit frightened. "Afrodite and I were from the same sector, just like Freya and Brynhildr, right?" She looked to Dante for confirmation, and he nodded. "Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi were beings above the full standard; there's no way they could revive in a weak sector," she continued.

"Well, the current Amaterasu, Valentina, is a vampire and possibly the strongest woman in the sector, not to mention the Absolute Being of this sector, which is also a woman," he commented thoughtfully. "And Morgana, the current Tsukuyomi... She's on the same level as Valentina," he added with a shrug.

"Hm... and their Legacies? Where are they?" Nyx asked suddenly, and Dante looked at her in surprise. "How do you know about that?" he questioned, since the Legacy... was something he didn't even know how it had ended up in that sector.

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"Of course I know! Who else could it be but the Abyssal Void of Space that spread them throughout the multiversal sectors? I am the Abyss, don't forget that," Nyx stated, and he blinked several times, staring at her.

"Huh? Did you forget? I'm sure I told you about it; they all made Legacies before that bastard betrayed you," she said, and Dante tried to search his memory but couldn't find anything. It was as if a huge blank had settled over his recollections.

"Nyx... Are you sure?" Dante asked, confused. "I don't remember..." he murmured, and Nyx gave a slight smile.

"Oh, come on... That wretched girl didn't give you your Legacy back?" Nyx asked, looking at him with her arms crossed.

"Hm? Who are you talking about?" he questioned. "What do you mean Legacy? I don't have a Legacy," Dante replied, trying to understand what she was talking about.

"Oh, of course! That disgusting bitch must have consumed the Legacy, right? Considering she was the last survivor, she probably consumed it to borrow power and survive... Yes, that's just like her," Nyx murmured, sounding like an extremely possessive woman.

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"If I had known and could have predicted that I would wake up at the same time you were reviving, I should have kept it with me!" she said, pacing back and forth as she thought.

"Alright, there are four legacies within you—what are they?" Nyx asked, analyzing him. "Tsukuyomi, Amaterasu, Arthur Pendragon, and Merlin," Dante answered.

"Alright, that's good... I hate relying on those bitches... but we have no options..." Nyx said, continuing to walk and think.

"Nyx, speak properly. What are you trying to do, and who is the 'disgusting bitch'? I can't help you if you keep up this old habit of trying to handle everything alone, dear," Dante said, and Nyx froze at the sound of "dear."

Well, she was a possessive Yandere.

Nyx wasn't someone who easily ceded control or admitted vulnerability, but hearing Dante call her "dear" seemed to break some emotional barrier.

She sighed, adjusting the dark cloak that floated around her as if it were part of the abyss itself. "Dear, huh? You have no idea how much I missed that," she murmured, her eyes narrowing in an almost satisfied expression, though a hint of jealousy lingered that she couldn't fully hide.

"Alright," she finally replied, her tone more serious.

"I'll explain everything at once. That 'disgusting bitch' I'm talking about is someone you know very well. Voralith had your Legacy, considering who she is. You left your legacy to her because... we were going to fight over it..." she murmured, turning her face away so he wouldn't see her.

"She must have consumed it at some point, to survive or... to speak with your past self or its remnants. Well, you're still incomplete, so I think it's better if you go talk to her," Nyx explained.

"That explains... some of the gaps. Now I think I understand..." he murmured, his gaze distant.

Dante remembered something... One day... when Voralith simply disappeared, but she never mentioned it... Despite the fact that...

'She used it at that moment...' he murmured.

"I think I know what happened... that woman, hahah," Dante chuckled lightly, looking at Nyx. "I'll talk to her when I get back," he said, and Nyx seemed a bit... uncomfortable.

"I don't want you to go yet..." She pouted. "It's been so many years, you know? I missed you..."

The woman who once exuded an intimidating and almost untouchable presence now seemed to let genuine longing show through.

He sighed, trying to hide a smile. "You know it won't be easy to convince me, right? And you, Nyx... you're the last person I'd imagine pouting."

Nyx averted her gaze, crossing her arms. "You have no idea, darling. Of the time I waited, of the emptiness that was bearing your absence." Her voice trembled slightly, and the dark mantle around her seemed to pulse, reflecting her contained emotions.

"You really haven't changed at all." Dante stepped closer, just inches away from her. "It's a shame I can't stay here, but…"

Nyx froze for a moment, surprised by the sudden shift. The vast, dark environment that surrounded them had vanished, replaced by a more intimate space, like a private room in the depths of the Abyss. It was a place she had never created, and for a moment, she realized she was at the mercy of Dante himself...

She blinked, still surprised, but a satisfied smile quickly spread across her face. "This is new... even for you, darling," she murmured, sliding her hands slowly over his chest, feeling the strength of his presence so close to hers.

Dante, for his part, held her more firmly, his eyes fixed on hers with an intensity that made her feel the weight of the connection they shared. "You wanted me to stay, didn't you? And I needed to sleep, so..." He replied in a low, challenging tone, with a smirk. "I'll give you the pleasure of watching me sleep."

Nyx slid her hands to his face, her expression softening. "I've waited so long... but even so, it's almost impossible to imagine that you are here with me," she said gently, gazing at him. "These moments... no matter how much I try to play hard to get, they are what I wanted most."

Dante let out a soft laugh, a rare and almost ironic sound. "Ah, so that's it... The all-powerful Nyx, mistress of the Abyss, yielding to the little whims of humanity like watching someone sleep?"

He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her in a firm but familiar embrace. It was as if, for an instant, all the conflicts and responsibilities that separated them were set aside. "Well," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "if this is what you want, enjoy it while you can. Because it won't last long."

Nyx rested her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart, feeling the warmth that seemed almost impossible coming from Dante. It was a feeling she had suppressed for so long that now, finally surrendering, it felt unreal. "I'll savor every second, even if it's just once," she murmured, her fingers tracing gentle lines over him, as if engraving the sensation into her memory.

As Nyx relaxed, unknowingly, her energy overflowed into the sector, catching the attention of several entities. This unexpected touch awakened someone long dormant.

In one of the imposing halls of a Greek palace, a woman suddenly opened her eyes, gasping, as if she had emerged from a deep and forgotten dream. Fragmented memories began to reassemble, filling every corner of her mind with vivid images and sensations that made her gasp.

The intensity of the memories was almost unbearable; it made her body pulse, her trembling hands barely able to grasp the thin fabric of her dress as she rose unsteadily and rushed to the nearest window.

Her pink hair swayed in her red dress until she stumbled, nearly falling from the window, but her eyes remained firm as she looked to the skies.

The stars shone in a dark sky, like silent guardians of the abyss. But she wasn't looking at the stars.

She felt a presence burning in her chest, an overwhelming sensation that made her heart pound with a familiar and unmistakable force.

"W-what?" she whispered, almost incredulous, as his name escaped her lips: "my husband?" Her voice trembled, and she fell to her knees, feeling the warmth of that invisible bond invade every cell of her body.

It was a mix of longing, desire, and delicious pain, as if the void that had consumed her for so long finally found fulfillment.

The trembling of her legs made her bend over, the pleasure and longing reverberating through her as she absorbed the intensity of that memory, that unfinished love, just by remembering it, her insides began to tingle and release little liquids of love.

There, kneeling, she let the memories flow like a river that had been dammed up for so long. She remembered his face, his voice, his firm, imposing touch. She felt the weight of that presence now so alive, the same one she had sworn never to forget.

She pulled herself together, slowly expelling the weakness of the unexpected reunion. Ella stood up, closing her eyes and concentrating on the bond she felt stronger than ever. With a faint smile, she murmured to herself, "Finally, after so long... I can feel you again." She felt that he was close, knew that he was by Nyx's side.

"Ah, Nyx..." she said with a hint of jealousy and resentment in her voice. "You damn old cow, you woke up and forgot to tell us, you bitch! You got back together with your darling without waking us up!" But as much as she felt the bitter pang of rivalry, her desire to see him was greater than anything else. "It doesn't matter. I've found him, and this time... this time I won't let him go."

Suddenly the door opened, and a maid entered...

"L-Lady Aphrodite? Are you all right?!" She said frightened, seeing the wet floor and how... dirty the woman was...

Slowly, she stood up, straightening her clothes with a touch of her delicate hand, although her legs still trembled slightly.

"Yes, I'm... back," she replied, trying to regain her cool, controlled tone. "Now... bring me a new robe, I'm sticky..."

'It's a good thing this body has never had a man... I'm glad I took care of myself...' Aphrodite murmured.