My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Dante, his feet far from the ground, gently rose, his body levitating in the air as if gravity were a mere joke. The gray sky above the giants' realm seemed to distort even further with his presence. He observed the remnants of the giants, their bloodied bodies and eyes filled with terror. The power in his golden eyes was no longer a vague threat but a promise of absolute destruction.

He raised a hand, and the air around him distorted, making the ruins in the distance pulse with dark energy. Dante looked at the surviving giants, his cruel smile still evident, but now with a more palpable ferocity.

"Submission or Death?" he asked, his voice echoing like thunder, reverberating through the mountains and valleys, reaching the ears of the last resistants. Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire

The giants, the few that remained, looked at each other. Fear was clear, but there was something else in their eyes — a fury, a desperate will to fight. They would not bend. Not without one last attempt at revenge.

The tallest among them, scarred from past battles and with a fierce gaze, raised his spear with renewed strength. "We will fight to the end!" his voice boomed, full of hatred and defiance, trying to ignite the flame of resistance among the others.

Dante laughed, a low, joyless chuckle, as if he had heard the funniest of jokes. He shook his head slowly, still floating, his body like a shadow defying the laws of nature.

"Then fight. Just know that this will be the last thing you do."

With a fluid movement of his hand, he pointed at the giants, and the air around them distorted. The ground trembled, the sky darkened, and suddenly, an explosion of pure energy erupted from the earth. Dante's power was an untamable storm, and he was about to show the giants what it meant to defy a being like him.

The giant with the spear was the first to move. He advanced, the spear's metal gleaming under the darkened sky, determined to pierce Dante's body. But before he could take a step, a wave of black energy enveloped him. His muscles began to tremble, his joints cracking under immense pressure.

Dante, with a simple finger movement, made the giant stop. He looked at the beast with absolute coldness, like a man observing an ant being crushed. "I thought you were going to fight..." Dante murmured, a twisted smile forming on his lips.

With a snap of his fingers, the dark energy engulfed the giant, crushing his joints until they shattered. His bones broke, and a scream of pain erupted from his throat, but it was quickly silenced. The body was reduced to a twisted, broken mass, still alive but unable to move.

"I said death would be the choice, not the fight." Dante murmured before turning his gaze to the others. "And now... you will be my soldiers. Demons. Your bodies will no longer be the same."

The remaining giants looked on in terror as Dante spun his hands, invoking an even stronger black power. The dense and relentless energy he summoned seemed to consume the air around them, a vortex of pure destruction. Shadows on the ground began to move, and the giants felt excruciating pain, as if their bodies were being torn apart from the inside.

With a fluid motion, Dante sliced the sky with his hands. The space around them distorted even further. A roar of pain filled the air as the giants' bodies began to transform, their forms changing into something... much more terrifying.

The first of them was transformed before their very eyes. His hands stretched out, his fingers elongating, gaining sharp claws, while his skin covered in a thick, dark layer, like the deepest night. His eyes turned red, glowing with an internal fire. He was no longer a giant but a creation of shadows, a puppet of Dante, with a soul now enslaved to his will.

Dante looked at the others, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. "You can no longer run, my soldiers. Death, as you said, is but a remote possibility. Now... you will serve me."

The remaining giants, unable to react, began to writhe. Their bodies were being overtaken by a force they could not control, their wills crumbling before Dante's power. But there was one last giant, a warrior who refused to accept the transformation. His eyes were filled with rage, and he still tried to lift his sword. But before he could take a step, Dante made a gesture, and an explosion of energy enveloped him.

"It would be foolish to resist," Dante said, his voice dark and authoritative. "You have two options: surrender or destruction. But now, only one remains."

With a single movement, the dark energy spread, consuming the last giant, transforming his flesh into pure demonic energy. He was no longer a being with his own will, but a puppet in Dante's hands, now part of his shadow army.

Dante looked toward the horizon, observing the kingdom that was now silent and devastated. The last breath of resistance had vanished. "This kingdom will not be remembered," he said to himself. "Only its new masters."

With a gesture of his hand, the transformed giants began to rise, now with dark and threatening expressions. They were ready to follow his orders, to be used as weapons in the battles Dante would face ahead.

"Come, my War Demons," Dante murmured, his golden eyes glowing with malice. "The future awaits."

The wind howled, and the transformed giants marched, their heavy and precise steps as if they were being commanded by a force they could not resist. The kingdom of the giants was finished, reduced to ashes and shadows. And with it, any resistance had been erased.

Dante slowly turned, gazing at the devastated landscape before him. The sky, now tinged with a deep red, seemed to mourn the death of the kingdom, reflecting the destruction he had caused. The shadows of his new demonic soldiers aligned behind him, awaiting his orders, their eyes glowing with the energy now pulsing through their bodies. They were ready to fulfill any desire of their master.

"Now… let's make sure there's no one else hiding," Dante said, his voice as cold as the biting wind sweeping through the ruins around them. He gave a faint smile, his sharp teeth glistening under the darkened twilight. His expression showed no mercy, only a malignant satisfaction with death and destruction.

With a simple clap of his hands, the world around him seemed to tremble. The air distorted, and a deafening crash reverberated across the horizon. In the next instant, a gigantic meteor appeared from the skies, cutting through the firmament with its relentless speed. It was like a storm of destruction, a celestial beast, with a tail of flames and smoke lighting up the darkness.

Dante watched as the meteor approached the earth, his smile growing sadistically. The impact would be devastating, like a final blow, an overwhelming conclusion to the giants' fate. The kingdom, with its mountains and valleys, prepared to be obliterated.

"No one will survive this," Dante murmured, his eyes burning with an even darker intensity. He let out a low laugh, almost like a threatening whisper. "So, this is the end. Farewell, Kingdom of the Giants."

The meteor continued to descend, its force growing with each passing second, an irreversible death sentence for that place. As it neared, Dante raised a hand, watching the impending chaos with a glacial calm. The impact would be his final seal, the last signature of his destruction, and he knew that nothing and no one could stop it.

The earth trembled with the impact, and the explosion of light, heat, and darkness consumed everything, creating a cataclysm that would erase every trace of that kingdom forever. The sound of the collision was like the roar of a thousand thunderstorms, and a shockwave swept across the mountains, crushing everything in its path.

Dante remained in the air, watching the destruction impassively. The few fragments that remained of the kingdom dissolved into ashes and ruins, and with that, the fate of the Kingdom of the Giants was sealed. There would be no more resistance, no more refuge.

He turned to his demonic soldiers, now aligned and ready to march toward the next step of his plan.

"Go to hell and await my orders," Dante said, his voice imbued with absolute authority, like a final command to the giants who were at his mercy. Before anyone could respond or react, their bodies began to melt, liquefied by their own shadows, as if the darkness itself was consuming them. In the blink of an eye, they completely vanished, leaving only the echo of Dante's command in the air.

He looked once more at the destroyed kingdom, a devastated landscape of ashes and ruins, where even the sky seemed to mourn the tragedy. With each step he took, the earth seemed to bend to his will. With a soft sigh and a fluid gesture, he reverted to his dragon form, his immense black wings stretching out and casting a shadow that covered all the destruction below. The sky trembled as he took flight, floating above the chaos with a presence that made everything around him seem insignificant.

"Hm... Let's see..." he murmured to himself, his golden eyes observing the scene with an insatiable gaze. Suddenly, something caught his attention. A shiver ran through his body as he realized that the meteor had not only destroyed the land but also killed some of the giants still moving. Their bodies, now in pieces, began to writhe and take on life in a macabre manner.

"Right... this is interesting," Dante said, his eyes gleaming with cruel pleasure. The giants' bodies, now deformed and twisted, began to transform into new forms, their shadows becoming demonic entities. Demon giants, reborn by the very darkness he had invoked. He watched as they rose, their twisted and darkened flesh taking on monstrous shapes, fiercer than ever before.

Dante looked at them, his eyes lighting up with a macabre energy. "Go to hell too," he coldly ordered, his voice like a sharp blade cutting through the air. The new demon giants immediately scattered, vanishing into the darkness, ready to fulfill the destiny Dante had imposed upon them.

He turned, observing the vastness of his new army, his eyes fixed on the broken mountains and the devastated land around him. The destruction was complete. He had what he wanted — an army of demonic giants, ready to follow his commands. Now, the only thing left to do was decide the next step.

"So... now that I have an army of demonic giants, what do I do next?" Dante questioned aloud, the calmness of his tone contrasting with the ferocity in his eyes. He began to float slowly, his thoughts turning to the possibilities that lay ahead of him.

"Ah, of course..." he said with a venomous smile, the memory of something — or someone — surfacing. "I have to check on that little wolf I left behind..." he said, disappearing...