My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

As Dante crossed the portal that led him to the Seventh Circle of Hell, he emerged into a realm that defied all expectations. The suffocating heat and the omnipresent flames of the previous circles had vanished, giving way to a landscape even more monstrous and disturbing. Black mountains, like coal, rose up, their twisted and irregular shapes as if the very bones of the earth had been molded into grotesque towers. The sky above, a deep, distorted purple, pulsed with malevolent energy, where silent lightning cut through dense clouds filled with a nauseating miasma. The air was saturated with the odor of decay, a mix of rot and hopelessness, and the feeling of being immersed in a chronicle of imminent destruction.

Dante moved forward, his steps firm on the ground that seemed to breathe, a repulsive fusion of flesh and stone pulsating beneath his feet as if it were a living entity. "What abyss of horror is this…" he murmured, his brow furrowed in disgust. "What else does fate have in store for me here?"

There, on the distorted horizon, an imposing figure stood out, sitting on a throne made of crushed skulls and spikes that dug into the bones. It was an indescribable creature, its body mutilated by deep scars, with torn wings that could barely support its weight. Its three heads, each more disturbing than the last, stared directly at Dante. The human head, crying rivers of blood, looked at him with a hollow, emotionless gaze; the wolf's head snarled furiously, its sharp teeth and predator's eyes glaring; while the raven's head, with its penetrating, soulless gaze, observed him with a deadly silence.

"Welcome to the Seventh Circle, Dante," said the human head, its voice spreading through the air with a sinister quality, reverberating as though emanating from all directions. "This is the domain of absolute destruction, where even the most irredeemable souls dissolve into annihilation."

"Oh, how poetic…" Dante responded, a sneer curling on his lips. "It seems you're the guardian of this place, aren't you? Well, like all those before you, there will come a time when you're defeated."

The wolf's head let out a deep, guttural laugh, filled with threats and rage. "You speak as if you have any control, as if you have any choice. Here, even hope is consumed. No one, not even the most powerful, can escape their fall."

Dante, unperturbed, adjusted the spear in his hands with a fluid motion, his black aura growing and expanding like an imminent storm. "Then do me a favor and be a little more interesting than your predecessors. I'm in a hurry to reach the end of this hell."

The Guardian of the Seventh Circle rose from the shadows, its monstrous form taking shape with a terrifying imposing presence. Its limbs, long and distorted, were wrapped in giant thorns and muscles that pulsated as though alive. In its hands, it wielded a fearsome weapon: a black chain, twisting like an independent entity, with sharp blades hanging from each link, reflecting the distorted purple light of the sky. Desolares spun the chain with brutal force, and the wind around it shuddered, roaring as if it were part of its own fury.

"You really don't know who you're dealing with, do you, fool?" The raven's head's voice cut through the air with absolute coldness, its tone relentless like hell itself. "I am Desolares, the final ruin. And you will not pass beyond here."

Before Dante could respond, Desolares attacked with supernatural speed, hurling the chain in his direction. The blades cut through the air with a deadly hum, tearing the space around it. Dante, moving like a shadow, dodged at the last second, but the impact of the chain hitting the ground caused an explosion of dense miasma, throwing him back with the force of a hurricane.

Rising from the ashes and dust, Dante shook his cloak with a disdainful smile. "Ah, so you're actually dangerous. This promises to be fun."

Without hesitation, he advanced with unbeatable speed, the spear in his hands radiating destructive energy. Desolares didn't hesitate either, and with a fierce rotation, made the chain dance through the air, attacking with an unpredictable and deadly pattern. But Dante, as always, was ahead, his agile body defying gravity as he leapt into the air, slicing through the space with a precise vertical strike that drove the spear into the creature's left shoulder.

Desolares roared in pain, a deep and fierce sound, but his reaction was immediate. He swung the chain with fury, the blades slicing through the space, hitting Dante in mid-jump and throwing him into one of the bone towers. The impact was devastating, and the tower disintegrated into a shower of debris that fell onto the battlefield.

Dante emerged from the rubble, his body covered in dust, but his aura now pulsed even more intensely, a dark shadow enveloping his being. "You're strong, but not invincible," he said, his defiant smile widening. "Now, it's time to get serious."

The battle between Dante and Desolares reached a new level of savagery. Each strike they exchanged seemed to resonate as a wave of destruction. Dante moved with the precision of a predator, his spear cutting through the air, creating explosions of black energy with each attack. The ground trembled beneath his feet, and the gusts of wind caused by the blade of his spear seemed to want to tear space itself. Desolares, in contrast, was a force of nature, his black chain moving with a deadly hum. Each link spun with brutal force, forcing Dante to constantly dodge to avoid being struck by the sharp blades.

Desolares growled with the voice of the wolf's head, a deep, threatening sound that reverberated across the battlefield. "You can't escape me, mortal! You're weak, pathetic!"

Dante only smiled, dodging yet another strike with agility, feeling the pressure of the cutting wind. "You're the one who will regret underestimating me."

He moved fast, faster than the guardian could perceive, and with each exchange of blows, Dante felt the gap widen. Desolares was becoming predictable. With each movement, each attack, he repeated the same patterns, trying to bind Dante with the brute force of the chain.

Suddenly, with deadly speed, Dante launched his spear with lethal precision, aiming for the human head of Desolares. The spear cut through the air and pierced the monster's flesh with a resounding crash. "Arrghhh!" The human head of Desolares screamed in agony as the projectile penetrated its forehead, causing the guardian to stagger backward, its massive body swaying.

The raven's head, now furious, spat a curse through its sharp teeth. "You'll pay for this, fool!"

Desolares, despite the pain, reacted quickly, trying to conjure a destructive spell. But Dante, with an agile movement, summoned Rebellion, transforming his spear back into a sword. In a fluid, precise motion, he decapitated the raven's head, the blade of the sword cutting through the air with a high-pitched screech of metal ripping flesh and bone. The raven's head fell with a dull thud as the magic dissipated into a sea of black sparks.

Desolares, now with only the wolf's head remaining, let out a scream of animalistic fury. "You won't get away with this, wretch!" He swung the chain, which cut through the air with deadly speed, trying to catch Dante in a surprise attack. The roar of pain and fury that erupted from his throat reverberated like thunder. But Dante, agile as a cat, leapt into the air, dodging with finesse and advancing toward the monster's weak point.

"Then show me what you're capable of, if you can!" Dante shouted as he descended like a storm, attacking decisively with his sword. With a single, precise strike, he cut through Desolares' left shoulder, causing the monster to roar in pain.

"Arghhh! Damn you!" Desolares growled, his wolf's head twisting with rage as he swung the chain with even more force, trying to crush Dante midair. The chain sliced through the space, and one of the blades struck Dante in the side, ripping his cloak and leaving a line of blood on his skin. He felt the pain, but didn't stop.

"This is nothing, bastard," Dante shouted, irritated, pulling back and preparing for the final blow. He jumped back, repositioning himself with precision, his eyes locked on the remaining head of the guardian.

With a wild roar, Desolares swung the chain once more, trying to immobilize Dante with his final attack. But Dante was already ahead, the sword in his hand gleaming with a pulsating black energy. He launched himself at the monster, leaping high, and with all the strength he had left, drove the blade into its chest, slicing through its flesh like a hot knife through butter.

Desolares screamed in agony, a tremendous pain that came from all of his throats, the sound reverberating across the distorted landscape of the Seventh Circle. "No... it can't... be..." He spat blood, his body beginning to disintegrate, the parts of his form dissolving into the air, while the pulsating ground devoured his flesh. The chain he wielded fell, lifeless.

"Another one for the pile..." Dante murmured, wiping the blade of his sword and slowly rising. "And I haven't even started to break a sweat."

Dante looked at the body and simply raised his hand. "Eat." He said, and his hellhounds emerged from his energy, devouring the entire body of the dead guardian.

"How is the fight between Lucifer and Astaroth going?" Dante asked the wind as his own figure appeared, sitting on a white cloud, looking at him with crossed legs in a lotus position.

"The tree is helping Lucifer with energy, but it seems there's something strange happening with it," Alter-Dante replied.

"I see... there are still two cycles left," Dante said as he began descending again into the abyss of the Eighth Circle of Hell.