My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

"Ah... what a mess. She started the plan," Dante commented. "Hey, you little shit, tell me where the Sins of Wrath and Envy are." The demon looked at him and flashed a wide grin.

The demon, with his distorted and lazy form, closed his eyes even more intensely, visibly trying to escape the moment.

Laziness dominated him, but the fact that someone was questioning him—especially someone who seemed like more of a demon than he—stirred his sluggish soul, even though he didn't have the strength to act. The energy emanating from him was as dense as the fog of a deep sleep, the sloth that enveloped him turning him into a caricature of his own sin.

"Come on, I'm waiting," Dante remained standing, watching, without hurry. He felt the energy of the demon, still hot with traces of power from the Sin of Sloth, but knew it was only a matter of time before he succumbed. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp and cold, in no rush at all.

"Do you really think Hell is over?" Dante asked, his voice low, but filled with authority. "Or are you just looking for an excuse to keep sleeping while everything crumbles around you?"

The demon grimaced, feeling the weight of the question, but once again gave in to his nature, his eyes closed as if the conversation were just an annoying interruption. He didn't have the strength to react, and his resistance was minimal, fragile like a thread ready to snap.

'This guy isn't going to say anything until I grab that damn Sin. I'll have to kill him,' Dante murmured, not that he cared... He had killed Beelzebub in a much more brutal way than a lazy demon who just sleeps. In fact, he probably wouldn't even notice that he died. It would just be an eternal sleep.

"You don't get it, man... Hell is in pieces because the demons themselves started killing each other. I'm the Sin of Sloth, I... I don't want to fight anymore," the demon let out a tired laugh, almost sleepily. "Why do you want more chaos? Isn't what we've done enough? It doesn't make sense... it's not worth it."

"Yeah, I know, that's why I want to stop it. So tell me where the other Sins are," Dante commented, though the demon didn't seem to be listening. Out of nowhere, he said something Dante wasn't even asking. It seemed like the demon's mind was corrupted, like a computer hard drive.

Dante didn't move. He observed the demon for a moment, his eyes reflecting the darkness of the room. He knew it wouldn't be easy to pull the truth out of a creature like this, one so deeply submerged in sin that it didn't even care about its own existence anymore.

"You're right about one thing," Dante said, his words sounding like steel. "Hell is in pieces. And you should've been a pillar of Hell, but look at you..."

For the first time, the demon looked at Dante with a more attentive expression. Something in Dante's eyes had changed, as if the very air around him became heavier, more threatening.

Read the latest on empire

'Let's see if this works... my charm has become much stronger since I started absorbing the Sins... maybe...' Dante murmured, thinking of doing something.

"Wrath is in Hell," the demon responded while looking into Dante's eyes... 'It works even on demons... Greed and Lust are really something else.'

What did Dante do? He used the Sins of Greed and Lust together, trying to discover something by manipulating the demon's mind. After all, his lack of energy left his mind exposed. And what did he do? Forced a dream, just like Asmodeus did.

"I am the sin," the demon spoke as though revealing part of himself, his voice a hollow echo, but there was no longer any confidence in it. "I didn't choose to be this way... I just wanted to sleep forever..."

Dante took a step forward, slowly, without abrupt movement. He crouched down, lowering himself to nearly the demon's level, feeling the energy the demon had starting to pulse toward him. It was as if the very air became heavier, more charged.

"I'm sorry," Dante murmured. "The thing is, you were never the sin. You just carried it. I know it's sad, but you held up well. And now... I'll consume everything that remains of you and let you rest forever. Sleep well, little demon."

With a calm movement, Dante extended his hand and touched the demon's chest. The energy it released was immediately absorbed by Dante, as if he were a vortex sucking up all the essence of the Sin of Sloth. The demon made a muffled sound, a final gasp of resistance, but he didn't have enough strength to resist. His form distorted as his energy drained quickly, while Dante absorbed every piece of his existence.

The room around them seemed to bend under the rising energy, as the demon, now formless, dissipated into black smoke, consumed by Dante. The essence of sloth, passivity, the indolence it represented—all of it was consumed by Dante with astonishing speed. What had once been a being of great power was now nothing more than a trace of energy, now part of him.

When everything settled, Dante stood, his eyes still closed as he absorbed the last essence of the Sin of Sloth. He felt his energy merging with his own, amplifying his strength. Something else began to form within him, a deeper, more commanding authority. The Sin of Sloth was now under his control.

He opened his eyes, and his presence seemed even more intense, more dominating. The transformation was complete. He had taken control of the Sin of Sloth, and nothing would stop him now.

He looked into the emptiness ahead and whispered, "I'll speed this up... I need to grab the remaining two before going after Pride."

...

In the heart of the Witch Kingdom, a place immersed in fog and shadows, where magic and mystery intertwined, a figure gazed at the vast landscape with a hungry look. She was a witch, but not one of the most powerful or influential in the kingdom. She wasn't one of the most feared, nor did she possess titles of renown among her sisters. She was just an ordinary witch, but her envy, that dark essence that consumed her, made her a unique presence.

Her name was Eveline, and she had the gift of magic, but her power didn't lie in the blessings that the other witches possessed. No, Eveline's magic was different. It came from the relentless desire to have what she could not reach. And that made her dangerous. She watched, always in silence, always in the shadows, longing for what others had—power, wealth, attention. And her envy gnawed at her more and more, causing her magic to become distorted, dangerously intense.

She walked through the dense forest of the Witch Kingdom, where the tall trees whispered secrets, and magical creatures hid in the shadows. Each step she took was careful, as if the world around her were a competition in which she always felt at a disadvantage.

Today, however, something troubled her even more. An event that would test her envy. She had heard of a new magical artifact, an item so powerful that it could increase the power of whoever possessed it to an unimaginable level. Eveline knew that if she obtained that relic, she could finally achieve what she had always wanted—respect, admiration, power.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

But there was a problem: another witch, Lira, already had her eye on the artifact. And Lira was a powerful witch, one of the few who had stood out in the kingdom, earning the trust of Queen Alice Arcano, the sovereign of the witches... Well, Lira was the Queen's daughter, something few actually knew.

Eveline couldn't let that happen. She couldn't allow Lira to be the first to reach the artifact.

It was then that, in a moment of pure rage and envy, Eveline used forbidden magic. With a dark spell, she cast a curse of destruction upon Lira, causing her to be attacked by a monstrous magical creature that, with its sharp claws, tore the artifact from the witch's hands before disappearing into the abyss of the forest.

Lira appeared before her, her eyes burning with an fury that could not be ignored.

"You... Eveline?" Lira's voice was low, but filled with an indomitable power.

"You think you can defeat me with dirty spells? What you didn't know is that my power is fueled by the very envy you try to control," Eveline said, and in the final moment...

Before Eveline could react, a blinding light appeared in the sky, illuminating the forest. She knew then that she was finished.

Lira stared at her one last time before disappearing into the shadows of the forest, and Eveline felt the pain of her defeat like a blade piercing her heart.

It was then that a new power made itself felt, a presence she didn't immediately recognize. A distant energy, but one that was drawing closer.

"How pathetic." The Witch Queen, the sovereign of them all, appeared. Her presence was imposing, her gaze sharp, and a deadly calm radiated from her.

"You were naive, Eveline," Alice said with an enigmatic smile. "But perhaps you've done more than you realize. I'll have to call the boy... I think I've found what he wanted."