My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Azazel, even on his knees and with his body marked by deep wounds, let out a roar that made the ground tremble.

His eyes, once a faint red glow, now burned like fiery furnaces. He used his mace to push himself up, and as he did, his body began to change.

Muscles swelled, his skin darkened further, and a pulsating red aura emanated from him, as if the very essence of rage had been unleashed.

"You think you've defeated me?" Azazel growled, his voice deeper and reverberating, every word dripping with pure hatred. "I am the Sin of Wrath incarnate! The more you hurt me, the stronger I become!"

Dante took a step back, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, great. A walking cliché. It wasn't enough to be big and dumb, you also get stronger the angrier you get."

Azazel ignored the taunt. He lifted his mace, now glowing with blazing runes, and swung it with impossible speed for someone his size. A shockwave erupted around him, sending debris flying and creating a crushing pressure that raced toward Dante.

Dante dashed to the side, narrowly avoiding the strike, but the shockwave caught him, hurling him into a nearby boulder. He quickly got back to his feet, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth. "Okay, that was a bit more interesting," he admitted, spinning his spear.

Azazel charged like a hurricane, his footsteps shaking the ground. Every swing of his mace was accompanied by explosions of pure infernal energy. Dante dodged skillfully, moving like a shadow, but Azazel's increased speed and power were undeniable.

In a moment of distraction, one of Azazel's strikes hit the ground near Dante, creating an explosion that grazed him and sent him flying into the air. Before he could recover, Azazel was on him, grabbing him with a massive hand.

"Now you die, worm!" Azazel roared, squeezing Dante with all his might. The red flames around his hand began to burn Dante's flesh, drawing a grunt of pain from him.

"You really like to talk, don't you?" Dante rasped, his voice strained but still laced with mockery. With a colossal effort, he maneuvered his spear, still in his free hand, and plunged it into Azazel's arm. The spear's tip glowed with pulsating dark energy, releasing a blast of power that made the demon howl in pain and drop him.

Dante landed on his feet, panting but still smiling. "You're tough, I'll give you that. But I'm nowhere near finished."

Azazel roared again, his rage reaching an insane level. The ground around him began to crack, and infernal flames erupted from below. He raised his mace, now fully enveloped in red energy, and slammed it into the ground with all his might. The earth split apart, creating fissures that spread like webs, spewing molten lava and waves of energy.

Dante leapt onto a floating rock, avoiding the destruction below. He looked at Azazel with a calculated gaze. "If this is the best you've got, I'm starting to get bored."

Azazel responded by ripping a nearby stone pillar from the ground and hurling it at Dante. He dodged with a jump, but Azazel was ready. In a surprisingly fast move, he appeared beside Dante in mid-air, swinging his mace.

Dante managed to block with his spear, but the impact was devastating. He was sent hurtling backward, slamming into a rocky wall that collapsed on top of him. Azazel landed heavily, his laughter booming across the infernal landscape. "You're strong, but you're no match for me!"

From the rubble, Dante's voice emerged, calm and sharp. "Is that so? Then I guess it's time I stopped playing around."

The debris exploded as Dante emerged, his aura now pulsing with a dark glow. His spear, once shimmering with dark energy, now seemed alive, vibrating in his hands as if hungry for more blood. Dante twirled the weapon, the sound of it slicing through the air like a battle cry.

"Let's finish this, Azazel," Dante said, dashing forward with a speed that the demon could barely follow.

The battle intensified. Dante moved like a tempest, his spear dancing through the air and delivering swift, precise strikes. Azazel, with his overwhelming strength and relentless fury, countered with brutal blows that shook the ground around them. Each clash sent sparks of infernal and shadowy energy lighting up the chaotic battlefield.

In a decisive maneuver, Dante dodged a powerful swing from Azazel, slid beneath his legs, and drove his spear deep into the demon's flank. Azazel roared in pain, but before he could retaliate, Dante twisted the weapon, unleashing a blast of energy that obliterated part of his torso.

Staggering, Azazel fell to his knees, black blood pouring from his wounds. He tried to rise again, but Dante was already upon him. "You're strong, but your rage blinds you. And in the end, that was your downfall."

With a final motion, Dante raised his spear and drove it straight into Azazel's heart. The weapon's dark energy consumed the demon from the inside out, his flesh disintegrating into ash as he let out one last roar of fury.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

When Azazel's body finally vanished, silence fell over the Fifth Circle. Dante stood tall, gazing at the spot where the guardian had fallen. He wiped the blood from his mouth, sighing.

"That was... a bit more interesting," Dante said, twirling his spear before resting it casually on his shoulder. With a slight yawn of boredom, he began walking toward the portal that would lead him to the Sixth Circle. "I hope the next one is... more of a challenge."

As he walked away, the shadows around him began to stir. His miasmic Cerberus, summoned to devour Azazel's remains, advanced with their mouths dripping black energy. They snarled fiercely and lunged at the guardian's corpse, but as soon as they made contact, something unexpected occurred.

One of the Cerberus let out an agonized yelp and dissolved into a cloud of smoke. The others hesitated, but not for long. When they moved closer, the result was the same: the searing energy surrounding Azazel obliterated the shadowy beasts as though they were made of paper.

Dante stopped, turning slowly to glance over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed as Azazel's destroyed body began to move, glowing with an intense red light. The flesh that Dante's spear had consumed regenerated at an impossible speed.

"So much arrogance..." growled a guttural, hate-filled voice. Azazel stood once more, but something had changed. He was no longer merely a manifestation of wrath; he had become the embodiment of unbridled fury. His skin, once coal-black, was now cracked with glowing magma veins pulsing across his body. His eyes, fully red, burned like stars.

Dante exhaled deeply, turning on his heel to face the reborn demon. "Ah... I hate persistent types," he muttered, his grip tightening on his spear. "Haven't we had enough fun already?"

Azazel didn't respond with words. He roared, and the sound was like thunder reverberating through the Fifth Circle. The ground trembled, fissures split open, and rivers of lava gushed forth like hot blood. Infernal flames formed a halo around Azazel, writhing and twisting as if they had a mind of their own.

"I am infinite wrath!" Azazel bellowed, his voice rumbling like a storm. "You cannot destroy me, mortal! Every strike you land only feeds my fury!"

"Oh, great," Dante said, rolling his eyes. "A motivational monologue. Just what I needed."

Without warning, Azazel charged. His speed was far greater than before, as if all his energy had been amplified. He swung his mace, now fully engulfed in magma, in a destructive arc that left fiery trails in the air. Dante dodged by a hair, feeling the intense heat brush past him, but before he could counter, Azazel was on him again.

"You're faster," Dante admitted, dodging another strike. He leapt back, spinning his spear in his hands like an extension of his body. "But you're still as dumb as a rock."

Azazel roared again, his fury reaching a critical peak. He slammed his mace into the ground, creating a massive explosion that sent shards of lava and stone flying in all directions. Dante was forced to defend himself, using his spear as an improvised shield. Even so, the impact pushed him back several meters.

"Alright," Dante muttered, breathing heavily. "Now you're starting to get on my nerves."

He raised his spear, which began to pulse with an even more intense dark energy. Black flames danced along the weapon, and the very air around it seemed to warp. "If you want to go all out, then let's go all out," he said, his voice now cold and resolute.

Azazel charged again, each step making the ground quake. His mace shone like a blazing sun, and he swung it with all his might. But Dante was ready. He dodged in a swift and precise motion, the mace missing him by inches but hitting nothing but air.

"You're big and loud," Dante said, his voice as sharp as a blade. "But I'm smarter."

In one fluid motion, he swung his spear in a perfect arc, aiming directly for the glowing crack running across Azazel's chest. The tip of the weapon struck its mark, and an explosion of black and red energy erupted, illuminating the entire Circle with a blinding light.

Azazel let out a scream that seemed to tear through reality itself. His form began to collapse, but even in his final moments, he tried to fight, swinging his mace in a desperate last attack. Dante leapt back, avoiding the strike, and watched as Azazel's body disintegrated into a cloud of ash and flames.

"Persistent, but predictable," Dante said, spinning his spear before resting it on his shoulder once more. He looked down at the ashes, still faintly glowing with a dim light. "Now that felt more final. Another sin down... only Pride remains." Experience more tales on empire