My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Chapter 391 Witches and Demons

Dante stepped through the portal Morgana had opened for him, his footsteps echoing in the void before meeting the stone floor of the grand entrance. The air was heavy, and a familiar presence awaited him, leaning casually against a dark pillar, her black dress billowing slightly in the still air.

Morgana stood there, leaning against one of the towering black columns, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Her sharp, curious gaze fixed on Dante as he emerged from the portal. There was a tension in her posture, though she masked it well, as always.

"You're late," she said, her tone a mix of provocation and impatience. "I hope it was worth it because things have gotten... interesting while you were gone."

Dante frowned, intrigued. He had just absorbed the Sin of Sloth, the energy still resonating within him, but something in Morgana's tone made him focus. Brushing dust off his shoulders, he met her gaze.

"What happened?" he asked bluntly. "You seem to have something important to tell me."

Morgana uncrossed her arms and stepped forward, her expression growing serious—a reflection of the gravity of the situation.

"My mother," she began, referring to the Queen of Witches, "has detained someone suspicious in the realm. She believes this person might be more than they appear. And since our targets are now Sloth, Envy, and Wrath, I'm inclined to agree with her. After all... this witch tried to kill Lira out of envy."

Dante narrowed his eyes, his thoughts racing. "You're saying another Deadly Sin has shown up? Just like that?"

Morgana shook her head, her tone tinged with frustration. "She didn't give me exact details, but the signs point to excessively envious behavior. Eveline, a witch of little significance, attempted to steal something that wasn't hers. The resulting chaos caught my mother's attention because what she wanted to take was from Lira. She suspects Eveline might be a vessel for Envy since she's been screaming certain... peculiar things in the dungeon."

Dante remained silent for a moment, processing the information. He crossed his arms, staring at the ground as though trying to piece it all together.

"That's strange," he finally said. "Three Deadly Sins surfacing so quickly one after another... That's no coincidence. Gluttony was practically dead, Sloth barely had energy to exist—I get that they're running since Astaroth is wreaking havoc while Lucifer trains, but still..."

Morgana raised an eyebrow. "Running? Running from what?"

Dante sighed, his mind already forming an answer. "Astaroth," he said, the name heavy with significance. "If what Sloth told me is true, she's hunting the Demon Kings in Hell. That means she's dismantling their power structure. The Sins aren't fools. They know that if the kings are being killed, they could be next."

Morgana tilted her head, pondering. "But why flee here, to the mortal world? They know they can't survive long outside their domains. The bond with their vessels weakens them even more."

Dante looked at her, his expression hardening. "Exactly. Astaroth is forcing them into desperation, and when demons get desperate, they'll do whatever it takes to survive. Finding vessels is their way of hiding while maintaining a fraction of their power."

"FREE ME!" she roared, her nails scraping the stone floor. Each word echoed like thunder, charged with the energy of a force she could barely control.

The magical chains pulsed, struggling to contain the growing energy, but the power Eveline emitted was fierce. The cell trembled, and small cracks began to appear in the walls, despite the reinforced enchantments.

"Why does she have it all?! WHY IS SHE LOVED?!" Eveline shouted again, her voice wavering between a human scream and a demonic growl. Her body writhed as the energy within her threatened to explode.

The vision had been like a knife driven into her heart, slowly spinning.

"She has a mother!" Eveline spat, black tears running down her cheeks. "A MOTHER WHO CARES ABOUT HER!"

She raised her gaze to the ceiling of the cell, her eyes burning with fury and pain. "And me? What do I have?! Nothing! I was thrown away like trash! Always left behind! Always... unworthy!"

The demonic energy roared around her, growing like a furious storm. Eveline struggled to stand, her legs shaking as she fought against the chains holding her. She lifted her hands, trying to break the barriers with sheer brute force.

The runes glowed intensely, repelling her attempt, but the impact was enough to make the ground tremble. Eveline screamed in frustration, her voice breaking as she punched the magical field again and again, uncaring of the cuts opening in her hands.

"She doesn't deserve this!" Eveline hissed, more to herself than anyone else. "Lira doesn't deserve it! She has everything, and I have NOTHING!"

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the cell. It was a firm, authoritative sound, cutting through the storm of emotions within Eveline .

She turned, her eyes filled with hatred and desperation, to face the one approaching. When the elegant figure of Alice Arcano came into view, Eveline's breath stopped for a moment.

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Alice was flawless, as always, her presence carrying a mix of grace and absolute power. Her clothes were enveloped in a subtle glow, as if she were the living embodiment of magic. Her piercing eyes observed Eveline, analyzing every detail.

"You're causing a lot of trouble," Alice said calmly, her voice like ice breaking.

"Are you looking to die, Demon?" she said, as strange magics surrounded the girl, freezing her in place. The sheer power was so overwhelming that her brain shut down, and she passed out.

"Tsk, failure," Alice muttered as she turned and walked away.