My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

The air was thick with an almost palpable tension as Dante stood before the Veil, the mystical barrier separating the human world from Paradise.

A weave of light and divine energy pulsed before him, a living, breathing fabric vibrating with absolute power. Most people, even the most powerful, would hesitate to confront something so formidable.

But Dante? He smiled.

"Ah, finally. Took me long enough to find this thing, especially after she started ignoring me," he murmured, cracking his knuckles and flexing his hands. "She said only the invited can enter. But since she's avoiding me, I guess I don't have much of a choice."

He took a step forward, the Veil's glow reflecting in his eyes. Each particle of light seemed to push against him, as if the barrier itself knew he didn't belong.

Dante ignored it.

He raised his hands, watching the cosmic fabric twist and writhe at his touch.

"So... how do you break this thing? Kick it? Pull it? Say some magic words?" He pondered for a moment before shrugging. "Ah, who cares? I'll go with the classic method."

With a grunt of effort that sounded more like an exaggerated groan of boredom, Dante grabbed hold of the Veil with both hands.

The divine light seared his skin, but he only laughed. "Really? This is all you've got? That doesn't even tickle."

Dante was still a creature of the night, after all. Divine energy clashed violently with his negative, dark essence. Even using the positive energy gifted to him by Fey, the damage from such sacred power was impossible to ignore.

And yet, with a swift, brutal motion, he pulled. The Veil resisted—though only for a moment. A sound like sacred thunder ripping through the cosmos echoed as the fabric of reality tore under his strength, unraveling in a whirlwind of blinding light.

Dante stepped back, admiring his work. "Wow, that was... disappointing. I thought it'd be harder. Quality's slipping, huh?"

No sooner had the words left his lips than a storm of wings and light filled the space around him. Angels descended in a swarm, each armed to the teeth with flaming swords, spears of pure energy, and gazes sharp enough to cut through mountains. In an instant, they surrounded him, forming a perfect circle, their stances those of divine warriors ready to obliterate any threat.

Dante raised his hands in an exaggerated gesture of surrender. "Whoa, whoa! Such a warm welcome! Didn't realize you guys lined up for autographs."

One of the angels, clearly the leader, stepped forward. His wings blazed with an almost unbearable intensity, and his golden armor was a masterpiece of celestial craftsmanship. He raised his sword, pointing it at Dante. "Insolent mortal! You dare to defile the Sacred Veil and enter the celestial realm uninvited?"

"Uninvited?" Dante repeated, tilting his head as though genuinely confused. "I think you've got it wrong. I am the invitation." He paused, letting the sarcasm drip from his words. "But hey, if it makes you feel better, I can step back outside and knock. Maybe someone will answer."

The angel didn't find it amusing. "You have committed a grave affront against divine law. For this, you shall be judged and punished!"

Dante pretended to shiver. "Punished? Oh no, how scary! What are you gonna do? Send me to Hell? Got plans there already."

The circle of angels tightened, their weapons glowing with lethal energy. The leader raised his sword again, ready to issue the command to strike. But Dante held up a hand, as though asking for a moment.

"Before we start this little fight, just for the record—I didn't come here to cause trouble. Well, not much trouble. I'm here to talk to someone. Someone very specific."

"Maybe you've heard of him... the big guy, beard, kind of bossy. You call him 'Father,' I call him 'Battery Pack.'"

A murmur swept through the celestial host, an indecipherable blend of outrage and bewilderment. Dante, however, only laughed to himself.

"Look, I get it. You've got a tough job—guarding Paradise, following orders, keeping people like me out to prevent a mess. But let's be honest here. None of you have dealt with someone like me before, have you? Bet half of you are thinking right now, 'Who the hell is this guy?'"

One of the angels stepped forward, clearly offended. "You have no idea what you're up against here, mortal. Divine justice is absolute!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Ah, divine justice, blah blah blah," Dante said, waving his hand as if mimicking a talking puppet. "Is that what you call it when you burn entire cities for minor sins? Or kick people out for biting an apple? Real fair, guys, real fair."

The leader, visibly furious now, bellowed, "Enough of your insolence! Prepare to face the wrath of Heaven!"

"Alright, alright," Dante said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Here's the deal: you let me through, I take care of my business, and nobody has to be... how do I put it? Humiliated in front of their colleagues."

A heavy silence fell over the field. Then, Dante flashed a devilish grin. "Or we can do this the hard way. Just so you know, I'm terrible at holding back."

The army advanced, but at that moment, something shifted. Dante's aura flared, a dark energy swirling around him. He cracked his neck, his eyes glowing with a force that made even the angels hesitate.

"Well," he murmured, spreading his arms, "looks like we're going with the hard way."

His power surged to its peak, the very fabric of reality trembling under the weight of his energy. Sensing the impending danger—

"ENOUGH!"

The feminine voice ripped through the air, laden with authority and power. It resonated like serene thunder, halting the angelic army in their tracks. The light around them grew even brighter as two figures materialized in front of the circle of angels.

Raphael and Uriel.

Raphael was tall, with long, flowing pink hair cascading over her shoulders. Her presence was both angelic and stern, her eyes glowing with a serene yet unyielding energy. She radiated a sense of calm power, like the stillness before a storm. Beside her stood Uriel, her opposite in many ways: rigid and commanding, her short white hair and disciplined posture exuding an air of unshakable authority.

Dante looked from the two to the angelic leader, who still held his flaming sword aloft. "Well, looks like the bosses are here. I was starting to think nobody around here understood the concept of a chain of command."

Raphael ignored Dante's quip and stepped forward, her gaze cutting through the angelic circle like a blade. "He is a guest."

The word hung in the air, heavy with meaning.

She added, with a faint hint of disdain, "An unwelcome guest, but a guest nonetheless."

The leader of the angelic host frowned deeply, his dissatisfaction clear. "But he broke the Veil! That is a direct affront to divine law! How can we simply—"

"We are not here to debate the laws, Zaphkiel," Raphael interjected, her voice firm. "His presence was foretold, and his arrival—however disrespectful—must not be hindered."

Uriel, who had remained silent until now, gave a solemn nod. "The Father's will is clear. He will be received... though under strict watch."

Dante smirked, crossing his arms. "Surveillance? How cute. I thought you'd be too busy to organize an escort just for me."

Raphael shot him a frosty glare but said nothing. Instead, she turned to the circle of angels. "Stand down. Now."

There was a moment of hesitation before the angels began lowering their weapons, one by one, until the hostility in the air started to dissipate. Zaphkiel, however, remained motionless, his grip tightening around his sword.

"Zaphkiel," Uriel said, her voice low and commanding, "that wasn't a request."

Raphael turned back to Dante, crossing her arms over her chest, the movement causing her form to shift subtly as she pursed her lips in visible irritation. "You have no idea the chaos you've caused here today. I hope you have a good reason for this intrusion."

Dante shrugged, a teasing smile still playing on his lips. "Chaos? This is chaos to you? Looks more like a homeowner's association meeting. But yeah, I've got a good reason. I'm here to negotiate."

"Negotiate," Uriel repeated, skepticism dripping from her tone.

"That's right," Dante said, leaning forward slightly. "And trust me, it's a negotiation you'll want to hear. Because if I have to handle this my way... well, let's just say the Veil won't be the only thing broken today."

Raphael sighed, rubbing her temples as though dealing with a stubborn child. "We'll take you to the Father. But if you cause any more problems, Dante, don't expect mercy."

Dante raised an eyebrow, his grin widening into pure provocation. "Mercy? That word feels strange coming from you. Let's be honest, it's never exactly been at the top of Heaven's to-do list, has it?"

Uriel didn't reply. Instead, she gave a brief nod to Raphael, who immediately began organizing the angels. The army dispersed with military precision, though many still shot hostile glares at Dante as they vanished in beams of light.

Dante spread his arms theatrically. "Look at that—peace in Paradise. While a war rages in the mortal world and Hell… Funny how that doesn't scare me. Once again, she's ignoring the world and living for herself."

Raphael fixed him with an icy stare. "If you really want to leave here without incident, I suggest you control your tongue. You talk too much."

"Without incident?" Dante echoed, laughing. "Oh, my dear, my very existence is an incident."

Uriel, without even looking at him, murmured, "And an affront."

Dante finally seemed to dial down his playful sarcasm. Well, mostly. He enjoyed messing with people—especially those who, in his eyes, were too detached from reality to understand the bigger picture.

"Let's get serious now," Dante said, his tone shifting slightly. "I've secured all the Celestial Virtues and obtained five of the Seven Deadly Sins. I came here to see Strelitzia to gain Divine Power."

Raphael and Uriel's eyes widened in shock at the revelation.

"Oh? Seems like your dear Mother didn't tell you what I've been doing for her," Dante added with a sly grin. "While I clean up her mess, she's busy taking the credit for my work. How fascinating..."

He chuckled as the angels exchanged stunned glances.

"It was Strelitzia who gave me the location of all the Celestial Virtues, by the way," Dante said, his voice laced with just enough smugness to provoke them further.