My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

They descended slowly toward the ground, and Dante began to realize that, despite all the visual chaos, there was something deeply familiar and comforting about it all.

The smell of the forest, the gentle breeze carrying the freshness of the leaves... everything emanated life and energy.

Dante walked through the newly created realm alongside Fey and Morgana, still struggling to process everything he had seen.

The place he had requested to be a simple castle had turned into something colossal. And with every step, the grandeur seemed to increase.

He could barely believe what his eyes were seeing, and the reactions of the two beside him only made the situation more surreal.

Fey, with her serene gaze and soft smile, happily pointed out the details of the constructions around them, while Morgana kept a mischievous air, as if enjoying Dante's growing bewilderment.

"And this here," Fey began, pointing to a huge tower covered in vines that seemed alive, "is the Tower of Wisdom. It was created to store all the knowledge of the realm. The books update themselves, and the plants that cover it purify the air and generate magical energy."

Dante blinked, trying to comprehend what he had just heard. "Books that update... by themselves? And these vines... generate magic? How exactly did you do this?"

Fey smiled, and Morgana replied with a touch of arrogance. "Analysis Magic, of course. We had to use some spells forgotten centuries ago. But nothing that two talented women like us couldn't do. Throw any book in there, and it is analyzed and incorporated into the System we created.

Just ask what you want to know, and it will speak if it has the information." Morgana commented, smiling, and Dante grew curious and wanted to try it.

"Who is Dante Scarlet?" He asked aloud, and a round sphere resembling the world appeared in the air, in a magical blue color, like raw mana.

"Dante Scarlet, currently the Emperor of Hell. Better known as the Demon King of Destruction, pseudo-God of Demons after marrying the Demon Progenitor Lilith. Dante is a representation of Negativity in the world of Elysium.

Although he has yet to mark history, he is one of the beings with Supreme Potential in the Sector, primarily known because of his First Wife and Mother, Valentina Scarlet, the God-Slayer--" "E-enough." Dante said, and the sphere disappeared. He turned, startled, looking at Morgana.

Dante stopped and stared at her for a long moment. "And you think this is... normal? I mean, a tower that practically has a life of its own and infinite knowledge?" 'This lunatic created an A.I. in a medieval world like this?! She's insane!' Dante screamed internally.

When he was Aisha Walker and lived on Earth, Artificial Intelligences had barely begun to emerge, and now, right in front of him, there was a Magical Artificial Intelligence created by a Mage and a World Tree, functioning perfectly!

Morgana chuckled softly. "Normal? Maybe for us. To you, it might seem like a lot, but I promise everything was created to make your life easier... and ours... We don't have what I want yet, so I need you to play a little with my mother...

but when we get the arcane library... we will have an almost infinite arsenal of rare magic." She commented, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Well, Morgana was a magical scientist. She studied magic more than anyone in this world... Well, not as much as her mother, but you get the idea... Acquiring the Arcane Library is basically the greatest source of magical knowledge in the world, and although Morgana had read almost all the books, she knew her mother kept many things hidden from others...

So with Dante, she could crack her mother's thick shell of arrogance to gain more knowledge!

Yes, she would use her own husband for this! Even if she had to throw him to the dragon she called her mother!

Dante opened his mouth to respond but decided to let it go. He would end up stressing himself out if he kept trying to oppose what was already done, and that would make the situation worse.

They had already passed several other constructions, each more surreal than the last. He had seen a garden that changed seasons based on the mood of the person entering it, a fountain that healed wounds just by its proximity, and a hall where the walls reflected the deepest desire of whoever occupied it.

Fey stopped suddenly, causing Dante, still absorbing everything around him, to halt abruptly. "What's wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

Fey turned slowly, her usual bright expression replaced by something more serious, almost hesitant. "There's something I haven't shown anyone yet... something personal," she said softly, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Morgana, who had been confidently leading the tour with her usual flair, stepped back slightly, crossing her arms. "I think it's best if you see this for yourself," she said, her tone more subdued than usual.

Dante, sensing the gravity of the moment, nodded in silence and followed Fey. They walked along a narrow, winding path, the trees around them growing thicker and older, their branches whispering in the wind as though sharing ancient secrets.

Finally, they emerged into a small clearing. In the center stood a massive, ancient tree, its roots coiling deep into the earth like the veins of the world itself. Its leaves shimmered with a soft, otherworldly glow, pulsing gently with life. But it wasn't the tree that caught Dante's full attention.

At the base of the tree, a small, intricately carved stone stood like a monument. The engravings were in a language Dante couldn't read, but their meaning seemed to hang heavy in the air, filling the clearing with a sense of reverence.

Fey stood before the tree in silence for a moment, her gaze softening as she looked at the stone. "This place... it's not just another part of the kingdom," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's where everything started for me."

Dante felt a pang of curiosity and something deeper—understanding. "What do you mean?" he asked gently, stepping closer.

Fey let out a small breath, as if gathering herself. "Before I met you, before Morgana... I was lost, doing everything out of duty, without purpose or real feeling. This tree... it's connected to my past. It's a reminder of who I used to be, and why I chose to change."

Morgana, standing a few paces away, gave Dante a knowing look. This wasn't just about showing him a part of the kingdom. This was Fey revealing a piece of herself—one of the most intimate parts of her journey.

Dante knelt by the stone, studying the inscriptions, though he couldn't decipher them. "You're not that person anymore," he said softly, glancing up at her. "You've built something beautiful here. You've found your purpose."

Fey smiled, her eyes glistening. "I just hope... that I've built a home worthy of you. A place where we can all be happy."

Dante stood, reaching out to gently touch her shoulder. "You already have."

Morgana, now leaning against a nearby tree, smirked. "And to think, it only took the power of creation and a little help from me."

Dante shot her an amused look. "Of course, nothing would be complete without your 'help', Morgana."

Fey chuckled softly, wiping her eyes. "You both make this place feel... real. Like it can be more than just a dream."

And with that, they stood in quiet reverence beneath the glowing tree, surrounded by the magic of the kingdom, yet feeling the deeper magic of their bonds.

"Now, there's something else I'd like to show you, Dante," she said, her voice taking on a softer, more intimate tone. Morgana, noticing the change in the atmosphere, stopped, glanced at the two with a sly smile, and took a step back.

"I'll leave you two alone," Morgana said, waving casually before disappearing in a magical breeze.

Dante, now curious, turned to Fey. "What do you want to show me?"

Fey gestured for him to follow, and together they began to descend a hidden staircase leading underground. The atmosphere grew denser, and Dante felt the energy around them shift. It was as if they were entering a completely different place where the air seemed to vibrate with ancient life and power.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Dante was met with a sight that made him stop in his tracks.

Before him, a vast cavern opened up, and in the center, a gigantic tree dominated the space. But it was not just any tree. It was the true World Tree, Fey's original form.

The tree's branches extended like giant arms, reaching up to the cavern's ceiling and glowing with a soft, ethereal light. The trunk was covered in ancient symbols pulsing with magic, and the roots, enormous and intricate, spread across the floor like veins of power.

Dante stood there, speechless.

Fey moved ahead of him, approaching her original form, her eyes shining with a mixture of pride and vulnerability.

"This is my true body," Fey said, her voice soft yet resonating with a depth Dante had never heard before. "The World Tree. I wanted you to see who I truly am."