My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Calm fell over the world. After the announcement of war, everyone thought Dante would immediately attack Velkan, but... the Demon King wanted to enjoy a brief pause in his plans.

At this moment, he was on the balcony of his palace, which the two women had created, while he observed the mythical landscape they had crafted in the skies.

The monotony of the day pleased him in an unusual way.

Recent times had been intense, but finally, he could enjoy a bit of peace. And who better to share this moment with than Morgana, his witch wife, who had been working too hard...

Morgana appeared on the balcony with an enigmatic smile on her lips, holding a glass of wine. Her long black hair swayed in the wind, and the light dress she wore made her movements graceful. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman Dante had ever seen, and even after everything they had been through together, she still captivated him like the first time.

"You seem lost in thought," she commented, approaching and sitting next to him.

Dante smiled, taking her hand and lifting it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

"I was thinking about how lucky I am." He looked at her with a sincere gaze, but with that touch of humor Morgana knew so well. "After all, it's not every day a man can spend a relaxing afternoon with a beautiful goddess."

Morgana laughed softly, her eyes shining. She loved how Dante could mix romance and humor, a combination that always kept her intrigued.

"Hmm, 'a goddess,' huh?" She pretended to be thoughtful. "It seems someone wants something in return, doesn't he?"

Dante feigned an expression of offense.

"Me? Self-interested?" He dramatically held her hand, as if about to recite a poem. "My only desire, dear Morgana, is to spend this peaceful day by your side, with no other intentions... well, almost no intentions."

She watched him for a moment, shaking her head with a smile.

"How can you be so charming and so silly at the same time?" He shrugged, pulling her closer.

"Practice. Years and years of practice." Morgana sighed, resting her head on his shoulder as they gazed at the horizon, the sun slowly setting.

"It's nice to have these moments of peace, isn't it?" she murmured. "No battles, no conspiracies... just the two of us."

'Without those damned whores interrupting us!' she secretly thought.

"True. I think I deserve a momentary rest." Dante wrapped his arm around her, feeling the comfortable warmth of her body.

"We can enjoy the tranquility while it lasts."

She took a sip of her wine and looked at him with a mischievous smile.

"Speaking of enjoying, what do you think about doing something different tonight?" She suggested with a smile, clearly thinking of something naughty.

"Different how?" Dante asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

"Well, we're always involved in something brutal, grand... How about a normal date? Something simple, just the two of us. No magic, no battles, just dinner, laughs, and... maybe later..." Morgana murmured, as if hinting at something hotter...

Dante laughed, loving the idea.

"Are you suggesting we have a casual 'date'?" He laughed, imagining the scene of both of them, two powerful and feared figures, doing something as simple as a casual date.

'Although, it was like this with Valentina too...' Dante thought, remembering months ago...

"Exactly that," Morgana confirmed, biting her lower lip slightly, teasing. "Let's pretend we're a normal couple for one night. What do you think?"

"I think it's one of the best ideas I've ever heard." He stood up and extended his hand to her. "Let's do it."

A few minutes passed, maybe an hour. At this moment, Dante and Morgana were walking through the streets of the Imperial Capital. This time, however, Dante wasn't pretending to be someone else, he had grown tired of always having to use disguises, so for once, he would be himself alongside his beautiful wife.

And so, the scene was as follows: two of the most powerful figures in the kingdom, walking hand in hand like any ordinary couple.

They decided to go to a local tavern, known for its simple but delicious food, a recommendation from none other than Empress Aldria.

As they entered, the patrons' eyes quickly turned toward them.

It wasn't every day that such imposing figures appeared in such a modest place. But Dante and Morgana, dressed casually (or as casually as they could), seemed to enjoy the contrast.

"This is so… different," Morgana commented as they sat at a wooden table. "I don't think we've ever been to a place like this, actually," she concluded thoughtfully.

Dante could only laugh.

A waiter approached, visibly nervous as he recognized who they were. Well, it wasn't hard to spot the Demon King in your bar!

"H-h-hello, h-how c-can I help?" he stammered, holding his notepad with trembling hands. After all, before him stood not just the Demon King, but the Witch Princess! Everyone knew their faces!

"Of course," Dante said, relaxed, as if he weren't the most powerful man in the kingdom. "What do you recommend?"

The waiter blinked, confused for a moment before answering enthusiastically.

"O-our specialty is the meat stew with potatoes! And we also have fresh bread just baked."

"Sounds great." Morgana smiled. "We'll take that, then." As the waiter left, Dante looked around and chuckled softly.

"I think he's more nervous than if we were about to destroy the place," Dante remarked, barely holding back his laughter.

"I don't blame him," Morgana replied with a giggle. "It's not every day demons show up to dine in an ordinary tavern." She laughed. "At least it's more fun than disguising ourselves," she concluded.

"True. But you know something?" Dante smiled at her. "I like this simplicity... I can't even remember the last time I did something like this while being myself…"

"Me too." She looked into his eyes, and the moment seemed to stretch. There, in that ordinary setting, without pressures or responsibilities, the two reconnected on a deeper level.

The food arrived, and to their surprise, it was delicious. They ate while laughing and talking about trivial things — stories from the past, funny memories, and even future plans, without the worries of their tumultuous lives. The night was perfect, and with each exchanged smile, the outside world seemed less important.

When they finished, Dante leaned in closer, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"And now, what would a lovely lady like you want to do next?" Morgana smiled teasingly, leaning in as well.

"I think I know what comes next... But how about we head home first?" Dante pretended to ponder, rubbing his chin… "Hmm… Good idea. We have… other matters to attend to there."

Returning to their personal kingdom, the two laughed at a silly joke Dante had made along the way, and the mood between them was light but charged with romantic tension. As soon as they reached the bedroom, the tone began to shift.

Morgana approached Dante slowly, her delicate fingers running across his chest. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, the world went silent. There were no more kingdoms, responsibilities, or epic battles. There was only the two of them.

"You really know how to turn even the most mundane day into something special..." Morgana said, her voice soft as she moved closer.

Dante smiled, gently pulling her into his arms.

"I try." He leaned in, bringing his lips closer to hers. "But I think you do that for both of us."

Morgana's lips met Dante's in a soft kiss at first, but it quickly became more intense, full of passion and desire.

They got lost in each other, the heat between them rising rapidly.

Dante's hands roamed across Morgana's back, feeling every curve of her body as she pressed herself against him.

The room, lit only by a soft light, seemed to be the only place in the world at that moment. Time seemed to stop as the two gave in to their passion, forgetting everything around them.

The kiss deepened even further, and with a swift movement, Dante lifted Morgana in his arms, walking towards the bed as she looked at him with a mix of amusement and desire.

"I think this is where our 'date' really begins," he murmured, gently laying her down on the bed.

Morgana smiled, lying there calmly as she watched him remove her heels. Once freed, she pointed her fingers, pressing them against his chest and pushing him back.

"You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?" Morgana questioned with a mischievous smile. "Oh... so you were prepared?" Dante laughed as he felt her feet teasing his abdomen through his shirt.

With a snap of his fingers, Dante's clothes vanished, leaving him only in his underwear.

"Ah yes…" Morgana said as she placed her fingers on her lips, admiring how sinful and perfectly sculpted the man before her was. Her feet continued to tease him, now moving down towards his waist.

"Special occasions call for special methods." Morgana smiled even more mischievously, and then, with another snap of her fingers...

Dante looked on with a playful grin as the change now occurred in Morgana. She used magic to conjure an extremely sexy lingerie.

The black, lacy lingerie she summoned with a snap hugged her body in a way that accentuated every curve to perfection. The wicked smile on her lips made him feel a mix of amusement and intense desire.

Her feet kept teasing him, now tracing a slow, deliberate path along his abdomen. Dante's breathing grew heavier as Morgana's playful, light touch threatened the last bit of self-control he was trying to hold on to.

"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" Dante asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Easy?" Morgana replied with a smile of pure malice. "Where's the fun in that? You've made me wait too long, Dante Scarlet." She said, locking her gaze with his, her golden amber eyes nearly consuming Dante's soul, the obsessive look threatening to devour him for a second.

"I like a good challenge," he said, his voice becoming rougher, deeper.