My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Dante settled down on the leather sofa, holding Nafiri and Misty on his lap, while watching the Valkyries with a mischievous smile. The women around him seemed intrigued and anxious, and he could feel their energy pulsating in the air.

"So, what do you think of the new addition to our group?" Dante began, his gaze turning to Nafiri. She was still blushing, but curiosity was beginning to overcome her shyness.

"Do you really need more people, Dante?" Nafiri asked, trying to maintain a dismissive pose, but the way her cheeks flushed gave away her real emotion.

"Fufufu, well, I like variety," Dante replied, winking at her. "And you, Nafiri, how about being part of this wonderful world I'm building? There's so much more to it than you realize."

"Are you inviting me to be one of your... how can I put it... companions?" Nafiri asked, trying to sound disinterested, but the expectation in her voice didn't go unnoticed.

"I wouldn't call it that. Think of us as a... team," Dante replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And that just makes it more fun, doesn't it?"

Misty laughed as she listened to the conversation, her vibrant energy lighting up the room. "I think Nafiri is just afraid of commitment, Master. You're a challenge even for her."

"Challenge?" Nafiri protested, crossing her arms in a gesture of defiance. "I just don't want to get involved in your crazy schemes!"

"And why not? You must admit you've been enjoying yourself so far. Look at us!" Misty exclaimed, gesturing animatedly at her surroundings. "We're all together, and this is just the beginning."

Dante looked at Misty with a satisfied smile. "You've changed a lot, you know that? We need more people like you, who are willing to have fun while exploring new possibilities."

While the two women argued, Valentina, observing everything closely, couldn't hide the unease she felt. She approached, crossing her arms with an authoritative look. "Misty, I'm not here to watch you have fun at the expense of my patience. And you, Nafiri, mind your place. I don't want you to forget who's really important here."

Nafiri blinked in surprise, while Misty grimaced. "D-d-d-d-sorry, Valentina, I didn't mean to overshadow you. But come on, Dante's a lot of fun!"

"Too much fun," Valentina muttered, with a dangerous glint in her eyes. "I just hope he doesn't turn it into a circus."

Dante laughed, sensing the tension in the air. "Don't worry, darling. I promise to keep the circus under control. But, speaking of the circus, you did mention something about what you want to do with the Werewolf Kingdom, didn't you?"

Siren, who was standing in a corner, overheard the conversation and approached, her intense gaze fixed on Dante. "Yes, I'd like to discuss it. Velkan needs to be eliminated; he's a problem that needs to be solved, and quickly."

"You have a plan, don't you?" Dante asked, his expression turning serious.

"Yes, but it's not just a question of overthrowing the king. We need to unite the werewolves and make them see reason in our arguments. If we attack directly, we could end up fragmenting what's left of the kingdom," Siren replied, her voice firm and resolute.

Dante nodded, respecting the logic behind her reasoning. "That makes sense, but we know what's going to happen, don't we? Brute force alone is going to be the solution here."

"Then we'll have to show him that we're stronger," Siren replied, her determination intensifying. "But that doesn't mean we should attack directly. We need to be strategic. I want you to help create an internal division in the kingdom, make the factions fall out."

"Hmm, that could work," Dante murmured thoughtfully. "Too bad I don't care." Dante said, completely changing his countenance...

"M-but aren't you infiltrating the kingdom?" Siren stammered for a moment. "Does it matter? I did it because I felt I wouldn't have enough power, but things have changed. I can kill Velkan with one or two blows."

Dante shook his head, his eyes shining with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Look, Siren, you're amazing and all, but the idea of manipulating werewolves into fighting each other... that's not really my style. I prefer a bit more direct action."

Nafiri, who was still on his lap, looked at Dante with a puzzled expression. "You don't really care about complicating things, do you? Instead of making a clever plan, you just want to attack. What if that doesn't work?"

Dante let out a low laugh. "Oh, dear, you don't understand. The best part of all this is that I don't care if it doesn't work! The thrill is in seeing what happens. And, believe me, I can deal with the consequences."

Misty leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So you're saying you're not afraid to face Velkan?"

Valentina rolled her eyes, her authoritative posture now mixed with a touch of exasperation. "You annoy me sometimes, you know that?"

"And that's why you love me." Dante replied, flashing an open smile as if he were celebrating. "The question now is just how we attack. We have plenty of power."

Valentina crossed her arms, her gaze still skeptical, but an involuntary smile formed on her lips. "Love is a strong word, Dante. I'd say you're more of a headache than anything else."

Dante laughed, delighted. "A headache you can't avoid, right? Come on, you know I'm irresistible." He winked at her, capturing everyone's attention.

Misty grimaced, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Why don't we start with a good old game of ambush? I can use my tricks to distract the werewolves while you look after Velkan."

"A distraction is a good idea," Nafiri added, now more confident, "but we need to know where he is and how we can get to him without anyone noticing."

Dante leaned back, crossing his arms as he weighed up the options. "Okay, so let's work out some strategies. An ambush would be fun, but I don't want it to be just a joke. I need you to understand that this is serious."

Valentina, noticing the change in dynamic, made a gesture with her hand, interrupting the flow. "Ah... who am I kidding? Let's just attack the palace with a Meteor and fuck the rest of the wolves... We don't have time to play games."

"Well... that's why I love you." Dante said, smiling.

...

In the heart of the Wolf King's palace, the atmosphere was dense and heavy, marked by an air of anxiety.

The corridors, adorned with tapestries telling the glorious story of his lineage, resounded with the echo of hurried footsteps.

Fenrir, Loki's daughter and a cunning strategist, stood in the center of a war room, surrounded by some of Velkan's closest advisors. A large map of the region occupied the table, covered in notes and markings indicating Valentina and Siren's movements.

Fenrir took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the map. "We've identified the base where Valentina and Siren are meeting," he announced, his voice firm and authoritative. "It looks like they're up to something big. We don't have much time."

The advisors exchanged nervous glances, and one of them, a dark-furred werewolf called Garek, leaned forward. "So what do we do now? If they're uniting, it means that the factions that are against us are getting stronger. We need to act quickly before the situation becomes irreversible."

"Calm down, Garek," Fenrir replied, his calm contrasting with the urgency of the situation. "We need to be strategic. A hasty attack could unite the adversaries even more. Velkan mustn't be taken by surprise, but we must avoid a direct confrontation until we're sure we can win."

"What if they decide to attack first?" a woman with silver hair and a piercing gaze asked. "Valentina is not known for her patience."

"Yes, but underestimating the enemy can be fatal," Fenrir replied, analyzing each advisor's expression. "We need to keep a constant watch on what's going on. What's more, we have to inform Velkan of the situation before it's too late. He needs to protect his throne, which is being threatened."

At this moment, a messenger rushed into the room, his face pale and panting. "Lady Fenrir! We have urgent news. The explorers have spotted a group of Valentina and Siren on their way to our territory, and it looks like they're planning something bigger than we thought."

"Prepare our warriors," Fenrir ordered, standing up. "If they're approaching, we can't afford to stand still. We need a solid defense."

"But what are we going to do, Fenrir?" Garek asked, his concern evident. "If Siren really is on Valentina and Dante's side, this could become a serious problem. We need a plan of attack."

Fenrir, already moving quickly towards the exit, stopped for a moment and turned around. "The plan is simple. We'll divide our forces. One group should prepare for a direct attack on Valentina's group, while the other should protect the palace. If they really are in alliance, we may have to deal with a fight on two fronts."

As the advisors nodded...

'Killing that bitch is my only goal... Fuck the rest. Fenrir said and started marching towards the site...