My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

In the blink of an eye, or 0.2 seconds to be exact...

"Who dared lay a finger on my daughters?"

Valentina's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. The battlefield, which had moments earlier been shrouded in shadow and death, was instantly engulfed in a searing red light, as if the flames of hell itself had descended. Her long red hair whipped through the air like serpents of fire, and her eyes burned with an uncontrollable fury, more intense than the heart of a volcano.

Aaela, Kaaelani, and Saelaara, still staggering from the wave of darkness that had nearly swallowed them whole, lifted their gazes toward the fiery figure standing before them. Valentina, their mistress, had always been a figure of authority and power, but now… now she was the living embodiment of destruction.

The red-haired woman said nothing. Her eyes quickly found the injured bodies of the Valkyries and the devastation surrounding them. The battlefield was soaked in blood and scarred with cracks, but all that mattered to her in that moment was the sight of her adoptive daughters—Aaela, Kaaelani, and Saelaara—broken and bloodied.

Something snapped within her.

'It's been so long since I've felt this kind of rage... The last time... That man… made me soft, didn't he?' Valentina bit her lip, containing the raw fury that threatened to spill over.

'Well... maybe it's not so bad... They say when you have something to protect, you get stronger.' She thought as she assessed the situation, already planning her first move.

She moved in a blur, too fast for mortal eyes to track. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of the man cloaked in darkness, his smug grin still plastered on his face.

"You're not leaving here alive," Valentina whispered, her voice low and controlled, but every word carried the promise of absolute destruction.

The man, whose smile had initially been one of arrogance, felt a pang of hesitation as he sensed the terrifying aura radiating from her. Before he could say a word, before he could react, Valentina cut through him mid-motion, igniting him in flames. There was no need for long exchanges or displays of power. She simply erased him.

With a snap of her fingers, his body was set ablaze, the infernal explosion so intense that not even his bones remained. He disintegrated within seconds, without so much as a scream. No shadow, no soul, no ash was left—he was consumed by a hellfire no god could reverse.

'Seems I've gained a few new tricks since selling my soul to Dante… or, well, offering it,' Valentina mused, glancing at her hand. She was certain she hadn't had this level of power before.

'Let's test this out...' she thought with a calm yet maniacal smile.

The werewolves who still lingered around, observing the arrival of this fiery figure, tried to advance, hoping to catch her off guard. But Valentina didn't even need to look at them. With a simple flick of her wrist, the air around them ignited. A brutal firestorm erupted, engulfing the werewolves in an instant. Their skin melted away in seconds, and their bodies crumbled to ash, scattering in the wind.

Every werewolf that dared to stand in her way met the same fate. Scorching flames materialized from thin air, consuming all in their path. The battlefield turned into a sea of living fire. The trees surrounding the outpost were incinerated in the blink of an eye, the ground cracked under the unbearable heat, and the very earth seemed to weep beneath the immense power Valentina now unleashed.

Aaela, Kaaelani, and Saelaara watched, stunned. They had seen Valentina fight before, had witnessed her incredible strength. But never like this. They had never seen her in such a pure, unbridled state of rage. Every strike she made was a cry for vengeance. Every burst of flame was a testament to how much she cared for them.

Valentina stood amidst the flames, her hair a wild inferno, her eyes glowing with a deadly focus. "No one," she growled, her voice barely above a whisper, yet louder than the roar of the fire, "hurts my daughters and lives to tell the tale."

"The Master... does she care about us that much?" The thought pierced through Aaela's mind. Even with the pain coursing through her limbs, she couldn't look away from the figure they all believed to be unbeatable.

Kaaelani, always the cautious and analytical one, felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched Valentina obliterate every enemy, burning them down to the last molecule. She knew Valentina was powerful, but seeing this... seeing what she would do for them... made her question her own strength.

Saelaara, the most impulsive and determined, felt a mixture of fear and awe. That was their Master, but why was she so furious? Why... why would she go so far for them? They were just her disciples, weren't they? "She... sees us as her daughters? I thought she only wanted to show off when she asked us to call her 'Mother...'" The thought hit her like a shockwave.

Valentina, now cloaked in intense flames, seemed to be in a trance. Her power continued to grow, and the waves of heat radiating from her distorted the very air around them. She didn't stop until the battlefield was clear. Not only had the werewolves been exterminated, but any trace of their presence had been erased. No flesh, no bones, no blood remained. Everything had been swept away by Valentina's flames.

When the last creature fell, reduced to ash, she finally turned toward the three Valkyries. The fire around her began to dim, but her eyes still blazed with an insatiable fury. She walked toward them, her steps light and graceful, but each movement still radiated power.

"You're hurt." Her voice, though soft, was heavy with concern. She knelt beside Aaela first, gently cradling her face. "I... I'm sorry I took so long."

Aaela looked up at Valentina, the pain in her body now overshadowed by the emotion swelling inside her. "Mo-Mother... you... saved us."

Valentina smiled faintly, though fatigue was evident in her eyes. "I would never let anything happen to you. You are my daughters."

Those words struck the three Valkyries deeply. They knew Valentina had trained, guided, and protected them, but they had never thought she saw them as more than warriors under her command.

Kaaelani swallowed hard, her eyes welling up as she watched the scene unfold. "Have you... always cared this much?"

Valentina nodded, running her fingers gently across Kaaelani's bruised face. "Always, but you know how I am... not great at showing it. You are so much more than my disciples. You are my family, you always have been."

Saelaara, who had always prided herself on her strength, now found herself vulnerable, nearly in tears upon hearing those words. She didn't know what to say. She had never imagined Valentina felt so deeply for them.

The flaming aura around Valentina began to fully dissipate. The intensity in her eyes softened, and the anger was replaced with relief. She reached out and helped Saelaara to her feet, gazing at each of them with a protective look.

"You fought well. But now, it's time to rest." She glanced around the battlefield—or what was left of it—a vast, scorched wasteland with no trace of life or death. "I'll handle the rest."

With a final gesture of her hand, Valentina conjured a barrier of fire around them, shielding them from any remaining threats. She led them to a safe place where they could rest and heal. Their wounds, though severe, seemed less painful now under their Master's watchful eye.

As Valentina tended to her adopted daughters, the battlefield, now reduced to ashes, fell into absolute silence. No echo of the previous fight remained. The devastation caused by Valentina's hands was complete, and what was left stood as a silent testament to her power and, more importantly, to her love.

The Valkyries, despite their exhaustion, couldn't take their eyes off their Master.

They had never felt so protected, so important. And as the comforting heat of the fiery barrier enveloped them, a shared thought echoed in their minds: "She... really cares."

Meanwhile, of course... Dante was at the other location the Valkyries had been tasked with attacking. He was supposed to be resting, but he felt the urge to get out of bed and get back to work.

Dante surveyed his surroundings, sensing the tension in the air, as if the battlefield itself was hesitant to reveal what had transpired. The stronghold of Svarsk, once a solid and unyielding bastion dominated by powerful creatures, now lay in ruins. The crumbling walls, bodies strewn across the ground, and the dense silence hung like a fog, bearing the marks of a brutal confrontation.

He sighed, tightening the grip on the hilt of his sword resting on his shoulder, his sharp eyes scanning the debris as if they could extract answers from the chaos. "Those Valkyries... should have handled this more cleanly. What the hell happened here?" he thought, irritation creeping into his mind. He was meant to be resting, recovering his strength, but an unsettling restlessness had compelled him to rise from his bed and head to the fortress. Now, he faced the mess that awaited him.

"Well, let's see how they're doing," he muttered, feeling the presence of the girls.