My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

In the skies above the battlefield, the air seemed to vibrate with sacred energy as Strelitzia hovered majestically, her radiant wings reflecting the golden light emanating from the heavens. Beside her, Uriel, Gabriel, and Michael floated, each one radiating a presence that was both imposing and serene.

Below them, Albion remained untouched, not a single scratch from the war raging beneath. Nothing had hit the kingdom, as numerous witches hovered in the air, maintaining energy shields, ready to erase anything that came too close. Why were they there? To ensure the Celestial Virtues were safe.

Strelitzia, though calm at first glance, was weighed down by a silent concern. Her distant, fixed gaze observed the battlefield below with unsettling precision. "They've done well against a clone, but I don't believe they'll survive when the real Mary Rose arrives..." she said, the softness of her voice concealing the gravity of the situation.

Gabriel, his eyes glowing a deep, intense gold, spoke with a grave and decisive tone. "Mary Rose is no ordinary threat. She challenges the order and balance we swore to protect. Her ambition knows no bounds. This must be contained, and soon."

Uriel, draped in a resplendent white gown that reflected the celestial light, crossed his arms and fixed his gaze on the forces below. "The undead wouldn't be able to organize like this on their own. Someone in the shadows is manipulating them, and that is even more dangerous than the war itself. It seems Mary Rose is just the tip of the iceberg." His expression was laden with a concern he rarely showed.

Michael, with his divine sword in hand and an aura of unyielding prowess, stepped forward, his gaze locked on the heart of the battle. "Albion is holding strong, yes, but… the undead are rising again. The kingdom is expending precious energy and resources to contain this threat. If we do nothing, the balance will shift, and more lives will be lost."

Strelitzia looked at her companions with a soft sigh, her golden eyes glowing with deep intensity. "So the real question is," she began, her voice soft but carrying the weight of her words, "do we intervene now and take the risks, or do we wait for the right moment to act?"

Uriel slowly shook his head, the determination in his eyes reflecting his commitment to order. "We cannot interfere directly. This is the mortals' fight, and we must respect their paths. But we will be ready to descend when the time is right. We must wait for the balance to be broken, and only then will we act."

As Strelitzia personally considered this matter… She was not the only one troubled by it.

[Vampire Kingdom]

In the Vampire Kingdom, the atmosphere was tense and charged with unease. Elizabeth Tepes, the kingdom's princess, stood high in one of the castles, her gaze fixed on the horizon, where a terrifying sight was taking shape. Giant undead, their imposing and threatening forms, slowly advanced toward the city. The sound of their heavy footsteps echoed across the land, reverberating through the mountains around them, as the ground seemed to tremble under the weight of their macabre presence.

"What the hell is this?" Elizabeth murmured, her eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and rage as she watched the horrifying scene unfold before her eyes. The giants were enormous, moving slowly but with a force that could destroy everything in their path. She knew this was no ordinary invasion. This wasn't just a simple threat.

In a rush of instinct, Elizabeth ran through the castle corridors, the cold wind striking her face as she hurried up the stairs. She needed to understand what was happening, and more importantly, where her father, King Vlad Dracula Tepes, the unbeatable ruler of the vampires, was.

She quickly reached the throne room, where her mother, Liza, sat with a grim expression. Liza Tepes, an imposing woman with eyes that reflected millennia of wisdom, looked at Elizabeth with unsettling calm. However, it was clear that concern was reflected in her eyes.

"Mother, what's happening?" Elizabeth asked, her voice heavy with urgency. She couldn't understand what was going on. The undead giants were not a threat they had faced before. They were something entirely new, and Elizabeth didn't know what to do.

Liza slowly stood, her posture regal like that of a queen who, even in the face of adversity, retains her dignity. "I don't know, my daughter," Liza replied, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "They appeared suddenly, without warning, and are advancing toward the city with unimaginable force."

Elizabeth felt the urgency take over her body as her mother's words echoed in her mind. "Out there." The weight of that simple sentence was unbearable. Vlad, her father, the Vampire King, was out there, on the battlefield, facing something even he could not ignore.

Without hesitation, Elizabeth spun on her heels and dashed out of the throne room. Her boots echoed through the castle corridors as she ran at full speed. Each step brought her closer to the battlefield, where she knew her destiny awaited.

The wind cut across her face as she finally reached the castle gates. She could see in the distance, beyond the city, the massive mass of undead giants marching toward the kingdom. The air was heavy, thick with the impending threat. But what stopped her mid-run wasn't the sight of the monstrous army, but the imposing figure hovering in the sky above them.

Vlad Dracula Tepes, the Vampire King, was there, floating serenely in the air, his red eyes fixed on the moving giants. He was as always, imposing, his body surrounded by an aura that made even the strongest enemies hesitate. Vlad's presence was overwhelming, as though the very sky was bowing to his will. His black wings spread with lethal grace, and his expression was that of a warrior leader, but with something more—calculated coldness.

Elizabeth didn't hesitate anymore. She ran toward him with fierce determination. She knew that, although she was strong, there was something in Vlad, something she hadn't yet conquered—an ancient power he possessed that made her revere him, even with her unquestionable strength.

She finally reached the base of one of the floating castles, where Vlad was watching the battlefield. He slowly turned his head when he heard his daughter's footsteps, his grave, penetrating gaze falling on her.

"Father!" Elizabeth exclaimed, breathless, stopping before him. Her eyes were fixed on the distant army. "What's happening? Who are these giants? Are they… undead?"

Vlad looked at her for a moment, his gaze relentless and piercing. His voice came low, yet full of authority: "Yes. They are a force awakened from the shadows. And they are not simple undead. They were summoned with a much older and darker power." He paused, watching the advancing giants. "What you see there is not just an invasion, Elizabeth. It's a message."

Elizabeth felt a shiver run down her spine. "A message?" she repeated, confused.

"Yes," Vlad replied, with a slight sigh. "Dante warned me this was coming, but I didn't think Mary Rose would be so bold…" Vlad murmured.

As he pondered what to do, Elizabeth stepped beside him to try and get a better look at what was approaching, and then... she saw a vampire on top of one of the giants, looking directly at her.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, her heart racing as she recognized the figure of the vampire riding one of the undead giants. The aura he emitted was familiar, but at the same time, menacing. The presence of a vampire so close to such a monstrous force wasn't something one saw every day. She felt a chill run down her spine, and an ancestral instinct told her this being was no ordinary vampire.

He watched her with a cold, calculating gaze, his red eyes burning like incandescent rubies, his expression as serene as a monarch's, but at the same time, laden with malicious intent. The vampire had the posture of a leader, someone who controlled everything around him, and the way his gaze locked onto Elizabeth didn't go unnoticed. It was as if he knew exactly who she was, and the tension between them was palpable.

"Who is he?" Elizabeth asked, her voice tinged with concern and curiosity. She knew this vampire wasn't someone she recognized, but his aura was undeniably a threat.

Vlad fixed his gaze on the figure atop the giant, and his eyes darkened with visible disdain. "That is... one of my former subjects. His name is Zephiros. A renegade vampire who left the Vampire Kingdom centuries ago, believing he could become more powerful than me. It seems he's finally allied himself with Mary Rose."

Elizabeth stayed silent, processing her father's words. Zephiros... She had never heard of him, but the way Vlad spoke indicated that he wasn't just any ordinary traitor. His past undoubtedly carried secrets and power.

"He's a problem that should've been dealt with long ago," Vlad continued, his voice colder and more threatening now. "But now, with Mary Rose's alliance, he has become something even more dangerous." Vlad murmured.

"Ah... damn." He said, then added, "All vampires, prepare for war."