9 The Blood
At this moment, Dante was having a somewhat complicated delight before his eyes...
His mother, Valentina Scarlet, the strongest vampire there is, was taking off her clothes.
Valentina was preparing to offer her blood to Dante. She decided to do this in a way to understand Dante's intentions towards her. Dante doesn't know it, but Valentina has a slightly mischievous ability that allows her to fully read a person, their intentions, and their personality.
That's how she understood that in the first few weeks, Dante could comprehend her, and she taught him about not bowing his head using the Silverblood family members as a demonstration.
Valentina might seem like a loving mother, but it's quite the opposite. She's extremely cautious; she can understand everything and everyone with just one look, so she was really gentle and loving with Dante.
The reason?
Dante is more than just a common vampire; he inherited everything from Valentina's essence. So, it's fair to say they are in equal positions. He has all of Valentina's potential added to his own, which is quite scary, but that's how his existence was molded when he arrived in this world.
Valentina wants to make sure it was the right decision, but she hesitates for one reason. Dante looks at her with lust. She thought she could be a normal mother, she made the decision for personal reasons she wouldn't reveal to anyone in this world, and when she realized that Dante doesn't only see her as a mother, something inside her activated, and she can't help but think that way anymore.
Valentina then completely took off her clothes; she was completely naked, and all her skin could be seen.
Dante swallowed hard when he saw that; he was still a 22-year-old man despite being in such a small body.
"What are you going to do, Mother?" Dante thought mentally while seeing his "mother" like he had never seen before.
Before he could say anything, Valentina got into bed as she moved towards Dante.
Dante could catch a glimpse of the red hairs in her cleft; he was hypnotized. Soon, Valentina approached him and lay over his body; her breasts covered Dante's entire body as she looked with a gentle expression on her face very close to him.
"Dante, we are vampires; we drink blood as our main source of nutrition, but you can't just drink any blood you come across from anyone, understand?"
"Noble vampires like us are obligated to drink the blood of our partners to enhance our strength."
She raised her hand, and a small fire presentation appeared; Dante sighed again when he saw his mother's fire control.
In the presentation, she recreated two fire vampires sucking each other's blood.
"Never drink blood carelessly, understand? Blood is the currency for everything." Then she showed a vampire drinking the blood of a dead beast. "When we drink blood stronger than us, we can absorb the energy and make it ours; this helps our strength grow. But if you do this with something much stronger than you, this happens."
The fire illusion showed a small vampire drinking from the beast again, and soon he began to die and melt, a light burned his entire body.
"You'll overload your magic core, and you'll start dissolving into mana," Valentina said with a serious look.
"I understand, Mother." Dante said as he watched the grotesque scene of a vampire turning into something like a meat jelly on the ground.
"But mother, can't I drink your blood?" Dante asked curiously; he read in his history books that Dante's Mother, Valentina Scarlet, is "The Bloodthirsty Reaper," a being of pure evil and blood who killed thousands of people throughout her life. She is the top when it comes to vampires.
Of course, Valentina never really disclosed who or how she is like that, but history books were hypocritical; they never tell the true story but rather what they saw happen, not the reality of the facts. Or do you think a war happens just because someone got annoyed? War is a place where people kill each other without hating each other, by old folks who hate each other but don't try to kill each other.
"It's not quite like that," Valentina said as she showed two men with her fire power.
"Pretend the first one is Vlad, the current Progenitor of Vampires, you know about the progenitors, right? The beings who birth the life of their races?" Dante nodded confirming as he looked clearly at the image of the first man.
"Vlad isn't the first progenitor of Vampires, this man is Cain 'the Father of the Night,' and the first progenitor of the vampire race." Valentina showed the other man.
"Do you know the difference between them?" Valentina asked, hoping Dante wouldn't know, but...
"They are from different eras," Dante said.
"Oh!? That's a good observation, that's correct. Vlad is more recent than Cain; this affects your progenitor bloodline." Valentina said.
"The Purity differs," Valentina said as she took a drop of blood from her finger.
'Dark Blood...' Dante thought as he looked at the almost black wine-colored blood in Valentina's hand.
"I am a vampire from Cain's lineage, not from Vlad's." Valentina revealed, and Dante's eyes widened. How old was his mother?
"Old Mother," Dante said, and a scowl appeared on Valentina's face.
"I AM NOT OLD! I AM VERY HEALTHY AND HAVE THE BODY OF A HIGHLY DEVELOPED MATURE WOMAN!" Valentina shouted, heard by the house staff.
— On the first floor.
"Lady Skyla, is she saying she has a Milf body to her own son?" A woman in battle attire like a Valkyrie said to the maid.
"Seems like that's the case, Miss Asper," Skyla replied calmly.
"Isn't he too young to hear about the art of Snu-Snu?" Asper replied, adjusting her battle maiden outfit while trying to appear less sexually affected.
"Let her, she educates her son as she wants... after all, if we say something, she'll kill us, right?" Skyla said while holding her arms, puffing out her chest. "He'll be a pervert anyway, all men are like that!"
"Lady Skyla, do you have any trauma with men?" Asper asked curiously with a smile on her face.
Skyla remained quiet while Asper simply started laughing at her. Was it so obvious that she had issues with men?
