My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

One day, this woman was abandoned near a kingdom that could collapse at any moment. This realm wasn\'t prosperous or enduring; in fact, its days were numbered for failure and the end of its existence.

The wars had reached a point of no return; the natural and supernatural were both in decline, and the various races continued their immeasurable bloodshed.

However, she never surrendered to danger. Her eyes burned for survival; her body cried out for life. Perhaps in a fairy tale, she would be a fallen princess who reclaimed a kingdom and lived happily ever after, but this woman was never happy, never even had a beginning to her end.

A life of pure destruction and massacre, her name? She didn\'t have a name; in fact, people barely referred to her as a human being. She was known as something akin to a God of Death, someone who appeared only to take people\'s lives.

One day, however, this woman was caught off guard and suffered a brutal wound that couldn\'t be healed just by consuming magical regeneration spices. It required a special cure, one she couldn\'t receive treatment for, after all, she was considered a demon.

She had always lived alone, but now was the worst moment of her current self. She begged some travelers for food, but they had more important things to do than listen to an orphan wandering the trade routes seeking crumbs. Her wound worsened each day, and eventually, she collapsed on one of the roads.

She had slowly accepted her fate, after all, people had never given her any support, and again, this lack of consideration and any kind of human contact left her like a helpless animal.

However, a being of darkness found her lying on the road. Initially, he didn\'t care, but he ended up picking up the girl\'s body and carrying it to his cave, a place inhospitable and away from the society of that time, which, by the way, wasn\'t really as advanced as the current world.

She woke up one night, hearing the thunderous storms that frightened her. She didn\'t like rain, and the sounds of thunder and lightning deeply scared her, causing a panic attack that made her hide in a corner of the cave.

The old man, however, looked at that scene amusedly; after all, he knew the girl\'s reputation. She wasn\'t really old, but he knew the stories; after all, everyone feared the woman with red hair who wandered the battlefields, defiling bodies and killing everything that moved.

"Are you scared?" The man questioned, but she didn\'t have any immediate response. In fact, the fear and dread from the loud thunderclaps left her completely terrified to the point where her survival instincts barely made her notice his presence.

She couldn\'t speak, not only out of fear, but her vocal cords were damaged and dry. The man, of course, wasn\'t foolish; he knew how this girl had been since he healed her, but nothing was immediate, and that goes for miraculous cures too. The man then approached calmly; the girl tried to move away, but of course, it was impossible where she was.

"Drink," the old man uttered, handing her a small flask partly filled. The girl quickly grabbed and drank it as if it were instinctive for her; she swallowed the liquid completely.

She soon realized her mistake and spit it out hastily, but he didn\'t blame her, after all... "W-what is this?" She murmured while putting her hand to her mouth; it tasted horrible, but he didn\'t care, quickly answering her question, "Blood." However, he just stood up. "This is the best thing for someone like you now," he commented.

The girl was frightened but didn\'t have the strength to fully stand up.

"How old are you?" He asked, getting very close; she was startled, but she couldn\'t resist, and just said what he asked. "Nineteen," she said, a woman in a state of growth; her clothes resembled those of a peasant but were completely stained with enemies\' blood.

"My name is Caim, and yours?" He introduced himself, but she didn\'t have an answer for him, after all, she didn\'t have a name. "I don\'t have a name," she commented. The man, however, frowned and said, "I can\'t call you \'You\'; how do you want me to call you?" He asked. "Give me what humans call a Name." She said; the old man looked at her and couldn\'t help but be curious; she was clearly human, but...

why did she speak as if she weren\'t? He didn\'t know, but he decided to accept her request. "Rias, this will be your name, like a Crimson Demon," he said, looking at her hair, which burned like dark flames.

Time passed, and Rias began to think more about what had happened. She woke up in the morning and descended the mountains near the village and the trade routes, hunting magical beasts and consuming their blood.

The girl had lost the power to walk under the sun and always wore a cape to hide, at least that was in the beginning; as time went on, she understood more about herself and about this power she had received.

She had become something the man called a "Vampire," a supernatural race that had recently emerged. Despite not knowing her origins, she simply accepted it, and her days passed.

Rias learned about many things, much more than her previous knowledge could allow. Her body was like a war machine, capable of decimating entire armies just by stepping onto the battlefield. However, Caim didn\'t allow her to do that. He trained her to fully control her body, and fortunately, it lasted less than a year.

Rias was a definitive talent. Everything she learned, she mastered. Every tiny detail she absorbed and developed her own methods.

Then, one day, the man disappeared completely, and again, Rias was alone in the world. However, now she had the strength to protect herself definitively, and so, she began to wander the world where wars continued to be the main focus.

She eliminated all those who opposed her, and with each place she liberated from war, people joined her and followed her, even if she didn\'t want them to. She just wanted to end that stupid war of which she didn\'t even know the cause.

She decimated outposts, killing and draining all the prevalent blood from the bodies, increasing her strength more and more, and gradually becoming even more corrupted. When she returned, she was a different person from the one who left. The evils of war no longer mattered to her; she knew them well enough. The scenes she witnessed ran through her head and aroused her fury.

Again, she was alone, walking like a pilgrim who sought only the end of war, so that there would be no more children like her in this world, or at least, to decrease the frequency with which it happened.

Rias started a revolution that made her... A Nameless Queen...

"Urgh!" She screamed upon waking. "What a damn dream again, you old bastard, why did you give me a name! Argh! That\'s why it took me ten thousand years to find a husband, and when I do, they kill him!" She roared loudly. "I feel even worse knowing that he died protecting me! Damn Celestial Virtue!

I\'ll kill you first, Jeanne!" Valentina growled at the heavens... However...

"Tsk, that annoying witch. How many years have I been stuck here? All because I\'m a Vampire! I\'ll have a very warm conversation with you, Alice." She growled again at the heavens.

"I have to control myself... Wait, this aura... something\'s wrong... Why do I sense so many strong people gathered? No, that\'s not the problem... The problem is..." She murmured, trying to see beyond the world, but her senses were blocked by a Being.

She only saw a blur with a terrifying smile looking at her... "A Demon King," she said, and her whole world began to shake, feeling that the entire dimension was held by this extremely terrifying entity, with an aura much stronger than Morgana\'s.

"Who are you?" She said seriously, entering into an attack position. "Gungnir." She muttered, and the Golden Spear appeared in her hands, ready to kill whatever was on the other side.

But again, she fell into a dream before she could react to what would happen... As her dreams returned, Valentina once again returned to the cycle of infinite memories.