My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

"Evangeline... how about you grab this?" Nagasawa asked, smiling while keeping her hand on his skin. His arm had completely melted away, and he could already see his bones, but he could hardly make a sound; the pain was so intense that his throat had locked up, and he stopped emitting any noise.

Evangeline smiled, revealing her pointed teeth, and agreed, picking up a sphere that held a strange power. "Here you go, Lady Naga," Evangeline said, handing the green energy sphere into Nagasawa's hands.

"A sphere made from the healing energy of the World Tree," Nagasawa remarked, smiling.

Alexander wondered why they needed something like this. In a moment like this, a healing sphere seemed like a paradox, a cruel irony. What could heal a body that was about to be torn apart?

"This sphere is a gift I asked from the World Tree," Nagasawa said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "You'll see how it can be used to make you feel every little detail of what's about to happen."

Alexander's heart raced as he saw the sphere. It was a source of energy, a small jewel; perhaps in the hands of good people, he could be healed after so much pain... But in Nagasawa's hands, he knew its function would be entirely different. The sphere began to glow more intensely, and he felt a wave of heat surge through him, but it wasn't comforting warmth. It was a warning.

His body was completely restored...

"Let's begin," Nagasawa said, her gaze fixed on Alexander, a predator that had finally cornered its prey.

Her eyes roamed over the man's body... The blade sliced through the air with a deadly hiss, embedding itself in Alexander's arm with a precise motion. The pain exploded in his mind like wildfire, an overwhelming wave that swept away any trace of lucidity that remained. He wanted to scream, but his throat remained constricted, a knot of despair that wouldn't let him make a sound. Blood poured out, warm and thick, staining the pale skin of the floor while Nagasawa's blade gleamed with the light of the sphere.

"Oh, the beauty of suffering," Nagasawa murmured, watching the scene with a look of pleasure. "You feel that, don't you? Every second is a symphony of pain, a melody that will not be forgotten."

The sphere pulsed in her hands, sending out a wave of energy that quickly closed the wound. Alexander looked at the healing cut, the skin reforming while he felt his life force draining, a strange and cruel sensation. It was as if the sphere were mocking him, offering a cure that only prolonged his torment.

"This is just the beginning, you worm," Evangeline said, her voice smooth as a breeze, but her gaze was filled with pure disdain. She stepped closer, observing with interest. "The sphere not only heals; it amplifies your pain. Isn't it a delicious irony?"
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Nagasawa nodded, a sadistic smile spreading across her face. "And now, let's see how much more you can endure." With an agile motion, she cut again, this time across his ribs, the blade entering with a satisfying snap. Blood gushed out, and the pain expanded like a fire in his guts, a hurt that seemed endless.

"Do you remember?" Dante appeared from the back of the room, his gaze burning. "Let's see if you can endure this a little longer."

Each question he asked was a cut to Alexander's soul, a constant reminder of what he had done. He tried to concentrate, but the pain was so intense that his mind began to fade, fragmenting into flashes of memory, like blurred images of a life that seemed distant. The image of Dante being struck by lightning flashed in his mind, the moment everything started to go wrong...

"This is just the beginning," Nagasawa whispered, more like a threat than a warning. "We're just warming up."

With a gesture, she made the sphere glow even brighter, and the energy spread throughout the room, enveloping Alexander in an intense heat that brought no comfort, only a new torment. He felt his body being remade and shattered at the same time, each part of his existence being restructured into a new form of suffering.

"Now, let's explore a little more," Evangeline said, her tone almost childish, as if she were about to play. She bent down, placing her hands on Alexander's knees. "What would you prefer? A deep cut or a slow crushing?"

He stared at her with wide eyes, the intensity of his pain already sending him into shock. He wanted to scream, but the sound wouldn't come out, the agony had rendered him mute.

"Don't worry, we have time," Nagasawa said, watching his reaction with delight. "And the sphere ensures that you can't die. Not until we've finished."

She drew the blade again, now making a series of smaller but equally painful cuts. Each blow felt like a hammer blow to his sanity, and he found himself fighting against the invisible currents of pain. It was as if his mind was tearing itself apart, fragments of his essence being lost in each silent scream that echoed in his head.

"I was honestly just going to kill you," Nagasawa explained, as she continued to torture him. "Not least because, thanks to you, I fell in love with my husband. But you annoy me too much, you know? So I'll keep going until you beg."

Evangeline watched intently, as if she were studying an art project. "You really are fascinating, Alexander," she said, as if she were admiring a masterpiece. "The way you react... the struggle in your eyes. It just makes everything more fun."

What was once a man had become a shadow of what he was, the light of his soul almost extinguished under the pressure of pain and despair. He felt like a cornered animal, and each stroke of the blade was like a reminder that there was no escape, that he was completely at the mercy of his captors' sadistic desires.

"This is just a little reminder," Nagasawa said, leaning closer, his breath warm on his face. "And now, let's turn up the intensity. What do you think of an experiment, something the husband said? What's its name... Oh yes... A Blood Eagle?"

The atmosphere in the room became heavy, impregnated with a mixture of pain and sadistic expectation that hung over Alexander. Nagasawa and Evangeline exchanged complicit glances, like two performers in a macabre show, ready to take their cruel theater of torture to new heights.

"A Blood Eagle," Nagasawa repeated, with a gleam of enthusiasm in her eyes. "It's an ancient torture, quite fun if you know how to apply it. Fortunately my husband taught me." With that, she began to describe the technique, each word charged with a sinister anticipation.

"cutting out the ribs of their victims and unfolding them to form wings, as if they were eagles... in a spectacle of pain, of course." Evangeline leaned forward, absorbing every detail. "It's fascinating how the mind can resist, even when the body is on the verge of collapse."

Alexander looked at them, the expression on his face a mixture of horror and despair. "Please... don't..." he murmured, his voice shaky, almost inaudible. He was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, knowing that the pain that was already consuming him would soon become even more unbearable.

"Let's begin," Nagasawa said, her voice sweet and murderous. With a smooth movement, she moved away and returned with a glistening blade, its edges reflecting the light in a threatening way. Alexander felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of the blade. The anticipation of pain was palpable, and he tried to move away, but he was trapped.

"No! No, please!" his cry echoed, a mixture of dread and pleading, but Nagasawa's response was a satisfied smile.

"I only know the theory, I'll have to learn from experience, first I do this..." she said, as if she were explaining a cake recipe, while the blade slid across his skin, like a cutting heat, making him scream with all the strength he had left. The scream turned into a guttural, almost animal sound as the cut deepened. The blade danced with ease, and he felt his flesh open under its touch, each movement causing an explosion of pain that made his mind crumble.

"This is just a reminder," Nagasawa continued, the blade now pressing down hard, almost as if it wanted to dig into his insides. "And now, let's increase the intensity."

He was so absorbed in the pain that he barely noticed Evangeline approaching. She was watching everything with a look of fascination, like a child in front of a magic show. "I've always wanted to see this up close," she said, her melodious voice contrasting with the brutality of the scene. "The way the flesh separates..."

The horror intensified as Nagasawa began to unfold her ribs. Alexander stood in shock, unable to process the reality that was unfolding before him. The blade went in deeper, making him feel like he was being torn apart from the inside out. The sound of bones breaking was almost deafening, a pop that echoed in his ears as his mind tried to disconnect from the pain.

"Now for the fun part," said Nagasawa with a crooked smile, her expression one of pure satisfaction. She applied force, and Alexander had the sensation that his ribs were spreading like wings, each snap pulsing through his body like a hammer, shattering his resistance. The scream that escaped her lips was a mixture of pain, dread and despair, a symphony of anguish that filled the room.

"Look at you," Evangeline said, her voice soft and calm, but her words were poison. "A real work of art in the making. You're doing so well, Alexander. Your every move is pure poetry to me." The gleam in her eyes was disturbing; she was feeding off his pain, the despair that emanated from him.

"No... please... I'm begging you," Alexander managed to stammer out between screams, his mind a whirlwind of horror. What was once a strong man was turning into a shadow of his former self, his identity being torn apart along with his flesh. He was becoming an object of torture, a trophy for these sadistic creatures.

"You have no idea what you're about to become," Nagasawa said, his voice laden with pleasure. "You will be a story, a legend of pain. And we'll make sure you feel every second of it." She seemed to delight in the idea of her transformation, as if she were shaping a piece of art.

The atmosphere around them was permeated with the symphony of her screams and the insane laughter of Nagasawa and Evangeline. For them, every moment of pain was a triumph, a step towards what they considered a glorious spectacle. And for Alexander, every second that passed was a test of his mental and physical endurance, a desperate struggle against the inevitability of his death.

"No... I can't... not like this..." Alexander whispered, the desperation in his voice echoing off the walls. But his pleas were in vain; he was no longer a person. He was a project, an object in the hands of two cruel creatures who fed on his agony. Darkness began to engulf his vision, his mind fragmenting under the weight of pain and terror. Every crack of bone, every cut in the skin was a cruel reminder that he was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

"This is just the beginning," Nagasawa said, his smile widening as he prepared to continue. Alexander felt horror wash over him. He knew that, as the torture unfolded, he became more and more a puppet, bound to the whims of his torturers, a symbol of a pain that seemed endless.