"So... how much do you know about your reincarnations?" Sara, always the most concerned, wanted to know every detail to understand how Dante was handling the situation and if it was affecting him in any way.
"Inside me, there's a divided consciousness. I call it alter-Dante; it's like my progenitor's conscious part. He has all the memories of the other progenitors and helps me control my entire body and my energy problems. In the case of these memories, my soul was fragmented, and to avoid overloading me, he divided the memories into two parts: the visual memories and the experiences.
At the moment, I only know what happened, who I met, and a few other things." Dante paused to catch his breath. "I have the memories, not the experiences, so there's no risk of me losing myself or other things that could harm me." Dante commented with a firm smile while continuing to stroke Aldria's black hair in his lap.
"I see..." Sara murmured, still pondering what Dante had become... She was a bit uneasy about him having been Lucifer, after all... she was a virtue, and what she knew about Lucifer was much worse than what common people knew... Well, at least she thought so, after all... Angels don't always tell the truth.
Dante noticed the concern in her eyes and tried to reassure her. "I know this is a lot to process, but I remain the same Dante you all know. My past lives have given me a unique perspective, but they haven't changed my essence. I'm still here, with you, facing everything together."
Sara sighed, still trying to assimilate everything. "I just... want to make sure you're okay. I don't want these memories to overwhelm or hurt you."
"I know, Sara. And I appreciate your concern, dear. But I'm fine, really. I have you all by my side, and that's what truly matters." Dante smiled, feeling the weight of his words ease the tension in the air.
All the girls smiled at Dante's reassurance, which was all they needed to hear. They didn't want to marry someone else; they didn't want their husband to be someone other than who he had always been with them. The faces of all these women were filled with mischievous smiles and warm looks.
Morgana was thoughtful in her corner, listening to everything he had to say. In moments like this, she focused on absorbing all the knowledge she heard, especially about a Progenitor, something that couldn't always be understood since Progenitors were rare, very rare, and currently, she only knew three... Dante, Vlad, and Lilith.
Nagasawa, with her arms crossed, had some thoughts about Dante that couldn't be spoken. In truth, she was more worried about her own feelings than his. After all, it had been a while since she felt loved or anything like that... She was upset but knew that Dante didn't mean any harm.
Aaralyn was also somewhat upset about being expelled from the fight in the main Qliphoth... She felt inadequate to stand by this man; her strength was wavering, and she needed to become stronger... But how? How could she be stronger? How could she wipe out all enemies before they even threatened her husband? She was possessive...
She wanted to be like an instant nuclear bomb sweeping the battlefield for this man.
As for Velryna, she had no complaints in her mind. In fact, she was the most sane one in the room simply because she was normally human. She didn't have the racing thoughts that vampires had, with their deeper and stronger emotions, nor was she a Succubus, a Dragon, or a Virtue. She was just herself, and she was aware that she wasn't strong, much less a key player.
"Besides, you still have the memories of Azi Dahaka, so why are you asking something like this? You should know, you were the Overlord of the Prime Sector."
"The Overlord who was defeated and killed," Dante replied, breaking Voralith's confident expression. "I don't want to be rude, but those memories don't help me at all with training. Without the feelings and experiences, it's just me sitting and meditating. Besides, I'm not a progenitor of a race in this life. I wasn't created to be a fighter like my former self." He smiled at her.
"Unless you can turn me into a dragon, since I'm made from your essence. In simple theory, you're my mother, my dear wife." Dante said, teasing her.
Voralith huffed but couldn't help but smile. "You always find a way to turn the situation around, don't you?"
"I do my best," Dante replied, still with a mischievous smile. "But seriously, we need a solid strategy. The Council meeting is our best chance to understand the situation and form alliances. And as for my training, I'll find a way to strengthen myself that makes sense to me, even if it's not traditional."
"We're here to support you, Dante," Velryna said. "No matter how you choose to get stronger, we'll be by your side."
"That's right," Morgana added, finally coming out of her thoughtful state. "We're in this together, and we'll find a way to help you become stronger."
"So let's prepare for the Council meeting," Dante declared. "And in the meantime, I'll keep exploring new ways of training. With all of you by my side, I know we can face any challenge."
The women nodded as they listened to Velryna speak, and Dante smiled at them. "Thank you for your support... but before we move forward... we have many things to sort out, so it's not just me who needs to get stronger..." Dante said. "We'll deal with that later... for now...
Can someone tell me if you managed to contact that crazy woman?" Dante asked, looking at Morgana, who was the only one with interdimensional communication.
"Don't look at me like that, that idiot is in the werewolf realm, and she hasn't returned or answered my calls, even though I said you wanted her here," Morgana said with a shrug. "Well, she must have her reasons... but it would be good if she were here... Despite being rough, she knows how to train people." Dante's words sank into the women's minds, and a ripple of anxiety spread.
"D-D-Dante! Y-you're not going to make us train with Valentina, are you?" The first to speak was Vex, stammering as she spoke. Well... she wasn't too fond of training. "Hmm? Of course, you have to get stronger and there's a Grandmaster here.
What did you expect? That I would train you? I have to train too."