I Have Seven Dragon Souls In a cultivation world

but of course, he wouldn't say this to his moonlight sword.

"Don't worry, you'll find out when we get there..."

carrying the sword in his hand, Dante hopped out the window and landed on the roof of his building.

After taking a quick look around the area, Dante sped out across the capital towards his next destination.

.....

  Baleview Clan residence

Marco had a terrifyingly grim expression on his face as he stormed through the halls.

In his rage, he trampled over many servants but even so, he still didn't care.

Soon the servants quickly realised the bad mood of their master and quickly began to avoid him.

Marco carried on storming on through the hall before he came towards the door to his room 

  "Bang!"

Marco didn't slow down and slammed into his room door, bursting it open.

"Husband!"

seeing that Marco had come in, his wife quickly came to greet him.

"Our son, How is he?" Asked Marco with a serious expression.

"he's getting better. He was awake for a few hours, but the clan doctor said he still needs lots of sleep to recover from his devastating injury"

As Marco heard this, a relieved smile appeared on his face

"But husband, don't tell me that you're going to let that boy get away with what he did to our son? 

Our son is a cripple!

We have to do something or else-"

but before his wife could continue talking, Marco joined in and cut her off

"Of course I won't let this slide." Said Marco plainly.

"This mood I've been putting on, it's all a facade."

As Marco spoke, his frown slowly faded and was instead replaced with a twisted smile 

"I've been using my connections to contact the death blade guild."

"The death blade guild? Darling, are you serious?"

"of course I'm serious," responded Marco 

"Even if I move quickly, only a distinguished assassin organisation like the death blade guild would dare to take on the assassination of a Dragon Son!"

"But husband the death blade guild, there not cheap. The price..."

"Don't worry," said Marco with a reassuring voice

"The funds come from a clan source that I've been laundering for the past few years. Trust me, the price is nothing to be worried about."

As Marco spoke, a mad gleam shined in his eyes, perfectly showing off the true madness of a crazed father.

"At dawn tomorrow, I'll be meeting with a representative from the death blade guild. 

If things go well, that so-called Dante shouldn't live past the end of this week!"

"Haha! Everything is going according to-"

But before Marco could even finish his sentence, an aquamarine light flashed from the shadows as a giant greatsword pierced straight through his chest 

'Huh? What a strange light...?'

These were the last thoughts Marco had before the sword carried on travelling up, splitting him in half!

Marco's wife watched on in horror as her husband was brutally bisected!

Just as she was about to scream, a ghostly hand shot out from the shadows, clutching her neck 

"Crack!"

with a simple flick of the wrist, Marco's wife was swiftly killed as her neck was cleanly folded in half, instantly ending her life.

Gradually, from the shadows, walked out a white-haired young man everyone was familiar with by now 

Of course, this was man was none other than Dante!

He lightly flicked his greatsword, flinging off the blood that was clinging to its edge before slowly walking up towards the young man sleeping on the bed. Dante stopped beside the young man, looking down at him with a pair of emotionless eyes.

"Grant, don't blame me for what's about to happen. Blame yourself for your weakness, but above all else, blame your parents for their own ignorance!"

Dante swiftly brought down his greatsword easily cleaving the poor boy's head from his shoulders, ending his life while he was still blissfully asleep.

"sigh!"

  Looking around at the brutal massacre he had just committed, Dante sat on the floor whilst he tried to calm his shaking hands.

'Fuck!' Thought Dante

It's not as if Dante had never killed a man before. Ever since Dante had come to this world, He had been in many life and death fights, and in doing so, took many lives in the process.

The only difference was that in all those situations, Dante was fighting for his life.

It had always been a 'him or me' situation, so Dante never really had time to dwell on his actions.

For the first time in his life, Dante had carefully plotted and planned a murder and cruelly committed it out.

But the thing that shocked Dante the most about it all was to just how easy it was!

It was completely different from any fight he had been in.

no resistance, no struggle. 

Just a swift, clean, heartless murder.

It was only now that Dante realised how much he had changed. 

Regular lives were as nothing to him!

They were like simple candles that could easily be snuffed out with just the simple wave of his hand.

And for Dante, that realisation alone was harrowing. 

He was there when they were talking about hiring an assassin to kill him.

In this world, it was either kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.

For your enemy, there was no such thing as mercy. That was just a stupid thing that led to a premature death.

the thing that really got to Dante was how weak life was and how easily it could be taken.

But instead of diluting Dante's lust for power, it only made it grow into a more horrific and twisted mess.

It had to be remembered that Dante's strength wasn't anywhere near the top of this world.

For others, his life was no different from the people he had just killed right now.

it was just another candle to be snuffed out in a simple passing

That realisation alone was like a weight on Dante's heart.

after just ending a life so easily, Dante refused to let his life end in a similar fashion.

And for Dante to reach that goal, there was only one solution, 

Power!

Physical Power, Man Power, hell, even Political power, 

Dante wanted it all!

  His desire for power hadn't died down. On the contrary, it was only just beginning!

Instead of causing guilt, this simple action of murder had caused something else in Dante.

A darker and more twisted thirst for power! 

  Many years later, Dante would look back on this day and wonder if today was the start,

The start of his descent into Hell!