My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

It was as if the world paused as if holding its breath for the fight that was coming as the two vampires stared at each other.

Lisa stood, her arms crossed as she blocked the door. "Going somewhere, City Lord?" She smirked.

James gritted his teeth as he stared at her. He should've expected this.

He'd grown confident. Too confident.

He'd thought the secret of his basement was well hidden. After all, only three people still alive knew about it. Him, Anya and Nicodemus.

He hadn't told anyone else. Nicodemus clearly wasn't in a state to tell anyone and anybody he could've told had been killed after being framed as Veilbreakers.

The only person left was Anya and he'd been sure she hadn't told them. Not yet, if what he had seen when he'd confronted her had been any indication.

So, how had they known about it?

His mind went through his options, wondering how he'd play this. After a second, his mind settled on an answer. This news must not get to the Ark.

Besides, it's about time that he found a solution to Nicodemus' immortality. It might be his relic but relics can be destroyed. That was a fact. He was strong enough for that now.

He sighed in resignation and stood straight, all tension draining from his body.

"I guess you guys found the skeleton in my closet." He said.

Lisa frowned, tilting her head at his words. She'd probably been expecting him to put up more of a fight.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about that." He sighed. "I guess it's time for the secret to come to light."

"So, you're okay with that?" Lisa asked. "How... relaxed."

"Of course, I'm okay with it." James chuckled. "That Michelangelo might be a piece of shit but I can't think of a better resolution than this to this affair."

He watched Lisa's confused expression as he smiled. "All I can say is that I tried my best to preserve the Law of Secrecy in this city even if Nicodemus haunts us even in death."

"The worst I'd get is a slap on the wrist and maybe more oversight." He shrugged like there was nothing he could do about that. "I, after all, have been serving faithfully."

After a moment of silence he never thought possible with how chatty the woman was, she finally spoke. "I... see."

"Yes." James nodded. "While you guys sort through this issue, I'll be upstairs in my quarters. You can find me there if you need me."

He turned to leave.

"Wait!" Lisa stopped him with a word. "There's just one thing I don't understand." The woman dropped her crossed arms, standing in a relaxed pose. "Why hide whatever this is if you really have been serving faithfully?"

James hesitated as if weighing his options then sighed. "This happened in the years after the Death Wave. Even if I wasn't involved, I would've lost my life. Thankfully, things are different now."

"I see." Lisa nodded, rubbing her chin as she stood in an intellectual pose.

"Yes." James nodded. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Of course." Lisa nodded, turning away.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Thank you." James turned and in a sudden burst of speed, turned around and lunged at Lisa, catching her off guard.

His grin grew as his claws tore through her blouse and sank into her chest, gripping her heart in his hands.

"W- wha?" Lisa's eyes widened in shock as blood spilled from her lips.

"Goodnight, bitch." James spat before he yanked his hand out with her heart in it and she crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

He tossed the heart to one corner of the room and just as he turned towards the door leading to the basement, he felt the world land on his cheek.

Crash!

He crashed through the doors leading outside the estate, his body tumbling across the ground before it landed on something both hard and soft at the same time.

He blinked in disorientation, staring straight at the sky. That had been a... punch?

His eyes widened and he quickly stumbled to his feet. He was at the statue of the money king? What had stopped his flight across the street?

He turned and stopped, his body freezing. "Ezra Matten?" His eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

The man getting to his feet was Ezra Matten. That was undeniable. He could feel the relic inside him but at the same time, the man couldn't be Ezra Matten because it just was not possible for a vampire to go from the fourth thing to the sixth ring in a matter of days.

It just wasn't possible. The energy required to jump between two great rings like that was so great, he was sure Ezra would have to sacrifice his relic for that. But that couldn't be possible, could it?

The man standing in front of him had the same dark blue hair that belonged to Ezra Matten and on his hands right up to his elbow were scales of the same color. Scales that shimmered even without the need of light.

Scales that can only be found on those who are in the sixth ring.

The man finally stood straight, his hand coming up to push the hair out of his eyes.

Their eyes met and James almost took a step back. The eyes staring at him were a brilliant gold. It looked like the man was looking at something beyond the physical.

"Hello... James." The man whispered and he knew at that very moment.

The impossible had happened.

Ezra Matten had found a way to ascend two rings at the same time.

"Matten." He growled, glancing back at his estate. Who had hit him? The person was surely coming. Will he be fighting two opponents at once?

"Who are we expecting?" Ezra asked as he glanced in the same direction as James. "Nicodemus?"

"H- how?" James' eyes widened.

"It has been foretold, City Lord." Ezra said, turning to look at the statue of the money king. "This is the place where I would've committed the sins of tomorrow."

He paused before turning back to look at James. "Well, I would still commit a few sins. That... hasn't changed."