My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Ezra sighed as he stood alone in the black zone. All things must come to an end and this battle was no exception.

It had started right from when Nicodemus had been killed. That death had given Genesis the thirst for vengeance. A thirst that had ended in her death.

A thirst that had been transferred to Ezra who had taken it upon himself to see justice done. If the Ark punished James, they probably wouldn't kill him. They needed all the help they could get with the Monarchy just down the road.

Not Ezra. He knew he had to make things right.

He sighed again and turned, looking around the place. If humans saw it, he was sure there would be no scientific explanation for what had happened there.

The ground looked like it had passed through a grinder of some kind and there was no spot on it that was perfectly level. It looked like an earthquake had happened and left devastation.

Where the statue of the money king should be was only rubble. Shredded and destroyed vines, flowers and trees filled the whole place while there were several growth sticking out of the ground from Michelangelo's earth ability.

Then, his eyes landed on the giant coffin containing Nicodemus. What was he going to do about the vampire?

He sighed.

Four people had walked into the black zone and only one will get to walk out. Nicodemus had been given an unfair hand in life and now, he had to decide the man's fate.

He walked to a platform sticking out of the ground and sat, his eyes on the stone coffin.

His only option here was to tell the truth. But would they believe him?

Right now, he was the most suspicious one. The Attendant and the City Lord had walked into a black zone with him and only him had come out. Not to mention the fact that he'd ascended to the sixth rank in a day.

How about he-

His thoughts were cut short as he felt a twang on his soul bond.

Olivia and Red. They were nearby. He focused on the threads between them and managed to read the flow of vitality between them, a form of nonverbal communication they had perfected when they'd first arrived in Faewall.

Then, their souls had been closed off by the key after a few years in the city and they hadn't been able to use it all this while.

Judging from what he could read off the thread, they were outside the black zone.

Just as he turned to go to them, that's when it happened.

There was a flash of not-light from the stone coffin and an invisible shockwave rocketed out from it. As the shockwave passed through him, touching his soul, Ezra knew then and there what had happened.

Nicodemus' soul had completely been used up and an abomination had been born.

His head snapped to the coffin and he activated the new ability of his eyes. He pushed vitality into it until he could see inside. Nicodemus growled inside the coffin, every fiber of his being struggling to break free.

He poured more vitality inside his eyes and there was a sharp pain as he looked deeper. Nicodemus' soul was gone but his relic kept working. It needed off the vitality of the world itself, powering the man.

The relic shone in the place of a soul and Ezra couldn't tear his eyes off the sight. He could see it. The name of the relic.

Tether.

Then his eyes saw it. Something that should not exist was happening right in front of his eyes and it had broken the laws of the abyss. And the abyss always collects its due.

He could feel the darkness of the abyss burning a hole through reality to get to the abomination. There was not a lot of time but his eyes could see it.

He pushed more vitality into his eyes, straining as they began burning.

"Argh." He grunted as his eyes saw deeper. He could see truths layered into the world. It had been sealed off from the abyss for a long time and the claiming of Connell had triggered it. If it finds a way through this time, it will bring something with it.

The Cutting Off.

Then, the coffin cracked. Nicodemus strained to get out of his coffin and destroy everything in sight. Ezra couldn't let that happen.

He dashed to the coffin and placed his hand on it, pouring as much vitality into it. As he reinforced it, he kept pouring more vitality into his eyes.

He could feel blood streaming down his face but he didn't stop. His eyes could see the truths of reality. He needed to see the truth required to stop this from happening and kill Nicodemus for good.

He grunted as sparks entered his vision and he could not see the physical world again. All he could see was the weave that anchored reality in place. The fabric upon which the rules of the world were written.

He felt like he could just reach out and pull out a thread and change the laws of this world but he could also see the truth. He wasn't skilled enough to do that. Not now and not yet. Maybe one day.

He forced himself to focus back on Nicodemus. He could see the relic and deep inside of it was a lock in the shape of a tree. Not just any tree but the same tree that was on the sigil of the progenitor.

He looked deeper and saw the truth. He needed to sacrifice power to stop this power.

Instinctively knowing what to do, he began pulling out each and every power he'd ever stolen and he'd stolen a lot tonight. He poured his vitality into it as he fed them to the weave controlling the relic.

The light of the relic began to dim even as the abyss kept pushing, roaring to tear into this reality and set things right. Forever.

He kept feeding the weave, his recent stolen abilities going one after the other. The ghost's abilities, Michelangelo's perception, X's fiery chains. It all went into the weave. And a moment later, he was left with his abilities.

The light of the relic was dim. All he needed to do was sacrifice one more power within him. He chose the Chameleon but the moment he did, he knew it wouldn't be enough.

His awareness moved to the Chimera. His ability to steal people's powers. It could. Maybe. The only power he had capable of stopping this was Valaren.

Ezra paused. Could he give up Valaren? No. No, he couldn't. Even if he had a key, it would be useless without Valaren.

Without hesitation, he fed both the Chameleon and Chimera to the weave and the light of the relic dimmed till only a tiny fraction remained.

He was out of things to give and the abyss was almost here. His mind ran through every option he had until it settled on one thing. He did have one power to give. The power that had allowed him to survive the power of the breastplate.

His memories of Gen.

Tears of blood rolled down his cheeks as he fed the weave one memory. The memory of the first time he saw her in the alley. The day he had been turned into a vampire.

The light of the relic flickered and finally died.

And the world exploded.

"Arrrggghhh!" Ezra screamed in pain as his eyes burnt to husks at the sight of the explosion. The weave quivered like the string of a guitar as an ocean of vitality spread through the planet.

He had seen the truth just before his eyes had burned out and he was glad that they had been destroyed because if he had seen the whole thing, he would've gone mad. An irreversible madness.

The fabric of the world shifted as the explosion of vitality spread all over, changing the very rules of the world. He didn't know what this meant but he knew even the humans would be affected.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He sank to his knees as the coffin cracked and fell into dust as the being housed inside was erased from reality.

"Ezra!" He felt arms encircling his shoulders and sank into it, breathing in Olivia's scent.

"Thank God you're alive." Red's arm joined Olivia's.

Stay connected through empire

Vitality rocked the world and he focused on his soul bond to ground himself. His awareness shifted across the threads and that was when he noticed it.

His jaw dropped and he focused in disbelief. The new thread...

He quickly deployed his Aura and used it to confirm what he was sensing. It was undeniable. Another impossibility. But one that was quite possible.

"Olivia." He breathed, afraid to put what he'd just learnt into words. What if it turned out to be an illusion. Something his mind had dreamed up to keep him sane?

"Hmm?" Olivia disengaged the hug to look at his face.

"Y-" He hesitated, took a deep breath and then spoke the words that sealed their fate.

"You're pregnant."

END OF VOLUME 4: SINS OF TOMORROW