My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Ezra stared out the windows of his helicopter, the sound of the blades filling the air.

Below him was a large walled estate with several buildings, each one for each coven that comprised this particular family. Covering the grounds was a sea of green.

Carefully trimmed lawns and nicely placed trees, coupled with the granite roads and courtyards, with the fountains spraying their load all over the place.

At the centre of the estate was the grand mansion, an ostentatious display of the wealth of this particular family.

The Clementine family.

The pilot expertly maneuvered the helicopter as they descended. There was a slight bump as the landing skids finally touched down on the estate's private helipad.

The blades slowed, their rhythm fading as the door opened and Ezra stepped out, alone. He hadn't brought anyone. No guards. He was here to make a statement.

His baby and wife were back at home, but eliminating every threat to their safety was very important.

He adjusted his simple black coat as he stopped, his Aura filling the place. It extended all through the property, taking in the position of everyone in it. Of course, due to the change in reality, no one could currently feel his Aura. Not unless they were specifically looking for it.

He stepped forward, towards the group of people waiting for him at the edge of the landing pad. The senior members of the Clementine coven. They bowed deeply as he approached, wide honored smiles on their faces.

"Prince Ezra." One of them said with a smooth bow. "On behalf of House Clementine, allow us to offer our deepest congratulations on the birth of your daughter. A blessing to your house and the Monarchy."

Ezra said nothing. His eyes were calm, not a hint of the cold fury within him showing as his gaze swept over each of them. Just another insult. They'd greeted him with a no name and not the head of the family.

He stood there, just staring at them. The more time passed in silence, the more strained their smiles got. Finally, the head of the family stepped forward.

The man was tall and gaunt, dressed in a charcoal suit. His crimson irises spun slowly in his eyes and Ezra could feel his strength. Sixth Ring, just like him.

"You honor us with your presence, Prince Ezra." The man inclined his head slightly. "Please, this way."

Ezra stood there for half a second, a deliberate pause to show his displeasure at the greeting, before following behind the man, walking like he had all the time in the world.

The walk to the manor was silent, the man forced to walk at Ezra's pace. In a few minutes, Ezra was alone with the Clementine family head in the man's study, an equally ostentatious room as the rest of the building.

Ezra's eyes roved over the book-filled shelves, silver-framed portraits, and the fire crackling in the cozy hearth. The man had been going for an old world feel. Easily recreated with the available technology.

The coven head gestured to a seat opposite his desk, but Ezra ignored it and instead moved behind the desk, settling into the high-backed chair.

The head of House Clementine hesitated before standing opposite him, hands behind his back. Ezra leaned slightly forward, resting his elbows on the armrest.

"Yesterday," he began softly, "was supposed to be the happiest day of my life."

The Clementine patriarch said nothing.

Ezra's eyes didn't blink. "My wife finally went into labour and gave birth to my daughter. Even the most cold hearted vampire would feel happiness at the sight. It was supposed to be a day where only joyful things should happen. And yet, a midwife tried to assassinate my wife during childbirth."

Silence filled the room, Ezra and the family head staring at each other, none willing to look away.

"Do you know what that feels like? To hold your daughter in your arms and know you almost lost her before her first breath? To know that the only difference between life and death was your presence?"

Still, the patriarch kept his expression neutral. "I assure you, we share in your outrage, my prince. Such treachery is unthinkable."

Ezra tilted his head. "Yes. Unthinkable. Unless, of course, it was planned."

The air in the room changed. Anticipation and tension began brewing as the family head shifted slightly. They both knew what Ezra was insinuating.

"I've been looking into the group responsible. They were funded. Armed. Trained. Traced, all the way back to a house that has remained quiet, wealthy… and recently active in the east."

The head's lips thinned and a slight frown appeared on his face. "With all due respect, those are serious accusations."

"I'm past accusations." Ezra said, his voice flat. "I want the truth. About the splinter group. About your role in it."

The man's face twitched but not enough to reveal an emotion. He held his composure. "We are loyal to the Monarchy, my prince. We have no knowledge of any treasonous cells."

Ezra leaned forward. "Lies don't suit you. Try again."

"My lord!"

"Is this how you want to play it?" Ezra chuckled darkly, leaning back in the chair. "Deny, deny, and deny again?"

"There's no need to deny it anymore, Clementine. You played your hand when you sent an assassin after those that belonged to me. All I need is just to hear you say it."

The head's face flickered again.

"Just say it. You know how much you detest my rule. Just say it to my face so that I can get this over with."

There was a pause. Then, the mask cracked.

"I suppose it doesn't matter now, does it?" The man sneered. "You've already made your judgment."

A dark smile finally bloomed to life on Ezra's face. "Oh, I haven't judged you yet, Clementine."

He stepped out from behind the desk, shadows clinging to his footsteps.

"But I will."

And he was going to enjoy it.