My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

The room trembled as Ezra activated his Dominion, his Aura growing heavier, and the shadows lengthening unnaturally across the walls of the Clementine study.

The smirk that had been on the family head's face flickered, before disappearing. For the first time, the Sixth Ring vampire realized what he had invited into his home.

Ezra might be in the same ring as he was, but there was a difference between a Sixth Ring family head, and a Sixth Ring Prince.

"I know men like you." Ezra said quietly, his voice vibrating through the air like a blade being drawn from its sheath. "You think yourself about the consequences of your actions. You think being a vampire means everything belongs to you. You think it grants you the right to take everything. But today, you'll learn exactly where defiance leads."

The Clementine family head didn't wait for whatever Ezra had prepared. The man surged forward, claws lengthening, his own Dominion flaring like a storm.

He moved with the desperation of a man who knew that the chances of death were incredibly high, purple energy blooming to life like fire around his arms.

Ezra didn't even flinch.

He sidestepped the first strike, leaning further back to avoid the trails of energy following it. Then caught the second strike in mid-air, gripping the man's wrist and gave it a sharp twist.

The vampire's bones cracked, sending him hissing in pain. His foot surged upward in a kick at Ezra's face, purple energy wreathing it, but Ezra simply stepped backwards, watching as the foot passed harmlessly in front of his face.

The family head twisted with the kick, his back turned to Ezra, but Ezra didn't take the bait. With a snarl of frustration, the vampire turned around instantly, surging towards Ezra.

The ground cracked behind him as he blurred in front of Ezra, his claws slashing through the air, tearing jagged holes into reality.

Ezra dodged, leaning back and weaved through the attacks, as the holes crackled, slowly resealing themselves. If the energy touched him, it meant instant death. Every part that made up his body would be shredded.

But that was no problem. The family head might be a Sixth Ring vampire, but he wasn't even half as strong as James Harlow, former City Lord of Faewall.

"Is this it?" Ezra taunted, his voice low. "This is what you brought to challenge me? Disappointing."

The Clementine head snarled, his fangs bared. He lunged again, more recklessly this time, but Ezra caught him with an elbow to the temple. The older vampire stumbled back, blood dripping from a split brow.

"If I wasn't planning on enjoying this, that would've been the killing blow." Ezra said coldly.

The family's eyes widened. Then, rage twisted his face. "You think you're invincible." He spat.

Ezra smiled faintly, stepping closer. "No. I know I'm inevitable."

Ezra blurred forward, darkness blooming to life to form a gauntlet as he grabbed the patriarch by the throat.

The man struggled, flailing wildly as Ezra lifted him from the floor with casual force, his feet dangling. The darkness coiled around Ezra's arm, writhing like serpents hungry for blood as he traveled through the vampire's body, impeding his movements.

The vampire tried to activate his purple energy on his neck, but it only ate up Ezra's gauntlet with Ezra reinforcing it with more darkness.

"You plotted against my family, Clementine." Ezra growled. "There shall be no mercy."

The Clementine head struggled, snarling, releasing a wave of the purple energy. Ezra materialized a wall of darkness, letting the wave crash over it, unbothered. His grip tightened, as his darkness flowed into the vampire's chest.

Then, Ezra's hand blurred, sending the family head flying across the room. The body hit the far wall, cracking the stone.

Before the man could recover, Ezra was there, slamming his knee into the vampire's face. The vampire's head pulped.

His flesh bubbled as his regeneration kicked in, but Ezra didn't care. He snarled, his claws descending as he kept ripping through the vampire's flesh. Until finally, he speared through his heart, ripping it out.

The body of the head of House Clementine shuddered, before lying still. Quiet filled the study. The man was dead.

The silence didn't last.

Alarms blared to life around the estate, and members of the Clementine coven burst into the room, fangs bared and powers flaring. A dozen, maybe more, each of them trained, experienced, and furious.

Ezra welcomed them.

He moved like a shadow through fire, vanishing and reappearing from their view like a wraith.

One vampire lunged with a spear, and Ezra shattered it with his bare hand, driving his fist through the wielder's chest. Another tried to capture him in a net of blood-infused chains.

Ezra smirked as he reached out into the weave, his eyes burning as he lightly flicked a thread, redirecting the chains in mid-air and sent them recoiling into their caster.

The study became a war zone, and in two minutes, it was over.

Ezra stood in the wreckage, head tilted as he savored the feeling of satisfaction in his chest. Blood soaked the floor, with bodies lying twisted and broken in unnatural angles. He'd enjoyed this, and not a single enemy had escaped.

But he wasn't finished.

Closing his stinging eyes, he reached into the weave again. His fingers found the threads of the splinter group. Names, faces, locations woven into reality. He followed each one, his hunger growing.

Then, he tore.

Portals ripped open across the estate, each one linked to the homes and hideouts of the splinter group members.

Ezra stepped through the first, arriving in the middle of a vast vineyard. The traitor didn't even have time to scream before Ezra's darkness swallowed him whole.

One by one, he hunted them.

An estate in the nearby mountains. A study hidden under a bloodwine brewery. A remote manor deep in the forest. Wherever they hid, he found them. Wherever they fought, he crushed them.

They all knew. These weren't battles. They were executions.

The last of the portals closed behind him as he returned to the Clementine estate, which was now eerily silent.

He stood in the grand courtyard, darkness coiling around him like smoke. Then, without a word, he reached into the weave once more.

Ignite.

Flames erupted from the walls, racing across the estate with terrifying speed. The central mansion, one of the most expensive buildings in his territory, crackled and groaned as the fire consumed it. Smoke billowed into the sky as Ezra walked calmly down the main path.

He adjusted his still pristine suit as he walked to the helipad. The pilot stood frozen beside the helicopter, watching as the estate burned behind the prince.

Ezra didn't look back.

He stepped into the helicopter and sat, brushing ash from his coat. The pilot recovered quickly, entering the aircraft, shutting the door and lifting off.

As they rose into the air, Ezra watched the Clementine estate grow smaller beneath them, a flickering inferno lighting the night. The fire had veins of black running in it, as if the fire had an inner darkness.

He turned away, a dark grin on his face. This way, everyone will know.

The Prince of Darkness leaves no survivors.