My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

"Bring Ezra Matten to me at once! I'll kill him myself."

Griffin roared.

"Yes, my love." Natalia answered at once, turning to leave. She shot a glance at X's position, her eyes sending a simple message.

'Guard him till I'm back.'

X almost scoffed. Guard him? He was the one who needed to be guarded from Griffin.

Griffin turned walking back to his throne, his steps heavy.

Lilith stood there, her head bowed.

Griffin sat, stewing in the silence.

Moments like these were the ones that brought X some much needed joy. He always enjoyed watching Griffin suffer.

He silently blesses the day he met Ezra Matten. The man was the key to breaking his chains. He could it deep in his bones.

"You..." Griffin finally spoke, his full attention on the peacekeeper in front of him.

X admired the lady's courage, not even flinching at the weight of his presence.

"Ezra came with a proposition for your captain, did he not?"

"Yes, my lord." Lilith answered.

"And did he mention the location of the well to her?"

X's focus sharpened at the question. Griffin must not be allowed to get to the well before Ezra did or all hope would be lost.

"No, my lord. He did not." Lilith answered.

Griffin was silent for a moment.

"And she has no idea where it could be?" Griffin asked, leaning forward.

"No, my lord. Ezra kept the information close to his chest."

Griffin's Aura descended upon the peacekeeper, almost sending her to her knees.

Griffin whispered harshly, his voice almost echoing in the throne room. "Think very carefully, peacekeeper. This is the last time I will ask this question. Does your captain know... where the Ascension well is?"

Lilith was quiet for a moment, thinking of her answer.

X knew what was going through her mind. He'd been in her position too many times not to.

As she stood there trying to figure out which answer would preserve her life? X checked his phone. He had a message. It was Ezra's reply.

He smirked as he read it.

Perfect.

This was the way things should be.

Lilith finally spoke, her words slow and halting. "No, my lord. My captain has no idea where the Ascension well is."

Yes! The perfect answer!

X almost burst into delighted laughter. Today was becoming better and better.

Griffin sat, staring hard at the peacekeeper. His grip on the arm of the throne tightened, sending cracks into the wood.

Eventually, he sighed, releasing his grip. "You may go."

The peacekeeper bowed and left, probably feeling relieved to be leaving with her life and waiting to be far away from Griffin to show signs of it.

The door closed with a loud thud, sealing X in with Griffin.

Griffin stood from his throne and began pacing. He always did that when he had a particular problem on his mind.

"X." Griffin stopped on the spot, speaking suddenly.

"Yes, my lord." X answered, stepping out of the shadows. What could Griffin want from him?

"Go now. Find out where the Ascension well is."

"My lord?" X asked, confused. If Griffin himself couldn't find it, how would he be able to find it?

"Even if Ezra didn't tell the peacekeeper where the well is, she would have tried finding it herself. I know the reputation of the peacekeepers. They have no reason to inform me of Ezra's proposition unless there was something they had to gain from it."

X stilled. Griffin didn't have to spell it out for him. He knew what it meant.

"The captain knows where the Ascension well is," Griffin growled, "but needs me to open the door for her."

He paused.

"A bold plan." He chuckled darkly. "Unfortunately, I refuse to be used."

He turned to X once more.

"Go among the peacekeepers. Find the Ascension well and report to me." He commanded.

"Yes, my lord." X bowed and teleported away.

The chains on his soul somehow grew heavier. He had no choice but to follow the other.

"Relax, X." He whispered to himself. "Just a little more time and it will all be over."

**********

Natalia teleported, her sister-wives accompanying her. They were on a mission on behalf of their husband.

They had to bring Ezra Matten home.

With the three women, which made a group of four fifth ring vampires, there was no way she would fail.

She had suspected Ezra ever since she discovered that he was preparing Olivia for ascension.

She should have eliminated him then but the limited number of male vampires available had stayed her hand.

The females could be replaced but a male? With Macmillan and Aaron dead, killing Ezra would reduce the number of covens under Griffin down to two.

This meant that most of their subjects would be relegated to drinking blood wine for a mere token of vitality. Something that would reduce the strength of their subjects in contrast to the other counts whose subjects readily got vitality from their coven leaders.

That would have been a weakness and in their world, weaknesses were a prelude of violence.

Her sister-wives stalked beside her as she stepped out of the room they'd teleported into.

That was one of the advantages of her brief stay here. She knew the terrain.

She led the way, moving through the silent house. Her ears strained, trying to pick up every sound within the house.

The house was eerily silent but that didn't mean a thing. Vampires were naturally quiet and without heartbeats, able to move without making a single sound.

She moved through the house, going from empty room to empty room.

She frowned. They should've heard something by now. She didn't like the picture the situation was painting.

She signaled, sending two of her sister-wives to check downstairs before making her way towards a location she knew Ezra was fond of.

His study.

When she got to the door of the study, she signaled the sister-wife with her and deployed her blackzone.

Whoever was inside wouldn't see the blackzone through the walls which would also prevent any sound from leaking out.

She exchanged a nod with her sister-wife and unleashed her Aura. The weight would prevent anyone from teleporting away.

She burst into the room, kicking down the door to see a fat load of nothing.

There was no one in the room.

Instead, a dark arrow was embedded on the surface of the desk, pinning a note to it.

She walked closer, reading the note.

Her hand shot out and snapped the arrow in rage.

She turned and left, leaving the note behind.

It read:

'Better luck next time, Natalia.'