My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

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No matter how much he tried, Ezra could not forget the sight he'd seen.

The oily darkness of the abyss, whispering into his mind, searing itself into his eyes, wrapping around Connell and dragging her with it.

And Connell's peaceful smile had probably been meant to soothe him but it had given the opposite effect. It had been eerie, the way she'd given in to a force that should have her screaming and kicking.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to banish the sight from his mind but in the absence of sight, the memory shined brighter.

"Fuck." Ezra whispered to himself. It is generally seen as bad to speak ill of the dead but he knew she deserved it. "Fuck you, Connell."

She'd given a memory he'd gladly pay to get rid of. A memory he was sure even a tattoo couldn't wipe away. That was the power of the abyss.

The event had made him wonder. How is the abyss reaching into the world if it had been sealed away? Isn't it because of the disconnect that the Cutting Off would happen?

He'd been puzzled until he found the answer, feeling like smacking his head from his stupidity. The abyss hadn't been reaching out linearly. It had been searching through time.

This had been the devouring abyss. The one responsible for the Cutting Off.

If there was any good to come out of all these, it was the fact that he now knew what was at stake. The Cutting Off should never be allowed to happen.

And that was what fueled him as he drove down to the Faewall city museum. He parked his car, moving straight inside.

He wasted no time moving between exhibits. As he moved, everything about him morphed minutely, until he was unrecognizable. He weaved through the visitors, passing by the exhibit he needed.

His hand snapped out, faster than any human could see and in a way that was protected from the cameras by his body, swapping out the key on display with a fake.

Just like Lana had said, this portion of the protective glass was an illusion.

He didn't break his stride, continuing on his way to the other side of the hall. He exited there with the key in his pocket, taking the long way around back to his car.

Inside it, he examined the key. It was a bit oversized and coated in vitality, which preserved the illusion coated over it. It had all the signs of the wear and tear of an antique key.

He coated the key with his own vitality and with a twist, snapped it. The key broke, the vitality contained within fizzling out. The key morphed between his eyes, one end solidifying into a scrap of iron and the other end solidifying into a smaller key.

A key for a safe deposit box.

It was time to go to the bank.

Ezra started his car and zoomed off, going to the second and final location of the day.

He parked at the closest space he could find, striding into the bank. With the urging of his Aura, everything proceeded smoothly until he was standing in front of the box.

This was it. The answer to the question that had plagued him. Why was Gen fighting so hard? Who was Nicodemus? How was Hyde connected to all this and what made him the first victim?

He opened the box and saw it sitting there innocently. To the eyes of an ordinary human, it was just a jewel but to Ezra, the jewel radiated vitality. It had enough vitality to power his tattoos for a short battle to the death.

It looked exactly as Lana had described. A large, round diamond sitting on a golden brooch. The memory cache.

He took a deep breath to prepare himself, wishing he still had the Mirror tattoo to repel any possible attacks and feeling a pang inside him at Gen's absence before touching the cache and getting dragged in.

Ezra blinked as his perspective changed. He was already used to situations like this since his time of dreaming of the progenitor and Shadrach.

He was in the body of a male vampire who was striding down a hallway. This meant this wasn't Lana's memory. It was someone else's.

Whoever he was, his footsteps were quiet, as if he didn't want to be heard. The closer he walked to the door at the far end of the hall, the clearer the voices he could hear were.

"Why? Why did you fight him? Fuck! Didn't we say we'll do it together?" A voice he recognized as Anya's snarled. What's got the Arbiter so riled up?

"I couldn't stop it." Ezra heard James say. "It's- It's the force. The pull."

The body Ezra was inside crept closer until he could see inside the room through a slit in the door.

Anya looked as amazing as always while James looked like he'd been in a fight where he'd lost. His body was covered in dried and crusted black blood while his clothes were torn.

At the sight of the third occupant in the room, the watching man reared back in shock.

It was a handsome man who somehow looked even worse than James but unlike James, this man was unconscious and displaying all the visible signs of low vitality. Even more interesting was the fact that he was bound in golden chains that glowed even in the light of the room.

"I couldn't control it, Anya. If I had known that he was a member of the Daydream court and not Nightmare, I would've not approached him after claiming this relic."

"Shit." Anya swore. "Why did we get the sixth page of the Book of Nightmares? Why is Faewall the city at the tip of the progenitor's tongue? What do we do now? How do we hide this from the council?" She turned to look at the bound man.

"I don't know." James began pacing. "I thought Nicodemus was just resilient but as it turns out, his relic grants him true immortality. He cannot die even if his vitality is exhausted or I rip his heart out. I'm sure there's a way to kill him but I'm not willing to wait to find out."

"How about we ask the rat behind the door?" Anya asked.

Before the man even had time to realize what was going on, both vampires were on him.

"Spare me! Spare me, my lord! My lady! I can help!" The man cried out in fear.

"Hyde." Anya said coldly, looking down at Hyde. "Speak."

"I can help you make all this go away." Hyde said.

"She said speak!" James snapped. "Stop wasting our time."

"I- I can be your witness!" Hyde stuttered, trying to get the words out as fast as he could. "Ginevra will come looking for Nicodemus. If she can't find him, she'll go to the council, so why not eliminate the whole coven in a way that the council will be satisfied with?"

"What do you mean?" Anya asked thoughtfully.

"Frame them as Veilbreakers." Hyde whispered. "I'll be the witness and if the whole coven is killed, you can hide away Nicodemus forever and no one will ever know about today."

"Hmm." James hummed to himself. "I heard Ginevra has a younger sister. Genesis? What about her?"

"Let Genesis go." Hyde said. "She's clueless. She'll be the innocent one that'll prove that this was not an attack on the Nicodemus coven but a punishment for their crimes of breaking the laws of secrecy."

"I like this idea of yours." James nodded. "Let's do it."

Ezra watched, sickened as they discussed their plans. This was what had happened. Gen had to be the Genesis they were talking about and this would mean…

He blinked. This was all about revenge for Genesis!

His eyes drifted to Nicodemus. If he was immortal… His mind went to one of Connell's words when he'd confronted her in the peacekeeper cells.

"You fought alongside your… brother-in-law for so long the princes of both Courts had to join the battle."

This meant… there was a battle coming.