My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 126

It Is… Inevitable
Ezra walked to the valet stand with a satisfied smile, the weight of his bold declaration still buzzing in his mind. The valet quickly retrieved his car, handing him the keys with a polite nod. Ezra tipped him generously before sliding into the driver’s seat, the leather cool against his back.

As he drove through the city, the neon lights and bustling streets seemed to pulse with a newfound energy. His mood was buoyant, a stark contrast to the tension of earlier.

The encounter with Delilah had gone better than he had hoped. He reveled in the knowledge that the first shots of their war had been fired and that he had the upper hand.

The cityscape blurred past him, a symphony of lights and shadows, and for the first time in weeks, Ezra felt a deep sense of control and satisfaction. Tonight had been a victory.

As Ezra drove through the city, his phone rang, the caller ID displaying an unknown number. Curious and slightly wary, he answered.

“Hello?”

A curt voice on the other end immediately rattled off a location. “Rooftop of Ascendant Capital. Be there in thirty minutes.”

Ezra recognized the voice instantly. It was X. “Ha! Finally have something concrete to tell me?” He teased.

“Fuck it, Ezra!” X snarled. “What have you done?”

“The only thing I could, you idiot.” Ezra snarled back into the phone. “If you weren’t so focused on being cryptic, maybe, just maybe, I’ll understand what exactly is at stake.”

“Just… just be here.” X sighed, tiredly.

“I will.” Ezra replied. He and X were not friends but he knew X’s motives weren’t so straightfoward. The man had a stake in this game that aligned with supporting Ezra. That much, Ezra knew.

The call ended abruptly. Ezra’s mind raced as he adjusted his route, heading towards the Ascendant Capital building. The rooftop was an unusual meeting spot, chosen perhaps for its isolation and the sweeping view of the city.

Ezra navigated the city streets, his mind focused on the unexpected meeting. The towering silhouette of Ascendant Capital loomed ahead, its sleek glass facade reflecting the city lights. He pulled into the underground parking garage, the familiar hum of security gates opening before him.

Parking his car, he moved quickly to the private elevator, using his keycard to access the top floor. The elevator ascended smoothly, each floor passing in a blur. As the doors slid open, he stepped into the hushed, dimly lit hallway of his company’s executive level.

He made his way to the stairwell leading to the rooftop, the echo of his footsteps the only sound. Pushing open the heavy door, he was greeted by a rush of cool night air and the panoramic view of the city skyline.

Ezra walked to the center of the rooftop, his eyes scanning the shadows for X. The city lights casted a shimmering glow around him.

The night was still, the silence broken only by the distant sounds of traffic below. He sensed rather than heard the approach of X, his presence marked by an almost palpable intensity.

“Why?” The single word, heavy with accusation, came from behind him.

Ezra turned around to see X emerging from the shadows, striding towards him with a purposeful gait. The blank metal mask he wore seemed to contort with anger and frustration, an impressive feat for a face devoid of features. X wore a dark coat over his red hoodie.

“Why would you agree to Griffin’s request?” X demanded, his voice sharp and edged with barely contained fury.

“It wasn’t a request, and you know it.” Ezra shot back hotly. “Griffin made it clear there was no choice in the matter.”

X stopped a few feet from Ezra, his posture radiating tension. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?” he asked, his tone dropping to a menacing whisper.

Ezra’s eyes narrowed, his own frustration bubbling to the surface. “What are you talking about this time? Speak plainly, you idiot!”

“You’ve given Griffin the excuse he needed to enter Southside without facing severe repercussions,” X explained, his voice rising. “Your compliance has helped him. The City Lord will not interfere. He now sees this as a green light to expand his operations unchecked!”

A cold dread settled in Ezra’s stomach. He had anticipated fallout, but not on this scale. “I didn’t have a choice,” he reiterated, though his voice lacked its previous conviction.

“With your actions, war is now inevitable,” X said, his voice carrying the weight of a grim prophecy. “Griffin will use this as a stepping stone to consolidate his power. Southside will become a battlefield, and the Silent Hand will be forced to respond. Not just the Silent Hand. The new count too. And guess who’ll be caught in the middle?”

Ezra clenched his fists, anger mixing with regret. “And what was I supposed to do? Refuse and let him tear down everything I hold?”

X’s masked face tilted slightly, as if considering. “You could have sought alternatives. Allies. Anything but capitulation. Now, we’re all dragged into this conflict because of your decision.”

The wind picked up, rustling the edges of X’s coat as he stared at Ezra. “You’ve set events in motion that cannot be undone. The streets will run black with the consequences of your choice. Vampire blood will paint the doors of every home.”

Ezra’s mind raced, the full implications of X’s words sinking in. He met X’s gaze, determination hardening his resolve. “Then we’ll face it head-on. If war is inevitable, we’ll have no choice but to fight.”

X nodded slowly, the anger in his stance giving way to reluctant acceptance. “Prepare yourself, Ezra. This is only the beginning.”

X gave a final, solemn nod before stepping back into the shadows. With a sudden flash of light, he vanished, leaving Ezra alone on the rooftop. The faint echo of X’s departure faded, replaced by the quiet hum of the city below.

Ezra stood motionless, the weight of their conversation settling heavily on his shoulders. He looked out over the cityscape, the glittering lights a deceptive mask for the chaos brewing beneath.

The magnitude of the impending war loomed large in his mind. He had set events in motion that could not be undone, but now he had to face the consequences head-on.