My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 128

Is This How It Feels To Be An Ant?
X drove the sleek, expensive hover car through the neon-lit streets of First City, weaving effortlessly through the bustling traffic. The destination was the T-Max building, a skyscraper that pierced the night sky, home to Itachi Yaiba, the City Lord.

In the backseat, Griffin fidgeted restlessly. X had seen him this nervous only once before and it was also before an appointment with the City Lord. Whatever the reason Griffin was nervous, X could feel the nervousness seeping into his bones too.

Griffin was attempting to whistle, his mechanical voice box emitting a series of erratic, high-pitched sounds that grated on X’s nerves. When the whistling attempts failed, Griffin switched to humming, producing a metallic, vibrating noise that was somehow even worse.

X clenched the steering wheel, his jaw tightening as he forced himself to remain silent. He couldn’t help but wonder how fast the sound waves would destroy his eardrums and how much longer he could endure the auditory torture.

The car’s interior was plush and luxurious, a stark contrast to the cold, industrial exterior of the city. The soft leather seats and ambient lighting did little to soothe X’s growing irritation. He glanced in the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Griffin’s concentration as he continued his futile attempts at producing a melodious tune.

X’s mind drifted to the purpose of their journey. Meeting with Itachi Yaiba was always a tense affair. The City Lord was known for his ruthlessness and sharp intellect.

Griffin had been summoned for reasons unknown, and the anticipation was gnawing at him. Whatever happened, he knew he would be the one whom Griffin would order to take care of it.

Would Griffin end up giving him another dangerous assignment? A reprimand? Or something even more dangerous? Honestly, he couldn’t think about anything more dangerous than a reprimand. Those were the closest he ever came to his short life ending prematurely.

As they neared the T-Max building, X took a deep breath, steeling himself for the encounter ahead. He hoped the journey’s end would bring relief from Griffin’s cacophony, but he knew that facing Itachi Yaiba might present an entirely new set of challenges. He still didn’t know which he prefered.

X parked the hover car in the dimly lit underground garage of the T-Max building. The low hum of the vehicle’s engine ceased, replaced by the echoing sounds of distant machinery and faint footsteps.

He stepped out, the soft thud of his boots against the concrete floor marking his movement. He walked around to the back, opening the door for Griffin. The count climbed out, releasing a theatrical groan as he stood. X discreetly rolled his eyes.

Without a word, X fell in step behind Griffin who led the way to the elevator. When they got to it, X stepped forward, his finger hovering for a moment before pressing the illuminated button. The doors slid open silently, and they stepped inside.

The elevator began its smooth ascent, the faint hum of its mechanics the only sound in the enclosed space. X stood stoically, staring straight ahead, while Griffin shifted restlessly beside him, his earlier attempts at whistling and humming now replaced by a tense silence.

The elevator dinged softly as it reached the top floor, the doors parting to reveal the entrance hall of Itachi Yaiba’s penthouse. The space had high ceilings which were adorned with intricate woodwork, while the walls were lined with dark, polished panels that gleamed under the soft, ambient lighting.

A vast, intricately woven rug covered the marble floor, its rich patterns adding warmth to the hall. On one side, a series of tall, narrow windows offered a breathtaking view of the cityscape, the lights of the city twinkling like distant stars. Opposite the windows stood a grand staircase with a wrought iron balustrade, spiraling gracefully up to the second floor.

Elegant sculptures and delicate bonsai trees were strategically placed throughout the hall, blending seamlessly with the minimalist decor.

X took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over him as he prepared to face Itachi Yaiba. The subtle scent of sandalwood tickled his nose and he gave a low chuckle. Was the scent meant to calm or unnerve?

As he and Griffin stood in the entrance hall, the air suddenly thickened, and a palpable tension gripped the room. The grand double doors at the far end of the hall swung open, and Itachi Yaiba, the City Lord, made his entrance. The sight of him was both mesmerizing and terrifying.

Itachi Yaiba was a vampire of formidable presence, exuding an aura that was almost physically oppressive. His eyes glowed a fierce, unearthly red, piercing through the dim lighting with an intensity that seemed to burn into one’s soul.

His skin was pale, almost translucent, contrasting sharply with the darkness of his attire. The most striking feature, however, was his hands. Both were dark, covered in shimmering scales that seemed to pulse with raw, unbridled power.

The weight of his aura hit X like a tidal wave. It was a force so intense that it drove him straight to his knees, the sheer pressure making it impossible to stand. His vision blurred, and he could feel his strength waning under the relentless force.

It was as if his lungs were locked in a vice grip, yet he was forced to breathe. Every breath was a struggle, each one feeling as if it might be his last. Beside him, Griffin remained standing, but his knees trembled violently, the strain evident in every joint and sinew.

Itachi’s gaze was cold and dismissive as it swept over X. “Still carrying your defective icon around, I see,” he said, his voice a chilling blend of silk and steel. The words were a casual dismissal, but the underlying contempt was unmistakable.

X gritted his teeth, fighting against the overwhelming pressure. He focused on cycling his vitality around his body, strengthening it. It was the only thing keeping him from being completely crushed by the City Lord’s aura.

The effort was immense, each second feeling like an eternity. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he channeled his energy, forcing his body to remain functional. The sensation was akin to having a mountain pressing down on him, unyielding and merciless. Despite his efforts, the edges of his vision darkened, and he could feel his consciousness slipping.

The meeting had not even started, and he was already close to the brink of death.

He knew he had to endure, had to survive this initial encounter if there was to be any hope of him leaving with his life. But with Itachi Yaiba’s aura bearing down on him, survival seemed a distant, almost impossible goal.

The City Lord turned his attention fully to Griffin, seemingly unconcerned with the torment he was inflicting. “Griffin.” The Lord tilted his head, the full weight of his Aura bearing down on Griffin like the hand of a mad god. “You’ve been a bad boy.”

X’s struggle continued in silence, a losing battle in the face of overwhelming power. The two vampires ignored him to converse. A thought floated to the forefront of his mind. Is this how it feels to be an ant?