My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 202

Chapter 202: The Necromancer
“Welcome, Necromancer.”

“It is my pleasure, my lady.” The Necromancer bowed grandly. “It is an honor to be in your presence.”

Natalia nodded. That was how it should be.

“And who… is your companion?” Natalia asked. She needed to verify what the peacekeeper was.

“This, my lady, is one of my left hands.”

The Necromancer swept his hand at the standing peacekeeper. “She is a resurrected helper of mine. I found her dead and decided to bring her back to serve me.”

Natalia kept her expression cool, knowing that the Necromancer was watching for any little twitch.

She studied the peacekeeper, noting her stiff posture. Her skin was as pale as what she was. A corpse. She stood, staring forward blankly like a robot waiting on instructions.

That was not what she wanted.

“And how is your so called left hand any better than an automaton?”

“Ha!” The Necromancer barked a laugh. “She only seems that way because I am choosing to conserve my vitality. I believe a demonstration will be required to convince you of my skills.”

Natalia leaned back in her throne in forced casual manner. “Carry on.”

The Necromancer nodded once, turning to the peacekeeper.

At once, she came alive. She stepped forward smoothly, bowing to Natalia. Her skin gained some color, bringing life into her.

“I greet you, my lady.” The peacekeeper smiled at Natalia, her eyes shining with amusement. “My name is Morgana. I am at your service.”

Morgana stood smoothly before stepping back. If not for the gaping hole in her chest, she could be mistaken for a live vampire.

This meant that the Necromancer had let the peacekeeper stand dormant on purpose. The hole had been left in place for her to see. For her to question and demand a demonstration.

He was clever.

The kind she detested.

She’d have to be careful around him.

“I see that the rumors of your skills was not without substance.”

“I am to please, my lady.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

It didn’t matter. She’d be getting what she wanted, one way or another. However, there was one thing to take care of first.

“I do wonder, Necromancer. How do I trust a man whose face I cannot identify?” Natalia leaned forward. “Shouldn’t I know whom I am dealing with?”

The Necromancer laughed loudly, the sound echoing in the room.

“Of course, my lady.” He answered. “How else would we build trust?”

He swept off the hood of his cloak, revealing an effeminate face that was more beautiful than handsome.

He had spiky white hair that leaned in every direction like a bomb had gone off in his hair. His red irises spinned slowly, almost hypnotically, in his eyes. His fangs was on full display, standing sharply in his mouth.

“Here I am, my lady.” He grinned. “The Necromancer.”

“So I see.” Natalia studied his face, committing it to memory.

There was no use of vitality on his face, which meant that this was his real face. Vampires could use their chameleons on other vampires but the vampires would be able to sense the use of vitality and know that they are being fooled.

Now, she knew she wasn’t being fooled.

“Let’s get down to business.” Natalia announced. “I want you to bring Griffin back to life and bind him to me.”

The Necromancer adopted a thoughtful expression. “I can do this, my lady but it would cost you.”

“Of course.” Natalia nodded. “Name your price.”

“I want Ezra Matten.”

Natalia stilled, every movement controlled for portraying maximum aggression.

“No.” She stated coldly, her eyes flashing.

There was silence as the Necromancer regarded her.

“I’m afraid, my lady, that this deal would not be possible otherwise.”

Natalia leaned forward, her Aura of fury descending upon the Necromancer.

“No.” Natalia spoke through gritted teeth. “Nothing… will stop me from tearing his heart out of his chest. You can’t have him. Choose something else.”

“Ah.” The Necromancer spoke in realization. “I see that we have a little misunderstanding. I’m not stopping you from having your revenge, my lady.”

He took a step forward, his grin never leaving his face.

“In fact, I’ll help you in your vengeance against Ezra Matten. All I ask for is his corpse.”

Natalia watched him with narrowed eyes but he kept smiling through the scrutiny. After a moment, she dropped her Aura, nodding slowly.

“Very well. Raise Griffin and help me kill Ezra. His body will be yours.”

The Necromancer swept into another grandiose bow. “Thank you, my lady. Your generosity knows no bounds.”

Natalia watched him, her expression stoic. The man was a detestable vampire but she would work with him.

She’d work with a thousand necromancers of it meant holding her beloved Griffin once again.

She stood from the throne, walking towards the Necromancer who stood, watching her carefully.

“Follow me.” She commanded. “We raise Griffin now.”

The Necromancer and the peacekeeper bowed as she passed them.

“It’ll be our honor.” They said in eerie synchronicity.

It took them a few minutes to get to the room deep underneath the Star Heights hotel. They entered the room, their footsteps echoing in the space.

The room was bare with only a stone slab in the middle. Laying on the slab as if sleeping was Griffin. He was dressed in a gold colored suit and his injuries were covered underneath it.

Standing beside him was one of his wives who was laying a hand on him, pumping vitality into him.

The vitality made sure his corpse was as fresh as when he had been killed. As a result, his skin still has color in it.

“Leave us.” Natalia commanded her sister-wife who bowed and left the room.

“Here.” Natalia motioned to Griffin. “Do your job.”

The Necromancer stepped forward, his robes swishing against the cold stone floor. His eyes were fixed up on Griffin’s serene face, studying the man who had claimed Natalia’s heart completely.

He smiled to himself. This man was his ticket to his goals.

With a reverent gesture, he reached into his cloak and drew a small knife carved completely from bone.

He turned to Natalia.

“I would require drinking a bit of my lord’s blood. Is that okay?”

Natalia paused for a moment before answering. “Do it.”

The Necromancer hid another smile as he cut into Griffin’s arm. Due to the fact that he had been preserved so thoroughly, his blood trickled slowly out of the wound.

The Necromancer leaned forward and drank a bit from the blood, savoring the taste before gulping it down.

He took a moment to circle it in his stomach before igniting it, assimilating Griffin’s signature.

He had what he needed. Time to work.

“My lady.” He turned to Natalia once again. “This part of the process will require both our efforts. My necromancy to wake him and your vitality to bind him.”

“Are you ready?”

Natalia nodded, her eyes never leaving Griffin’s still form. “Yes, I am.” She whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

The Necromancer placed a hand on Griffin’s chest, where his heart should have been, and closed his eyes.

The air in the room grew charged with vitality, the whole place vibrating with a power that seemed to pulse with the beating of the earth itself.

He grunted as his vitality left him in a sweeping torrent, rushing into Griffin. Griffin began glowing, his dark hair swaying as if caught in a slight breeze.

“Now, my lady,” the Necromancer spoke, the strain evident in his voice, “it’s time for your part.”

Stepping forward, Natalia placed her hands over the Necromancer’s, her fingers trembling slightly.

She closed her eyes, focusing her vitality into Griffin, feeling the energy flow out of her and into her beloved.

It was a sensation that felt like diving into an icy pool. Griffin’s body kept rejecting her vitality but the Necromancer guided it, making sure it seeped deep into his body.

Natalia watched intently and after a minute, Griffin’s body began to react.

His chest rose and fell slowly at first, then steadily, reinforcing the image that he had been asleep all along.

The Necromancer continued his work, directing the vitality.

Natalia felt as a connection began to build between her and Griffin.

She could feel every facet of his being. She knew how cold he was. How hot he felt. How he was feeling in his arms. Every single thing.

Tears began falling from her eyes as she watched him breathe.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Necromancer released his grip on Griffin, stepping away.

The awakening was complete.

Griffin’s eyes fluttered open, glowing faintly with an unnatural red light.

Natalia gasped as he blinked slowly, looking around in confusion. Then, his eyes landed on Natalia. A weak smile spread on his face.

“Natalia?” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

Tears kept flowing down Natalia’s face as she nodded, squeezing his hand. “Yes, it’s me, my love. You’re back.”

Griffin tried to sit up, his movements slow and uncertain.

The Necromancer stepped forward, assisting him. “Easy, my lord. You’ve been returned to the realm of the living, but you are bound to lady Natalia now. Her vitality sustains you.”

Griffin stared in confusion, his brain working on the words he heard before his eyes widened in understanding.

He turned to Natalia, a fond smile on his face. “I guess we truly are one now.” He said, his voice strengthening.

Natalia smiled through her tears, nodding. “Yes, we are, my love. Yes, we are.”