My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 293

Chapter 293: We’re Heading To Southside
The Necromancer paced in the dark chamber he called home. He’d tried decorating the place with anything that looked like it could be some old relic but then, he remembered that he won’t really be having a lot of visitors, so, what was the point?

But right now, his mind wasn’t on the interior decorations but on the public manhunt for Ezra Matten had taken the city by storm. With the way things were going, it was only a matter of time before Solomon’s wide-reaching influence would corner Ezra.

The Necromancer knew he couldn’t afford to let that happen. He needed time and space to find Ezra for himself, and if the whole city was looking for him, his own search would be hampered.

No, the manhunt had to end.

His lips twisted into a cruel smile as an idea began to form.

“Z.” He called softly, and in an instant, his trusted minion appeared from the shadows, ever obedient and silent in his bird mask. “Prepare the table. We need a body. Someone with Ezra’s build.”

Z bowed slightly and teleported away, leaving the Necromancer to his thoughts. He already had the plan in mind. One he had used before in… similar circumstances.

He knew Solomon had to be mounting pressure on the law enforcement and feeding money to the media to blow this up but all he needed right now, was a body that could serve as a decoy. The city’s authorities were grasping for anything. A public confrontation, a dramatic death, and suddenly Ezra Matten would be no more.

It was the perfect plan.

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Several hours later, Z returned, dragging a sedated man behind him. The man had a similar build to Ezra. Strong, lean, with similar bone structure. Perfect.

“Good.” the Necromancer said, waving his hand dismissively. Z left without a word, leaving the body at the Necromancer’s feet. The Necromancer knelt beside the man and traced his fingers over his forehead, feeling the blood flowing and the vitality thrumming beneath his skin.

With one swift motion, the Necromancer slit the man’s throat, gulping down the blood greedily before it could drop to the floor. After draining the man, he licked his lips, staring at the dead body.

He couldn’t understand why the Council wouldn’t allow human blood to be drunk. It was the blood with the highest vitality in existence.

He wiped his mouth, removing his bone dagger from his robes. It didn’t take long for him to turn the man into a minion and heal his throat.

Now, it was time for the last step.

Rainbow colored light poured off the Necromancer to coil around the minion. The minion twitched once, then twice, and slowly, the man’s skin began to change. His face, previously ordinary, began to contort and shift. The jawline sharpened, the nose straightened, and his hair darkened into the familiar shade of Ezra’s.

The Necromancer watched with satisfaction as the transformation completed. He’d used his chameleon tattoo and now, his minion had become an exact replica of Ezra Matten.

“Time to make you famous, Ezra Matten.” The Necromancer chuckled as the man stood, his eyes dull and lifeless. He poured the required vitality into the man to restore his higher functions. The man immediately went down to his knees. “I am ready to serve, my lord.”

“Rise.” The Necromancer said grandly. He smirked to himself as he began speaking. “You have a task. You will go into the city. You will find the police. And you will make a scene. Resist. Fight back. Make them kill you.”

The false Ezra nodded, his face expressionless.

“Go.” the Necromancer commanded.

The imposter Ezra rose to his feet, moving gracefully. He immediately left the chamber, moving to carry out his given task.

The Necromancer watched him go, his smile growing wider. Once the city believed Ezra was dead, Solomon wouldn’t have the world’s eyes to help him in his search. The Necromancer would have the time and space he needed to slip into Southside unnoticed and find Ezra himself.

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The next morning, the cops were performing their duties, searching and performing road checks when their radios buzzed. A man matching Ezra Matten’s description was currently armed, holding someone hostage in the middle of the street.

They rushed into their cars and peeled off to get to him. By the time they got there, someone was already bleeding out on the ground. The officers surrounded him, some hiding behind their cars.

“Stand down!” One of the officers shouted, all of them pointing their guns to Ezra. He held a hostage in front of him, his gun pointed at the innocent woman.

“Get back! Get back or I’ll shoot!” Ezra snarled at them.

Behind it all, the authorities were trying to keep the civilians back and stop those who were filming. So far, they were getting mixed results.

“I won’t go with you!” Ezra yelled. “You’ll never take me!”

“Put your hands up, Ezra Matten! Stand Down!” The officer barked again, but this time, Ezra tossed his hostage aside, swinging the gun wildly at one of the officers.

In the chaos that followed, the officers fired. Bullets tore through Ezra’s chest, and he collapsed to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. The police quickly surrounded the body, confirming what they feared. Ezra Matten was dead.

Within minutes, the news had spread like wildfire. Television broadcasts, online articles, and social media were flooded with the reports.

“Breaking News: Ezra Matten, Former CEO of Ascendant Capital, Killed in Police Confrontation!”

Photos of the crime scene were plastered everywhere, and the city buzzed with the shocking incident.

In light of Ezra’s death, the city’s authorities called off the manhunt, and all legal searches for him were stopped. Bounty hunters, private investigators, and even Solomon’s informants were left with nothing more to go on.

Ezra Matten was dead. At least, that’s what the city believed.

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The Necromancer’s boots echoed on the floor as he slowly climbed the stairs. When he got to the top, he pushed open the door, stepping outside for the first time in some time.

He closed his eyes, stretched his hands away from him and took a deep breath. His lips curled into a smirk.

“Now with the world off his scent,” he murmured to himself as he opened his eyes, “it’s my turn to hunt.”

He turned toward Z, who stood quietly behind him.

“Prepare.” The Necromancer ordered. “We’re heading to Southside.”