My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Victory Is Inevitable
Vladimir sat in his lounge, the scent of blooming orchids filling the room from the windows that opened to his grand garden.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of his very comfortable chair, his sharp eyes scanning the report that had just been delivered.

The news was both troubling and tantalizing. Solomon’s men were now watching the farmer’s market. That means, it had to be Ezra’s hiding place and it had finally drawn Solomon’s attention.

He stood, his towering frame casting a long shadow as he moved to the grand window. His thoughts spiraled with opportunity.

Solomon, despite his strength and cunning, was vulnerable. His obsession with Ezra Matten was weakening his position, spreading his resources too thin.

And now, the game was nearly at its end. The war that had raged in the shadows of First City was coming to its final phase.

He needed to act fast.

Vladimir turned from the window and summoned one of his men. “Call my Subjects. Tell them there’s a meeting in the war room within the hour.”

The vampire bowed and disappeared from the room, carrying out his orders immediately.

Vladimir took one last look at the garden outside, admiring the carefully cultivated flowers which bloomed in vivid colors. It was a fitting metaphor for his ambitions. He had nurtured his position in First City, watched as rivals rose and fell, and now, the time was right to reap the rewards.

Yes, he had overextended and blew his wealth on something he couldn’t control but everyone thought that made him weak.

It didn’t.

And they’ll pay for their assumptions.

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An hour later, Vladimir entered the war room. The long, rectangular table was surrounded by the head of the covens under his control. His right hand man stood at attention beside the doorway as Vladimir took his seat at the head of the table.

Everyone watched him in anticipation. While the war was being fought by others, they waited, knowing their time would come. Is it the time now?

Vladimir leaned forward in his chair, clasping his hands in front of him, his sharp gaze sweeping over the faces of his Subjects. Each one of them had a part to play, and the war for First City was nearly over. They all knew it.

“The time has come.” Vladimir began, his voice rumbling across the room. “The war is nearly over. Southside has fallen, along with all its leaders. No Yuri, no Ivo and no Armand. Westside has been hollowed out by the opportunists who stepped foot in it. The territories of First City are ripe for the taking… except for one. Centerfield.”

The mention of Centerfield sent ripples through the room. Solomon’s territory. The most fortified, the most impenetrable. His subjects glanced at each other, knowing full well what kind of challenge this was. Vladimir raised a hand, silencing any murmurs before they even began.

“Solomon,” he said, his lips curling into a dangerous smile, “has made the mistake of spreading himself too thin. His obsession with one vampire has left his defenses exposed, and he has lost sight of the larger picture. His attention is focused on somewhere else now, but he’s too blind to see the real threat. Us.”

The room was silent, everyone in attendance hanging on his words.

Vladimir continued. “It’s time to seize what’s left of First City. I plan to place you all in positions of power. Place you as head over Southside, Westside, and Centerfield. A piece to call your own. But before we can take what is ours, we must remove Solomon from the equation. He is the only obstacle that remains.”

The room was silent, with Vladimir’s Subjects exchanging glances, realizing that they were on the verge of something monumental. This has never happened before.

“Once Solomon is dealt with,” Vladimir said, leaning back slightly, his eyes gleaming with ambition, “First City will belong to us. We’ll rule in a way that none of these petty counts ever could. Our dominance will be unchallenged.”

Vladimir’s gaze hardened as he spoke the next words. “There will be no negotiations, no mercy. His fall will mark the end of this war and the dawn of a new era for First City.”

The room was filled with an undercurrent of excitement and tension as Vladimir’s words fueled their ambition. They all knew what was at stake.

The power vacuum that would follow Solomon’s demise would be theirs to fill. Southside, Westside, and Centerfield, divided among them, ruled under Vladimir’s command.

Vladimir would become the unofficial City Lord under the rule of the true City Lord, Itachi Yaiba.

“But be patient, Subjects.” Vladimir cautioned. “We will not move until the moment is right. Solomon’s focus is still on his pet vampire. Let him chase that ghost a little longer. When he finally gets a hold of him and lets his guard down, we’ll be there.”

He stood, signaling the end of the meeting. “Until then, be on standby. Keep your ears to the ground and your forces ready. When the time comes, we will claim what is ours.”

The Subjects rose from their seats, bowing their heads in acknowledgment of Vladimir’s orders. One by one, they filed out of the room, their minds already on the coming battle.

As the door closed behind the last of his subjects, Vladimir turned to face the window. His garden was spread out like a beautiful canvass below him, the color of the flowers arranged in a way to paint a beautiful meadow. He spoke offhandedly to his right hand man, who still stood by the door.

“Solomon is a powerful opponent, but his pride will be his downfall.”

The vampire nodded. “He won’t see it coming, my lord.”

Vladimir smirked, enjoying the view. “No, he won’t. And by the time he realizes what’s happening, it will be too late.”

His fingers tightened around the edge of the window frame as he stared out at the city beyond.

Soon, it would all be his. Southside, Westside, and Centerfield. The war had cost him time, resources, and patience, but the end was finally in sight. Solomon would crumble, and Vladimir would stand victorious.

First City would fall to him, and his name would be etched into its history as the one who rose above all the chaos and claimed it for his own.

Victory was inevitable. And it was within reach.