My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 296

Chapter 296: Prince Of Darkness
Ezra stepped into the underground tunnels of the farmer’s market, his boots making quiet thuds against the stone floor.

The usual hum of activity that was associated with the auctions was gone, replaced by an eerie silence. No one was in the facility, not even Elliot and the workers.

His senses were on high alert, his muscles coiled like a spring. His mind raced with the possibilities, but one thing was clear.

This was it.

The trap had been set. He just had to wait for the prey to walk into it.

He strolled into the main hall, where the real action always took place. Olivia, Gen and Red were hiding within the room, waiting and watching in the places they had prepared against vampire detection. But he was prepared to fight alone.

He circled his vitality through his body, feeling the bonds that connected him to his wives. He could feel their tattoos close by, especially the mirror tattoo that he would be relying on tonight. He knew he’d need every ounce of strength for what was about to come.

The only reason he was prepared for the blow was because he was expecting something of the sort.

The Necromancer appeared out of nowhere, his hand moving faster than a normal eye could track, claws reaching towards Ezra’s heart. Ezra reacted in an instant and the moment the attack landed, there was a muffled flash of golden light from Ezra’s skin, absorbing the blow and reflecting it back.

The Necromancer snarled in surprise as his own attack sent him staggering backward, dark blood dripping from his shredded hand. There was a moment of shocked silence, both men staring at the shredded arm.

Even in that second, the Necromancer’s black zone finished forming, trapping the both of them inside together with his minions putting up a fight to stop his wives from interfering.

The moment of shock passed and the Necromancer’s arm began regenerating. He began a slow, mocking clap even with the regenerating hand, sending drops of blood flying. “I’m impressed. You’ve been busy since we fought.”

“Of course.” Ezra answered with a smirk. “I’d be stupid not to prepare myself for this.”

“That’s true.” The Necromancer laughed, his cloak swaying at the action. “But I’m curious. Did you really think you could hide from me here?” He said, his voice thick with amusement. “I must admit, you made it fun. But here we are, Ezra Matten, at the end of your little charade.”

“Don’t you think that’s my line?” Ezra asked. “After all, this is your charade.”

“What?” The Necromancer asked in confusion.

“We both know my slush fund is not with you.” Ezra watched carefully as the Necromancer blinked at his words. “It’s with Helena isn’t it?”

The Necromancer said nothing for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. “Here I was, thinking I was the only smart one.” He said between wheezes. “But don’t worry. You won’t be needing it after you’re dead.”

“Alright.” Ezra materialized his sword, wreathing the blade in darkness. “You’ve been chasing me for too long. It’s about time I put an end to this.”

“Yes.” The Necromancer unclasped his cloak, letting it fall to the floor and raised both hands. “Let’s put an end to this.”

That was when the weight descended. Ezra crashed to his knees, his eyes widening in realization. The Necromancer had added his bones to his black zone, creating his own personal fighting cage.

Ezra deployed his aura, burning through his sea of vitality as fast as he could. That was the only thing that allowed him to move, dodging the Necromancer’s first blow. As he stumbled backward, the Necromancer pressed his advantage. Ezra batted away the first blow, dodged the second and stumbled in shock as his mirror flickered, allowing the Necromancer to score a hit.

He yelled, spikes of darkness bursting out of his body and sending the Necromancer back.

The Necromancer laughed madly! “You see my power, Ezra Matten? You see it?!”

Ezra wreathed his body in darkness, solidifying it with his vitality. He pushed Aura into the armor, projecting defiance and resilience, until it supported him under the weight of the black zone. He wasn’t as fast as he usually was but he knew it would be enough for this fight.

He couldn’t use all the tattoos he had access to under this force. He had to make sure he could move before he could do anything else. His stores of vitality would suffer for it but he had to win.

“Shut up and fight.” Ezra snarled, charging the man. With a last chuckle, the necromancer obliged.

The two vampires collided in the middle, the shockwave from the blow sending cracks through the stone floor. Ezra’s darkness stabbed into the floor, preventing him from being blown away and the Necromancer’s bones formed, doing the same.

Both of them surged back up, blood dripping from their bodies. Ezra swung his sword, breaking through the bones the Necromancer had raised up to protect himself. The bones shattered to reveal the Necromancer’s claws reaching from below.

Ezra skipped backward and the Necromancer turned the motion into a throw, sending a jagged spear of bone at him.

Ezra was able to call up his mirror at the last second, his armor faltering in that moment. The spear hit him in his crossed arms, shattering against the muted flash of golden light. The mirror was weak, allowing the force of the throw to send hin crashing into the bone supported wall of the black zone.

The bones bit into his back, sending blood spraying in the air. Ezra landed on his feet and charged at the Necromancer, reforming his armor as he went.

The Necromancer laughed as he rushed in. “You’re nothing but a pest, prince of darkness!” the Necromancer called out. “When I turn you into my minion, you’ll serve me for eternity.”

Ezra didn’t allow the reveal of his status as a prince to faze him. At this moment in time, it didn’t matter.

“Raaaarrrgghhh!” He yelled as he charged in, broke through the barrier of bones to face the man. The Necromancer slashed at his heart and Ezra leaned to the side, allowing the claws to rake across his arm, drawing blood. He grabbed the hand and yanked, sending a vicious knee to the Necromancer’s stomach.

As the man coughed from the pain, Ezra ripped the arm off, sending the Necromancer off balance. Bones erupted to stop him but he broke through them, relying on his armor. Red chains erupted from his arms, snaking around the Necromancer and pulling him to the ground.

Ezra tore off the other hand and grabbed his head. Deep darkness poured off his arm to cover the head. The Necromancer screamed, feeling his tattoo being torn off his soul. Ezra’s eyes turned golden as he watched it all, his eyes cold.

The tattoo snaked up his arm, a jellyfish made of bones. The Necromancer screamed until his soul broke, destroyed from the pressure. His body began to disintegrate, turning into ash. A few seconds later, he was gone. His black zone dissipated to reveal Olivia, Gen and Red waiting for him.

“Ezra!” Red cried out, the women rushing to meet him.

He let his eyes turn back to his usual red, feeling the tattoo settle on his back as he turned to his wives. “Now I can raise the dead.” He said, smiling at them. He’d taken the Necromancer’s minion creating tattoo.

That was when a cold voice cut through the air.

“Well, well, well.” Solomon’s voice echoed through the tunnels as he stepped into view. “Look what we have here.”