My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

The sun poured gold across the marble balustrades of the Matten estate's eastern balcony, where laughter rang out like wind chimes in the breeze.

It was a bright day in Blue Moor, a soft spring wind rustling through the air, fluttering the sheer curtains of the arched doorway behind them.

Ezra sat comfortably, wine glass in hand, his boots propped against the edge of the table. Olivia leaned back beside him, graceful as ever, one hand draped across his arm while her other cradled a delicate tea cup. Red, arms folded, leaned against the pillar closest to them, her lips twitching in an uncharacteristic smile.

But it was Gen who held center stage.

She twirled barefoot in the sun, arms wide, red hair flaring as she spun once, then collapsed onto the lounge seat with a dramatic sigh.

"I missed everything." She announced. "The wind, the taste of food, the feel of water over skin. Did you know cold water is amazing? It's like being stabbed in the best way possible."

Red chuckled. "You always did have strange standards for enjoyment."

Gen pointed a mock-accusing finger. "You're just jealous because I have a second chance at being fabulous."

"Maybe." Red said with a smirk. "But I'm still not drinking ice water and calling it holy."

They laughed together, the atmosphere light, filled with genuine warmth and rare peace. For a time, the past seemed far behind them. Now, they could enjoy the peace they'd fought hard to get.

The journey that started in First City. With a dying man in an alley. And now, here they were.

Ezra smiled, watching Gen tuck her legs beneath her. "I'm glad you're back."

Gen glanced at him, her crimson eyes softer than he remembered. "I'm glad you didn't give up on me."

"I never do." He said quietly. "Not on the people I love."

A pause followed. Then Gen grinned. "Since you brought me back from the dead, no big deal, just wizard-god stuff, maybe you'll pull off another miracle."

"Oh?" Ezra arched a brow.

She turned to Olivia, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe you'll make this one a mother and fulfill her lifelong dream to have children."

Ezra blinked. Olivia choked slightly on her tea.

Red coughed.

Gen beamed. "What? You didn't think we all knew how much you wanted to be a mother? That's not a bad thing, Olivia."

Olivia raised a brow, cheeks faintly pink. "Of course, it's not a bad thing."

Ezra laughed, relaxing back. "If you're asking whether I'll try... I'll try. I won't say no to trying to put a baby in one of my hot wives."

Gen elbowed Red lightly. "And what about you? Got a secret wish tucked behind all that brooding?"

Red looked away for a long moment, pretending to watch the clouds.

"I wouldn't mind it." She said at last. "Having something to protect... someone who needs me. Not just because I'm strong. But because they're mine."

Ezra's smile flickered for just a second. Something about this conversation was just not… tight. The words they were saying felt strange, too easy. A dull ache stirred in the back of his skull.

A heartbeat of confusion.

A flicker of something missing.

"Ezra?" Olivia nudged him. "You okay?"

He blinked, the feeling slipping away like mist through his fingers. "Yeah. Just... tired. It's been a long month."

"Well," Gen said, reclining again, "what's next for our prodigal prince? You've got the Progenitor's blessing, a ghost-wife turned alive, and all the potential you could possibly need. Gonna retire?"

Ezra chuckled, though the earlier discomfort still simmered in his chest like a phantom itch.

"Retirement? What do you mean?" He chuckled. "I'm going to figure out how to ascend directly to the Ninth Ring."

Red tilted her head. "That even possible?"

"I think so." He replied. "With the weave and the ambient vitality—the meat—I might be able to ascend all Rings at once."

Gen hummed thoughtfully. "Big words for a man still wearing yesterday's boots."

"Comfort is eternal." Ezra smirked, rising from his seat.

He brushed a kiss across Olivia's cheek, another to Gen's forehead, and gave Red a nod.

"Enjoy the sun." He said. "I've got a few things to check in the weave room."

They watched him go, and for a moment, all remained still.

But something was already unraveling.

**********

The weave room welcomed him like an old friend.

The air was cooler here, denser. Threads of light danced across the ceiling in constellations only he could see. Ezra stood at the heart of it all, his fingers gliding through strands of reality.

Routine first.

He checked the perimeter of Blue Moor. Stable.

The trade routes. Intact.

His Overseers, Raphael, Aurelio, and Kieran, still connected, still… focused. They weren't exactly loyal to him, but they knew their job. And they were good at it.

He exhaled, studying the weave intently. Something was wrong somewhere. He just didn't know where.

Then, there was a tremor through the weave.

A slight bloom in one of the deeper threads.

Ezra narrowed his eyes, fingers brushing across it.

And everything changed.

A flood of awareness slammed into him. The world tipped sideways.

He staggered.

Gasps caught in his throat.

Memories poured in. Hidden ones.

A nursery.

An empty cradle.

The cry of a baby, hidden by the blood of a vampire.

Aurora.

Aurora was gone.

His hands shook.

A scream built in his chest but never escaped. He fell to his knees in the center of the chamber, his fingers clawing at the thread that bloomed open like a wound.

Nihil.

He saw it now.

Akiko's relic. The one that hides.

She used it. On him.

She stole his daughter.

She erased the memory from his mind and from the weave.

Until now.

Ezra's hands curled into fists. His breath came ragged. He felt violated, not just as a father, but as a creature of the weave, the only being who should never be blind.

He stood, slowly.

Power crackled down his spine, warping the lines of reality around him. His Aura flared, melting the air into gold and shadow.

His voice was a whisper.

"She touched what's mine."

And now, the world would burn for it.