My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Ezra stood on the roof of the tallest building in the city.

After the Forge trust incident, he had been awarded by the city and given time off to rest and recover.

He'd had his officers keep the news quiet of course. He didn't want to be that recognizable on sight by humans.

Although his work for the human police was a cover for being a peacekeeper and he could totally carry on with his work, he decided to actually take a small break.

But before he did, there was something he had to do.

His eyes roved around, taking in the beautiful sight of the city below him. The wind whipped through his hair, sending his jacket flapping.

This time, he wasn't going as a peacekeeper. No one had to know that he left the city.

The city lights below twinkled like stars as Ezra prepared himself for what he was about to do. He gathered his vitality and with a deep breath, disappeared in a flash of light.

He reappeared on another rooftop, stumbling at the massive loss of vitality. It wasn't that he hadn't ever lost that amount of vitality before but he hadn't lost that much in an instant before.

He steadied himself before straightening. He looked down at the new city below him. Find exclusive stories on мѵʟ

Littleville.

The city hadn't changed much since the time he'd been there and it wasn't likely to change anytime soon.

With its wide streets and tall gothic buildings, it was the Republic's center of learning.

Ezra and his wives had passed through the city on their way to Faewall from First City and had stopped to sightsee.

Teleporting from one city to the other was something most vampires wouldn't waste their vitality on, not just because of how costly it was but also because they didn't have ways to replenish it as easily as he did.

Just by being alive, his soul generated vitality without him having to do anything.

He stood on the rooftop, his eyes sweeping the view in search. There! That was the building that held what he was looking for.

With another, but this time shorter, teleport, he was there. The place where the Moore family trust was.

With use of his Aura and chameleon, he was inside and going through the records like he owned the place.

It didn't take him too long to trace the money. It was exactly like the man had said. The Moore family was being funded by Hyde. They were all his trust fund babies.

He'd been funding them for decades, even before the Death Wave. And the question was, why?

Why was Hyde funding them?

After an extensive search, Ezra knew he wouldn't be finding the answer in here. It was time to hit the city's old records room.

There had been a time when the world had been so optimistic about going full digital. They had been on the cusp of what was now referred to as the Metaverse Age.

All records had been digital and a lot of work had been handed to automated systems or intelligences. Life has been good.

Until the first successful hack. A particularly gifted hacker was able to hack into a chain system and steal as much money as he could, turning those systems against their owners.

When you could change everything with a few keystrokes, why wouldn't you take advantage of people's stupidity?

Till today, the hacker hadn't been caught. But with the rate of hacks that followed, that one successful heist, humanity knew that the Metaverse Age was over before it even started.

Civilization had gone back to the way it was and laws were passed. All records needed to be stored in hard drives with no access to the internet, along with necessary physical records.

It was time to visit those records.

Just like he'd done before, Ezra used his Aura and chameleon tattoo to gain access to the records.

It didn't take him too long to find what he was looking for.

Harry Moore.

A member of the Moore family that had gone missing, never to be found again. And a decade later, the Moore family had been set up with a trust fund.

They'd been able to build something for themselves, going on to become multimillionaires but Hyde hadn't stopped funding them.

Looking at the picture of Harry Moore in front of him, he could see it.

Hyde was Harry Moore.

He never forgot his human roots.

The Moore family had been his bloodline, and after becoming a vampire and adopting his new identity, he'd decided to take care of his family from the shadows and give them a better life. And he'd succeeded.

Ezra pieced it together slowly as he read between the lines of the old records.

Now, he could understand why Hyde had gone to great lengths to hide all this from the vampire world.

If any vampires, especially his enemies, discover the existence of the Moore family, they'll use them against him.

In Vampire Society, everyone knew human relatives were a vulnerability. Knowing he cared for them this much, if anyone had wanted to weaken or manipulate Hyde, all they had to do was threaten his human bloodline.

That was why he had hidden the money, why he had taken every precaution to protect them.

But something still didn't add up.

Why had the masked killer burnt the Forge Trust? To destroy the trail leading to the Moore family?

Or had they left that one man barely alive to lead him here?

Ezra shook his head. That was impossible. Doing that would mean they knew he was coming. Not just that, they also knew he'd jump into the fire.

He sat there, staring at the documents. He still didn't know the killer's motives. What were they after? Why had they killed Hyde, stolen Green and then burned down a building and massacred everyone inside?

It was still a mystery he'd have to solve but sooner or later, he'd get to the killer.