My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

"They barged into Earth like they owned the place, searching for me." The progenitor grinned.

"I destroyed them of course. I've had a thousand years to experiment and refine. I was much more powerful than I'd been when I left."

"However, I am now a much more mature man. I knew that those below me should not have to pay for my sins. So, I knew what I had to do."

"I would take the fight to my enemies and settle things once and for all." The progenitor stood, walking to the window taking up one wall. A window that had not been there before.

He crossed his arms behind his back, gazing at the view of a vast desert with a red sun shining over it.

"While I was gone, I needed someone to guard the door to the Abyss. And I chose Shadrach."

"I planned to make him as strong as possible, creating a grimoire filled with relics to make him protector of Earth." He sighed. "But those idiots murdered him. My grand plan, gone. Along with the completed parts of the grimoire. Just like that."

"I still had to leave but I had no one to act as guardian now." He turned to look at Ezra, his golden eyes pinning him to his chair. "So I hatched a plan."

"The guardian needed to be two things. First, he needed to be of my blood. Second, he needed to be a holder of one of my relics."

"So, I forged the key to the Abyss, cracked it in two and hid each half. One half was hidden in the blood of my human descendants. That way, it'll endure." He walked slowly and sat back in his chair. "The second half, I hid in the new relics I crafted."

"When the two become one, a new guardian is born." The progenitor grinned, leaning forward. "And you, Ezra Matten, are my new guardian."

Ezra sat back in… not shock. Something else.

He didn't know what he was feeling because deep down, he had expected this. He had pondered and wondered. Why was he special? Why was he different from the other vampires?

Why could he walk openly in the sun before he even got his first tattoo? Why did he have a soul bond?

"Your body has been undergoing the necessary changes and now, with your drink of the Ascension well, the process is complete." The progenitor continued. "Congratulations, Ezra Matten."

Ezra expelled a breath of air. "I…" He raised his head and met the eyes of the progenitor. "What does this mean for me?"

"It means you have to grow powerful, find the door of the abyss and open it before it all goes to hell." The progenitor stated in satisfaction.

"Open it?" Ezra frowned. "The door to the Abyss is closed?"

"Yes." The progenitor nodded. "If I had left the door open, who knows what could enter Earth. My enemies? The beings that stalk the Abyss? Or something much worse?"

"I fashioned a lock that can only be opened from the inside." The progenitor leaned forward. "Time is running out, Ezra Matten."

"What do you mean time is running out?"

"The door to the Abyss must be open. By closing it, I cut the world off from the roadway." The progenitor held Ezra's gaze, his golden eyes intense.

"If the door isn't opened in time, Earth will forever be cut off from the Abyss and would cease to exist along with all that was within it."

Ezra sat back in shock. "What?"

The dark room shook like it had been rocked by an earthquake. The window of the desert flickered and disappeared.

"Our time together ends here, Ezra Matten." The progenitor stood and Ezra followed suit.

"Grow strong." The progenitor stepped closer and placed a hand on Ezra's shoulder. "Find my throne. Claim it and open the door to the Abyss."

"How?" Ezra's brain was still stuck on the fact that he was a descendant of the progenitor. "How do I find your throne?"

"Why do you think the guardian had to be my kin?" The progenitor chuckled as another tremor passed through the room. "Our home is ingrained in your blood, Ezra. All you need to do is trust and follow your gut."

Ezra watched, having no idea what to say.

"Go, child." The progenitor gave him a gentle push and he sank backward into darkness. "Be complete."

Ezra woke up with a huge gasp. He staggered to his feet, his mind reeling.

He'd just obtained too much information.

He was a descendant.

He was a guardian.

He was the only hope of the entire world.

He cursed under his breath, feeling his soul. His vitality was now denser, feeling more liquid than gas.

He also felt an itch inside of him, like an urge to be somewhere else. He tentatively reached towards the feeling and drew back in shock.

"Holy shit!" He whispered. "I can teleport!"

He'd ascended two rings at once. He was now a fourth ringed vampire.

"Ezra?" Olivia's voice reached him.

His head snapped up to see Olivia and Gen rising from the floor. They had both collapsed like he had.

Olivia was looking at him and he reared back in shock.

"You eyes…" He whispered to her.

Her eyes were no longer their vivid red. Instead, it was a familiar gold.

Olivia's eyes widened as she caught sight of him. "Ezra! Your eyes!"

He frowned. What happened to his eyes? Her eyes were the more important matter here.

How did she have the same eyes as the progenitor?

There was a gasp and he turned to see Gen with a hand over her mouth.

Her eyes were also golden in color.

He sucked in a sharp breath. Does this mean…

He stumbled to the Ascension well, looking into the glowing blue liquid.

His reflection stared back at him with golden eyes.

He stared for a moment before slowly turning to see Olivia and Gen standing behind him.

He whispered in awe. "Be complete."

His transformation had slipped through the soul bond and affected his wives.

At the realization, something clicked inside him.

He reached out and white wings burst out of his back and a large battle axe materializing in his hand.

The ladies stared in shock.

"That's… that's my axe." Gen whispered.

Ezra stared at the axe in his hand and whispered.

"Be complete."