My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Gen moved with fierce energy, her battle axe swinging in deadly arcs as she cut through the opposition. Malachi\'s wives were formidable opponents, but she fought with the determination of someone who had everything to lose.

Amid the chaos, Gen spotted a vampire fleeing toward the warehouse. Her instincts kicked in, and she gave chase, her boots pounding against the concrete floor. The vampire darted in through a side door, and Gen followed, a grin spreading on her face. She emerged into the warehouse, the space echoing with the sound of both her and the vampire\'s footsteps.

Just as she was about to close in on the fleeing vampire, a blur of movement to her right caught her attention. She turned, just in time to see Sarah barreling towards her, a sword wreathed in flames gripped tightly in her hand.

CLANG!

Gen batted the sword aside with her axe and rolled away. "Where the hell did you come from?" She rolled to her feet as Sarah deployed her black zone, sealing them in together. "Malachi didn\'t take you along? Figures."

"Shut up." Sarah snarled, her form clad in armor. She didn\'t have the helmet on and her red hair streamed behind her.

Gen knew the situation. Sarah was better than her in combat. That didn\'t mean she couldn\'t win. She just had to play her cards right. This, after all, wasn\'t her first rodeo.

The two combatants circled each other, each looking for an opening. Gen could feel the heat from Sarah\'s sword, the flames flickering dangerously close. She tightened her grip on her axe, preparing for the next strike.

"Running won\'t save you, Gen," Sarah taunted, her voice laced with a mix of arrogance and anger. "I don\'t know what that husband of yours pulled but it won\'t save you today. You\'re alone here with me. No escape."

Gen\'s eyes narrowed. "I wasn\'t planning on running."

Sarah smirked, the firelight from her sword casting eerie shadows across her face. "Good. I prefer it this way."

With a roar, Sarah lunged forward, her fiery sword slicing through the air. Gen met her advance head-on, her axe deflecting the blow with a shower of sparks. The force of the impact reverberated through her arms, but she stood her ground, her gaze locked on Sarah\'s.

"You\'re outclassed, Gen," Sarah sneered as they separated, her eyes gleaming with confidence. "You can\'t win this fight."

Gen\'s lips curled into a defiant grin. "We\'ll see about that."

Sarah attacked again, her movements quick and fluid. Gen dodged to the side, her axe swinging in a counterattack. The blade connected with Sarah\'s armor, but the impact was absorbed, her axe bouncing off harmlessly.

The two women clashed repeatedly, their weapons ringing out in the night. Gen swung and dodged, feeling herself tiring, but she refused to back down. She knew exactly what she needed to do to break through Sarah\'s defenses and win.

"Is that all you\'ve got?" Gen jeered, deflecting another fiery strike. "I expected more from Malachi\'s least favorite. I know he\'s got high standards. Or was it nepotism at work?"

Sarah\'s eyes blazed with fury. "You\'ll regret that!"

Her attacks became more frenzied, her movements less controlled. Gen dodged and weaved, each taunt pushing Sarah further into recklessness.

"How does it feel to always be second best?" Gen taunted as she leaped away from Sarah\'s attack. Her lips curled into a vindictive grin. "Be honest. You were glad I killed her, weren\'t you?"

With a fierce roar, Sarah charged forward, her fiery sword slicing through the air with deadly speed. Instead of dodging, Gen met her advance, swinging her axe in a wide arc. The clash of their weapons echoed through the warehouse once again.

Sarah\'s speed and agility were formidable, and she quickly pressed the attack, her sword a blur of flames and fury. Gen struggled to keep up, her movements slower but more powerful. Each of Sarah\'s strikes came dangerously close, forcing Gen to stay on the defensive.

"You\'re too slow, Gen!" Sarah sneered, her eyes blazing with arrogance and fury. "Accept your death! You can\'t keep up with me."

Gen grit her teeth, feeling the strain of the fight. Sarah\'s attacks were relentless, and her blade left scorch marks wherever it struck. But Gen knew she her one advantage was working. She was getting under Sarah\'s skin.

"You talk too much, Sarah," Gen spat, dodging a particularly vicious strike. "Always have. You think you\'re so perfect, so untouchable. But you\'re just a spoiled brat playing with fire."

Sarah\'s movements kept growing more aggressive. "Shut up! You don\'t know anything about me!"

Gen smirked, seeing the crack in Sarah\'s composure. "I know enough. I know you\'ve always been desperate for validation, always needing to prove yourself. It must be exhausting, always pretending to be better than everyone else."

Sarah\'s face contorted with rage, her strikes becoming wild and less controlled. "I said shut up!"

Gen saw the opportunity and siezed it, parrying a clumsy blow and swinging her axe with all her might. The heavy blade dug into Sarah\'s neck and severed it, sending it flying through the air.

Sarah\'s headless body stumbled, before falling to her knees, her head struggling to regrow. Her sword slipping from her grasp as the flames flickered and died.

"Gotcha," Gen muttered as she stood over the body, her axe poised to strike. "Look at you, losing control. Guess you\'re not as perfect as you thought, huh?"

Gen struck the armor, once, twice, thrice, before it dissolved into vitality. Sarah\'s head was regenerating but not fast enough to stop Gen.

"It\'s over, Sarah," Gen said, her voice steady despite the vitality raging through her veins. "You lost."

Her axe dropped. Gen stared at Sarah\'s destroyed heart before leaning back and howling her victory into the air. Around her, Sarah\'s black zone fell away, it\'s wielder, dead. Gen dismissed her axe. She had won, but it hadn\'t been easy. Sarah was a powerful opponent, but her arrogance and anger had been her downfall.

Gen took a deep breath, savoring the victory. She had outsmarted and outlasted Sarah, proving that sometimes, brute strength wasn\'t enough. Sometimes, it took cunning and resolve to come out on top.

She turned and walked out of the warehouse. This chapter of her life was over. All that was left was eternity. And of course, the next fight.