Descendants of Gibbous-Chapter 27: Doing what has to be done

"Ouch!"

"Bit your tongue with your fangs again?" Ahara asked her brother, smiling as she handed him a napkin so he could wipe the blood off and continue eating his breakfast.

Ever since waking up with fangs two days ago, Damien had felt rather funny. Everything about his body was now different, especially his teeth and eyes. They had gotten sharper, and he could now keep up with a bee in motion.

Moreover, his aura value had increased dramatically, enough for him to be E-rank according to Ahara.

When the Vampire lord gave her his training program five days ago after she had come to pick him up, his sister accepted it and made a few modifications. To his diet mostly. He began feeling the changes in his body right on the second day, and by the third, his aura had grown enough for him to manifest his Vampiric tribal features.

If only he had brought his phone with him, then he'd have recorded Ahara's reaction when she saw the small fangs grown in his mouth the morning after she assigned him a rank. Unfortunately, phones didn't work in Gibbous. They didn't have the electricity to charge them once the battery died, not that they needed them anyway.

Gibbits had aura. It allowed them to do most of the stuff technology could do in the human world, like communicating. Ahara had brought an oblong for Damien, and she had taught him how to use it.

Thanks to the device, his flow state lessons had been a bit bearable because using an oblong required just as much concentration for a weak Gibbit like the boy.

"I still can't get used to chewing with these animal teeth," Damien complained, looking at his tongue on the silver cup containing his juice.

Like the rest of this house, the cup was fancy-looking and posh. It took only a day of touring around the two-story building with Ahara for Damien to know what kind of personalities his parents had when they were alive.

His father had been a posh man, and a clean freak according to Ahara. He was the reason their house had the most elegant and sophisticated designs and cutlery to be found in Gibbous.

As for his mother, she had been a nature-loving freak. She had plants placed all over the house in their various types and sizes; ones that grew on the walls like vines, the delicate ones that welcomed bees which Damien used for testing his eyesight, and the predator ones, like the snapper's in the greenhouse outside—large pink flowers with prickly needles on their petals that opened wide every morning to welcome stray insects in.

Damien had learned what the flowers were capable of the hard way after he had placed his finger on their color-changing needles and they snapped shut on it. It took another visit to the hospital for the stinging pain to stop and yet another day for him to be able to finally feel his hand.

Ever since then, Ahara had their attendants lock the greenhouse. Another thing Damien couldn't get used to yet. Being served all the time.

If he had known his parents were filthy rich in Gibbous, enough to afford men and women who attended to the house whilst the siblings lived in the human world for eleven years, he'd have asked Ahara to bring him back at all costs so she could rest and stop overworking herself.

Unfortunately, she had kept all this a secret from him. Although, now that they were back, she seemed to be enjoying the rather posh life more than him.

"Try chewing slowly. You need to finish all your food or I'm not training you today," Ahara notified the boy, wiping her plate clean with her finger and licking it.

Scooping the last of his baked beans from the ceramic plate hurriedly, Damien pushed it aside and stood from his chair.

"I'll go change," he notified his sister, immediately running toward the staircase to his right.

Their house was something he had only dreamed of buying for Ahara back when being rich seemed like the only way to make his sister relax, a mansion. Not too big to be called a palace, but not too small to be a regular house either. It was just...perfect. A rich man's dungeon.

Touching the black staircase embroidered in complex shapes that looked like dragons, Damien started his way up the tiled stairs.

The high domed ceiling above him was white, with flowery patterns Ahara had told him his father couldn't stop staring at every time he walked to the bedrooms—the same way fate as Damien's. Thankfully, he somehow managed to reach the next floor without tripping, or else, Ahara would've given him another mouthful while taking him to the hospital.

In no time he reached his bedroom, another piece of the huge mansion that had made him gape the night Ahara showed it to him. It was larger than the entire house they used to live in—all rooms combined—with his own private bathroom and toilet and a walk-in closet next to it. The design looked so much like the ones in the human world, except, Damien didn't have enough aura to make anything work yet.

Ahara did everything for him, like lighting the lanterns every night when the mansion got dark.

'I'll be able to do it too, soon,' Damien thought to himself, slipping into his gym clothes.

Once he was done, he rushed back downstairs to the kitchen, yet another over-the-top designed room with cabinets that glistened every time the sun shone on them, minimalist yet powerful decorations that were made from valuable gems and stones—a golden vase with gems placed on the island counter being the most attention-grabbing item of them all.

"I'm done changing," Damien's voice echoed in the room and Ahara immediately stopped talking with one of the attendants and turned to face him, beaming.

"Good news, Dammy. Your ID card just arrived from the ministry today."

The boy held his chest when Ahara gestured at the attendant's hands and he made his way toward him.

"Does that mean they finally agreed to let me stay in Gibbous freely?" He asked, accepting the small plastic from the attendant.

Surely enough, it was his identification card with his face plastered in the far corner, his details filling the rest of it:

ID NUMBER: 2435496 FP

NAME: DAMIEN

SURNAME: AMARIS

DOB: 31/05/2003

REGION OF BIRTH: FANGPEAK

DATE OF ISSUE: 26/10/2018

"Hmm. Principal Twiller made sure they did."

A warm sensation masked Damien's heart as he glanced at his first-ever ID. However...

"So, this is the end of my portal traveling days to and from the human world isn't it?" He asked Ahara bitterly.

His sister slowly nodded at him.

"Well, at least I was able to say goodbye to Lucy," he blurted out, glancing at the ID again.

The last five days hadn't been only about training. They had been filled with sadness too. The kind that came after the council rectified their terms with Twiller and settled on the condition that Damien wouldn't return to the human world unless he became a licensed hero in Gibbous.

In the meantime, he had to become a registered citizen and fall under the rules in Gibbous, never to be set free if he broke any rules again.

Thanks to that, Damien had to visit the human world one last time and settle scores with all his friends. He told Lucy they were moving and had to endure an hour of her crying on his chest. When she finally regained her composure, she asked him if he'd keep contact with her, and he gave her his fake number, knowing all too well he'd never be able to use his phone in Gibbous.

It was yet another reason for him to become stronger. The moment he'd become a licensed hero and be able to visit the human world again, he swore to look for Lucy and reconcile with her.

But for now, he had to do what had to be done.

"Give me that, I'll keep it safe for you," Ahara soothed, patting his shoulder.

Damien took that as his cue to stop thinking negatively. Forcing himself to smile, he placed the card in Ahara's palm.

"So, what's on the menu today? Same old exercises or another twenty-kilometer marathon in two hours?" He asked.

"Yes, we are staying on the same course," Ahara replied, tucking his ID card in her hoodie pockets. "Although, you won't be running twenty kilometers in two hours today. You're doing it in forty-five minutes."

A jolt of excitement rushed through Damien's body. He hadn't been challenged by Ahara for far too long.

"I assume you've been practicing being in the flow state on your oblong every night after training?"

"You bet I did!"

"Good. I don't want the Vampire Queen's husband to think I slacked off from training you after you race him at the palace this afternoon."

Damien's eyes glinted at his sister.

"Don't worry. I'm going to smoke his ass."

"As you should," Eden cemented, grinning at him. "Now let's go to the field and you show me what you can do with what you've learned so far. We need to be back before ten so we can visit the palace on time."

"Noted, sis."

With a fiery determination to win the bet Lord Clement had with him, Damien turned on his heel and followed Ahara to their training fields, his blood boiling with anticipation of the race he was about to have.