Chapter 131: Family Talk III

Damian chose his words carefully, aware that everyone was waiting for his explanation.

"Headmaster Kaiser is my master. He taught me a weapon art called Abyssal Slaughter that specifically requires developing Slaughter Intent as a foundational principle.

It’s one of the most powerful weapon arts in existence, but it comes with requirements that most people can’t or won’t meet."

He paused, then added what was technically true but deliberately misleading.

"I developed the intent by killing beasts in the forest during my training. Spent months hunting and killing them to build the necessary mindset. So there’s nothing to worry about regarding where it came from."

Nobody in the room believed him completely.

Lyandra and Alaric exchanged a look, entire conversations happening in that silent glance.

Sebastian adjusted his glasses, his expression skeptical.

Even Luna’s grip on his hand tightened slightly, a wordless acknowledgment that she knew he was lying or at least not telling the complete truth.

"Slaughter Intent isn’t that easy to develop."

Lyandra’s voice was quiet but carried the weight of experience.

"You don’t get it from just killing beasts, even if you kill hundreds of them. It requires immersing yourself in the act of killing on a fundamental level. Learning to love the violence. Finding satisfaction in ending lives. Letting that darkness become part of your core identity."

Her black eyes were pained as she looked at her adopted son.

"Your father and I participated in countless battles over the years. Killed Monsters and enemy combatants and threats to humanity. Shed more blood than most people could imagine.

But neither of us ever developed Slaughter Intent. Do you know why?"

Damian shook his head silently.

"Because we never liked the slaughter. Never found joy in killing. It was necessary, required for survival and protecting others, but it was always just a burden we carried. A responsibility we fulfilled because someone had to."

She leaned forward, her voice becoming more intense.

"Slaughter Intent only develops in those who embrace killing as something more than necessity.

Those who find genuine satisfaction in the act itself and let that darkness become part of who they are fundamentally."

The implication was clear and cutting.

’What have you done? What have you become? What happened to the boy we raised?’

Damian held her gaze steadily, not flinching away from the accusation.

"I did what I had to do to survive and protect what’s mine. The world I entered at the Academy doesn’t reward gentle approaches or moral hesitation.

It rewards power, decisiveness, and the willingness to do what others won’t. So I became that."

His voice was calm, accepting of what he’d become.

"I’m sorry if that disappoints you. I’m sorry if the person I’ve become isn’t the son you wanted.

But I won’t apologize for doing what was necessary to achieve my goals and protect the people who matter to me."

Alaric stood up slowly, his stern face troubled.

"We need to give him space to rest. This conversation is getting too heavy for someone recovering from near-fatal injuries."

He looked at Lyandra and Luna.

"Come. Let’s allow Damian to heal. We can continue these discussions later."

Lyandra hesitated, clearly wanting to say more, to somehow reach through to whatever remained of the gentle boy she’d raised.

But Alaric’s hand on her shoulder guided her toward the door.

Luna remained seated beside Damian’s bed, refusing to move.

"I’m staying with him."

Her voice carried quiet determination.

"Someone should be here if he needs anything during the night."

Lyandra looked like she wanted to argue, but something in Luna’s expression stopped her.

"Alright. But come get us if anything changes or if he needs help."

The adults filed out, leaving Damian and Luna alone in the medical wing.

Kuro had been silent throughout the entire conversation, perched on a nearby medical cabinet, his intelligent red eyes tracking everything with unsettling awareness.

Now he flew over and landed gently on Damian’s chest, settling down like he was standing guard.

Luna’s hand was still in Damian’s, her thumb tracing small circles on his skin unconsciously.

"They’re scared for you... Not of you but for you."

Her voice was soft in the quiet room.

"They see you changing into someone who carries darkness they can’t protect you from.

Someone who’s moving beyond their ability to guide or shelter. And it terrifies them because they’re your parents and parents are supposed to be able to protect their children from harm."

Damian looked at her, this girl who could see through every facade he built, who knew him better than anyone else despite being younger than him.

"And what do you see, Luna? When you look at me with those eyes that read emotions like books?"

She was quiet for a moment, her silver eyes meeting his crimson ones directly.

"I see someone carrying two lifetimes of pain and experience... Someone trying to build something meaningful while fighting against systems designed to crush him.

Someone who loves his family desperately but knows he can’t be the person they want him to be anymore."

Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper.

"And I see someone... who’s terrified of letting people see how much darkness resides within you. How much it costs to be what you’ve become."

Damian’s carefully controlled expression cracked slightly.

"...You see too much."

"Remember what I told you before? You don’t need to pretend around me."

She shifted closer, her head coming to rest on his shoulder carefully, avoiding his injuries.

"Whatever you’ve done, whatever you’ve become, you’re still my brother. The person who saved me during the Norrington incident, the one who always was there for me... And the one I love more than anyone else in the world."

The last words came out so quietly Damian almost missed them.

But he heard them clearly, thanks to his increased perception.

"Luna–"

"Don’t. Not right now. Just... let me stay here. Let me make sure you’re okay."

Damian fell silent, accepting her presence, her warmth, her complete acceptance of everything he’d become.

Kuro made a soft sound from his chest, apparently approving of the arrangement.

Outside the medical wing, in the sitting room, the three adults sat in heavy silence.

Finally, Sebastian spoke.

"That boy is going to change the world. Either save it or destroy it or reshape it into something completely new. But he’s definitely going to change it. Just look at him, nothing is normal about that kid."

"I know."

Alaric’s voice was heavy.

"The question is whether we can guide him toward the better outcomes or if we’ve already lost the ability to influence his path."

Lyandra wiped tears from her eyes.

"He’s still our son. No matter what he’s done or become. He’s still our Damy underneath all that darkness. We just need to help him remember that."

But even as she said it, all three of them wondered if that was true.

If the gentle boy they’d raised still existed beneath the strategist and killer.

Or if that boy had died somewhere along the way and been replaced by someone new.

Someone powerful, dangerous and brilliant.

Someone they loved but no longer fully understood.