Dawn of Light - Reincarnated as a villain

The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over his sleeping face. Zephyx's features were calm, his breathing steady, and his handsome face looked even more serene in slumber. Unable to resist, I reached out and gently caressed his cheek, my fingers brushing against his warm skin.

A week had passed since I began teaching him the basics of swordsmanship. By the third day, he had already mastered them, something I had expected to happen. However, I pushed him to continue practicing for the rest of the week, ensuring his movements became second nature. Despite his rapid progress, there was always room for perfection.

As I sat beside him, watching him sleep, I sighed and placed a soundproof barrier around him. I couldn't risk him overhearing this conversation. Reaching into my storage ring, I retrieved a small orb—one I hadn't touched in seven years. It felt foreign in my hand, a reminder of a life I had chosen to leave behind.

With a steady breath, I infused the orb with my mana. The artifact hummed to life, glowing faintly before materializing a magical panel in the air. The screen shimmered, and after a moment, the image of a woman appeared.

She had long black hair, crimson eyes, and an air of authority that could silence a room. She looked like an older version of me, but her expression was filled with shock and emotion the moment she saw me.

"Drusilla… is that you?" her voice trembled, the disbelief clear.

"Yeah, Mom," I replied casually, though I could feel the weight of her emotions through the panel.

"Where are you?! And why did you leave home seven years ago?! What have you been doing all this time?!" she demanded, her words coming out in a rush. Her face was a mixture of joy, relief, and sadness.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I ran away because I was tired of dealing with all the political nonsense. It was too stifling."

Her expression darkened, and she looked ready to launch into another tirade, but I cut her off. "That's not why I called you," I said firmly.

She blinked, her curiosity replacing her frustration. "Then why?"

I hesitated for a moment before saying, "I made my first vampire."

There was a long pause before her eyes widened, and her voice erupted in a near-shout. "WHAT?! YOU MADE YOUR FIRST VAMPIRE?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT MEANS?!"

[A/n: She told that, sharing blood first time is done with someone you loves, that's my Vampires don't change someone Vampire until they love someone because changing someone vampire is process where both party share their blood.]

I flushed, averting my gaze. "Yes, Mother. I know what it means."

"You shared blood for the first time! That's not something trivial! That is something you should do with someone you love" Her tone was of disbelief and anger.

I glanced at Zephyx, who was still peacefully asleep beside me. My cheeks burned while looking at him.

Her gaze followed mine, landing on the sleeping figure. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she studied him intently. Then, as if struck by a realization, she looked back at me. "Don't tell me… the person you turned has a child already."

I stiffened, my blush deepening. "He is the one I turned," I confessed.

Her jaw dropped, and for a moment, she was utterly silent.

"...He's the one?"

"...Yes," I mumbled, unable to meet her gaze.

The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, she sighed deeply, her expression a mix of exhaustion and exasperation. "So, let me get this straight. You've been gone for seven years, and the first time you contact me is to tell me you made your first vampire... and its a kid?"

I nodded hesitantly. "Yeah."

Another long sigh escaped her lips.

"But that's not the only reason I called," I added quickly, my tone growing serious.

She noticed the shift and leaned closer to the panel. "What is it, then?"

I took a deep breath before explaining, "When I turned him, the process wasn't normal. Humans usually die during the transformation before awakening as vampires. But with him... it was different. His body went through extreme agony—his skin shredded, his bones broke and reformed, and his both eyes didn't change in red colour but his left eye ruptured and rebuilt themselves entirely. It was as if his very existence was being rewritten."

Her eyes widened as she listened, but I wasn't finished.

"That's not all," I continued. "When he awakened, his category wasn't one I've ever read about in our entire family library. It's new. His category is as powerful—no, possibly more powerful—than our family's category."

She stared at me, visibly shaken. It took her a moment to compose herself before she asked cautiously, "So, what are you implying?"

"Nothing for now," I replied. "I just wanted you to know. I'll be bringing him home with me after another month of training."

Her shock turned into a resigned sigh. "Fine. I'll prepare for your arrival. But don't expect a warm reception from your father."

"Understood," I said, watching as the panel flickered and then dematerialized.

Turning my attention back to Zephyx, I dispelled the barrier around him and leaned closer. He shifted slightly in his sleep, grunting softly as I slid under the blanket beside him. Wrapping my arms around him, I clung to him like a koala, resting my head on his chest.

"Goodnight, dear," I whispered with a soft chuckle, though he didn't hear me.