In the dimly lit, opulent dining room of the Dracule Manor, a grand table takes center stage. Crafted from dark, rich mahogany, it's an exquisite piece of furniture adorned with intricate carvings of menacing bats and intertwined ivy. The table spans over twenty feet, allowing for an elaborate display of lavish meals and elegant table settings.
At the head of the table sits Elizabeth Dracule, regal and ageless, dressed in a stunning, flowing gown of deep crimson that seems to ripple like blood. Her long, ebony hair cascades down her back and contrasts beautifully with her porcelain skin.
To her right, Elize Dracule, her daughter, is a vision of youthful beauty. Dressed in a more contemporary but equally exquisite gown of midnight blue silk, she awaits her brother's company.
The table is set with fine china, plates, and silverware embellished with intricate patterns of bats and vines, all illuminated by crystal candelabras. Each chair is upholstered in luxurious, deep red velvet, adding a touch of decadence to the dining experience.
The table's centerpiece is an ornate silver bowl filled with crimson roses and dark lilies. Goblets made of cut crystal shimmer with the finest vintage blood-red wine.
"Mother, how do you envision Elie's training in martial arts and elemental control?" Elize inquired.
Elizabeth nodded and replied, "I intend to personally guide him in mastering martial arts, the techniques that I accumulated during my adventures for billions of years. The techniques that I taught you, my daughter."
Elize nodded in understanding and added, "And I can help him control the elements."
As they waited for Elie, the mother and daughter continued their conversation about Elie's training. Elize asked, "Mother, what about his pain tolerance training? It's a vital aspect of our kind, ensuring he can endure and persevere in challenging situations."
Elizabeth nodded and replied, "You're right, my dear. We will need to expose Elie to various forms of pain, both physical and mental, to strengthen his resolve. I shall oversee this aspect of his training personally, making sure he can endure and overcome. Even though it would hurt me to see Elie in pain, I will persevere to make sure his future is limitless."
Elize added, "And I can assist in developing his mental fortitude. He must remain steadfast in the face of adversity." She, too, was like her mother; she didn't want Elie to be in pain, but it was needed for him to grow.
As Elie Dracule, her son, entered the room, followed by a vampire maid named Layla, he respectfully nodded to his mother. He said, "Sorry for the wait, mother."
Elizabeth, seated at the head of the grand table, offered a warm smile and said, "Elie, my son, you look quite dashing in that red velvet suit."
Elize, her eyes filled with pride, chimed in, "Indeed, Elie. The red velvet complements your features beautifully."
Elie, with a humble nod, replied, "Thank you, Mother and dear sister. I am honored to be a part of this family."
Elie, in his red velvet suit, took a seat at the grand dining table and glanced at his mother and sister.
With a curious smile, he asked, "What have we prepared for dinner tonight, Mother? I must admit, the anticipation is making my immortal taste buds tingle." He joked. 'This is my first time eating immortal food with immortal taste buds,' he thought.
Elizabeth, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, replied to Elie's question, "Tonight, my dear Elie, we shall feast on a fantastic delicacy: dragon meat. It's a meal fit for us and a true indulgence."
Elize added, "The taste of dragon meat is unlike anything you've experienced, Elie. It's both exquisite and powerful."
Elie, who was just a human before, sat there, momentarily taken aback by the revelation. His eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, "Dragon... meat?" He was just a human not so long ago, where dragons were legends or myths.
Elizabeth placed a reassuring hand on his and said, "Indeed, you were, my dear. But you are part of us now, and you must embrace our ways, including our unique dining experiences."
Elize added, "You'll find that our kind enjoys experiences beyond the scope of mere mortals, Elie. This is just the beginning of your journey."
As Elie took in the words of his mother and sister and the extraordinary nature of their dinner, a profound realization dawned upon him. He looked around at his family, and a sense of acceptance and belonging washed over him.
With a determined yet contented expression, he finally said, "I understand now. I'm no longer a mere human; I'm a vampire, and not just any vampire, but the son of the vampire progenitor, who was also the strongest."
Elizabeth and Elize exchanged smiles, proud of their son's acceptance and understanding.
As Elie, Elizabeth, and Elize prepared to indulge in the rare dragon meat feast, a procession of fifty maids elegantly entered the dining room. Each maid was dressed in a uniform of deep black, matching the regal surroundings, and they moved gracefully, bearing trays laden with various dragon meat dishes.
The aroma of the dishes filled the room, and the maids began to present an array of delicacies. There were dragon meat steaks seared to perfection, dragon meat skewers marinated in exotic spices, dragon meat sushi, and dragon meat stew infused with enchanting flavors.
Elizabeth looked pleased as she observed the exquisite presentation, and she said to Elie, "My son, tonight's feast is a special occasion. Enjoy the dragon meat and the craftsmanship of our maids."
Elize, her voice filled with anticipation, added, "Let this meal remind you of the unique experiences and pleasures that come with our existence."
As the maids served the dishes to the Dracule family, the room was filled with tantalizing scents and flavors of dragon meat, making this dining experience truly exceptional.
Elie was excited to try. "Mom, what is the benefit of dragon meat?" he asked; with his unique constitution, he could see the mana surrounding the food.
Elizabeth replied, pleased that her son noticed the mana surrounding the dragon meat, "Elie, consuming dragon meat is not merely a culinary indulgence; it offers us unique advantages as vampires. Dragon meat enhances our strength, resilience, and vitality."
Elie, as he contemplated his new reality as a vampire, began to understand the significance of dragon meat. He nodded thoughtfully and said, "I see, Mother. Dragon meat is a source of power and strength for our kind."
Elizabeth smiled and replied, "Exactly, my son. Dragon meat is a symbol of our unique abilities and resilience. It sets us apart and makes us the powerful beings we are."
Elize said, "Embracing this tradition is a way to ensure that you, too, will grow stronger and more formidable with time."
With a mix of excitement and reverence, he took his first bite. The taste was unlike anything he'd ever experienced – a robust, intense flavor that coursed through him, infusing him with a sense of strength and vitality.
DING* [...]
He heard a familiar chime, but he completely ignored it.
As Elie took another bite of the dragon meat, he suddenly noticed a surge in his strength and the magical energy within him. His eyes widened in realization, and he couldn't help but smile.
Feeling the newfound power coursing through his veins, he started eating with more enthusiasm and speed, savoring the exquisite flavor.
DING* [...] He ignored it again.
DING* [...]
DING* [...]
Hehehehe* Elizabeth and Elize shared a knowing look and giggled at Elie's eagerness.
As Elie enthusiastically continued to savor his dragon meat, Elizabeth and Elize joined in, adding to the lively atmosphere at the dining table.
Each bite they took added to the shared experience of indulging in this fantastic and powerful delicacy.
After an hour of dining on the sumptuous dragon meat, the Dracule family finally finished their meal.
The table, once laden with culinary delights, now displayed only remnants of the exquisite feast they had enjoyed. Satisfied and content, they leaned back in their chairs, a sense of camaraderie and shared experiences filling the room.
"It's now time for drinking blood," Elizabeth said as she extended her flawless, pale arms.
Elize and Elie both nodded and went close to their mother, each biting into an arm.
Sorry about the lack of chapter s this past few days. I will compensate tomorrow.