(POV James)
(California, San Francisco)1987 February 27th
"Honey, he's human right?" I asked while looking at my son's, unconscious body.
'Well, my boy didn't grow any strange body parts, so that's a plus... But how long is he going to stay like this? It's already been a week since he was last awake!' I thought as I sighed just before checking out my wife's spell orb to see; For any changes.
'He's showing more brain activity than usual... Could it be!' I thought as I started to grin at the sudden turn of events.
"Honey, look!" I said, but I only got a simple knowing nod from my wife as she was still busy with some tests.
'I love my child, but I don't want some monster possessing or replacing him. I know I said I would love him no matter what.
I know I said that we would do further testing once he woke up. But it's already been a week! We need to know more about how to handle this.' I thought as I steeled myself for what was to come later on.
. . .
"Yes, Honey, for the tenth time, our baby boy isn't a shapeshifter in disguise. They are not some demon, angel, dragon, or some ancient god... He's just our sweet little boy." My wife said as she kissed me on the cheek.
'I know, I'm reassuring James, but I'm the same as him... Our baby boy is human, but whatever happened to him changed him permanently. His bloodline is extremely pure and has gained some sort of purifying attributes.' She thought as a small grin crept up her face.
'He has the potential to become a powerful natural witch, a shattered cursed technique, and some sort of teleportation ability. Those were just the things I could test myself with my abilities and my Honey Bear's help. My baby might have even more talents!' Her mind wandered while trying to process all the new revelations that came out about her son.
"What about his eyes and hair? Light brown eyes turning... orange, and his brown hair turning... half white isn't normal either!" I asked as I slightly raised my voice while sitting down on a nearby chair in his son's room next to the door.
"I am not sure, but these tests clearly show he is still our baby boy, and these sudden changes are possibly just him awakening a new gift. There have been cases of similar events happening in the past, where people's hair or eyes changed colors permanently or temporarily with the arrival of a new supernatural gift." She replied, trying to explain what happened that day with the available information.
'I guess, I'm... still on edge, after everything that happened that day. Even a week later, I'm still struggling to process all that happened. I even had to refund the Gojo clan's down payment and pay the major cancellation fee for breaking the contract. I guess we are poor once more, as that punishment fee alone wiped out all our savings.' I thought while trying to look up at the bright side of our current reality.
'I guess me and Emma need to go back to hunting once more to even pay for our projects now. With our current abysmal financial situation. I don't see any methods where we can instantly change it, without begging from either one of our families.
I couldn't even tell the Gojo clan what happened. If we explained how we escaped, we would inadvertently expose our son's gifts to the world.
We can't even lie. I know with their influence, they can employ people with similar abilities to Emma in that department...' I thought as, life's cruel gaze had seemed to look upon us with its dreadful blessings.
"Honey, we can only hope my vague but truthful explanation didn't damage our reputation too much in the end. I essentially said, we couldn't accept it anymore due to circumstances of late, which was true, but ultimately vague enough to not give any real details on why." I said while looking down at the documents they sent talking about the fees we now owed for backing out last minute.
"James, Don't worry about that... Whatever happens in the future we can handle this as a family!" She said as she got up to my side to hug me.
"As a family!" I replied as I smelled her hair.
'Is that lavender... Whatever it is, her hair smells divine.' I thought while giggling at our sudden turn of events.
"Well, no matter what, we just need to train him from now on. No child of ours is going to be willfully weak without reason!" I expressed my thoughts with multiple plans, and explanations to my wife as we kept talking about our son's future.
"James, you'll teach him your forging techniques and close combat techniques. I'll teach him everything I know about magic & monsters." She spoke with pride as she put her right hand to her chest right above her heart.
'My baby boy has even more potential than the head of my last witch coven... My child might even grow to rival that hag or even surpass her in the future. If I'm right about this in the end.' She thought as it brought a big smile to her face just thinking of that hag's expression.
'Maybe my magical potions & rituals I did to myself and James over the years before our child was born enhanced our bloodlines, leading to our monstrous son's potential!
They said it lowered fertility to the extreme, making it impossible for me to have kids. But that wasn't the case, since my son's birth proved them wrong! My cousin Ben was even shocked by my baby boy's birth for some odd reason.' She thought as she sighed afterward as she just realized something.
'Then again, that hag was a true genius. Her blood runs in both of our veins. I wonder if she sensed my son's awakening with her bullshit blood magic spells... I hope that bitch learns to keep quiet about this, we all know her friends, aren't the best at keeping secrets.' She thought while her big smile turned into a frown as her brows frowned as well.
. . .
(POV Narrator)
James and Emma had been talking inside their son's room for the last few hours. James had already changed out the IV bags attached to his son a few times. Emma told James about Lucas's body seeking out an energy source. Them constantly replacing the magical blue fluid Emma crafted was a decent solution at the moment.
Going to the hospital would just expose their son's unique situation, causing more harm than done. They don't even have the tools available to help. If they did, that would be even worse for them. Telling another hunter, witch, or person would just increase the chances of the secret getting out.
Going to the family for help was too risky. Both sides of the family had too many eyes watching them. Grandpa Max and Emma's twin sister Gwen could help, but Ben attracted too much attention with his hero work over the decades, and going to them would bring too much risk.
Emma and James have both seen the darker side of the world's supernatural side... They saw firsthand how those with special powers, but no real protection in the forms of powerful families, influential friends, and powerful organizations backing them end up like. Out of every thousand cases where a loner is found with special powers 950 of them don't survive long. They are often sold to the highest bidders on the supernatural black market.
Most of the buyers of these people with special abilities are often demons or some sort of monster looking for powerful bodies. The other kind of buyers are dark witches looking for powerful slaves. Another kind of buyer tends to be those mysterious researchers who buy them to experiment on them as valuable materials.
The point is that it never ends up well for those who are discovered while weak and protectionless. The lucky ones who aren't noticed are either lucky or smart, but out of the bunch, the smart ones last the longest.
We may sell monster parts to the black market like most hunters. But we both understand by now how it all works, in these underworld marketplaces.
The main reason hunters aren't sold as well is due to 99% of hunters are literal humans with just some magical knowledge and tools. Hunters know the weaknesses of monsters, they understand how to kill them.
Most of that kind of knowledge is publicly available in these kinds of parts, so it's worthless. Most of the tools they carry are in different locations so killing them for their tools is pointless, most of the time the tools are mundane objects in the first place.
These reasons alone make it stupid to go after a hunter, you have more to lose than you might gain. Then to enter these kinds of places you must have some sort of intelligence and self-control, or else you would never make it past the gate.
It was already 2 pm, and James had attached the IV bag earlier, which was instantly devoured. Soon enough Lucas started moving his arms as he started to wake up. The moment he woke up his light brown eyes turned orange for a few seconds before turning back to normal.