The Incandescent | Book 7 | The Fairy arc

Chapter 20 ~ The Dusaran Disaster

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~ Planet Dusaro ~

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Dusaro, the disco party planet. A luminous sphere arrayed in dazzling gold and yellow, blaring loud like trumpets, announcing brash highlights and advertisements.

Killian was not ready for such a drastic change in surroundings. He lived on a sparkly planet, banished to a multicultural planet, settled on a forest planet, and rarely traveled.

Nothing prepared him for the hustle and bustle of crowded people, hectic streets, flashing signs, congested traffic, slammed brakes, screeched wheels, the sight of vehicles speeding in evasion of law enforcement, the city life that comprised most of the planet.

"Welcome to Dusaro! Disco disco!" Music cheerfully played from a loudspeaker, making Killian wince as he ducked underneath a glowing neon sign. He had just landed his spaceship in the apartment landing lot, in the space reserved for his children.

My children lived here? For five years? Killian thought, grimacing as he stepped around a rain puddle, careful to make sure the hem of his trench coat didn't touch the ground to keep it from getting dirty. Glistening dewdrops, what a noisy place. Is this how most cities are like? Killian found himself missing the quiet cities on Monshalow, unlike the noisy cities on Dusaro.

Dusaran aliens looked like humans, but they bled yellow blood. Clothing was flashy, metallic, glam, glitzy, gaudy, fashionable, chic, all the above. It was said that Dusaro could be heard from outer space; it was that loud.

It was party life everywhere. Synthwave music played as people danced and flirted. Drinks splashed, adding to the glitter of wetness on the street. Killian assumed it was more than just rain and splashed drinks, as he witnessed several drunks vomiting and a couple making out in the corner, but he chose not to dwell on such vulgar notion.

Killian went inside the apartment belonging to the Decuir siblings. Mara had given him her key, along with important passcodes.

Located on the highest floor, the apartment had a balcony and a kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, a living room, and an office. Certainly not a studio, Killian thought, glad his children were able to afford a nice apartment with their dual income.

Killian inspected his children's apartment, approving how neat and clean it was. He sighed at the sight of dead plants, pulling out a vial of Ireyna's power to revive them. He did the same for the red roses Mara always kept in her room, as a reminder of her father. The plants and roses glowed purple with Ireyna's power, ensuring they would last and never die.

Just like the immortal fairy.

Killian looked in surprise at the two stylish trench coats hanging in Mara's closet. One was dark red, feminine, and Mara's size; the other was a men's trench coat, the same Byzantium purple color as his Iredescent trench coat.

Touched that his daughter kept one of his trench coats of original design, Killian stroked the material, admiring the high thread count and metallic spun lincor that kept it looking pristine.

Limited edition design, Killian thought, remembering the fashion designer that died with his wife on the same day in the ribbon war. The fashion designer was a Csa named Mallen , a former vampire who married an Iredescent legend called the Black Rose.

Mallen had an apprentice, a young Phoenix who was the son of Iro Fenice. Killian wondered whether the apprentice continued his master's fashion design career or discontinued due to grief.