Dark Born
Copyright© 2025 by Es_Orik
Chapter 12: A Kingdom’s Rot
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 12: A Kingdom’s Rot - A young man is transported to a new world as the Dark Lord, witness his rise from an ordinary college student to a being capable of causing the greatest evil.
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Restart Magic Sharing Harem Cream Pie
Adam had come to in a small, dark room, sitting on a wooden chair with his hands shackled behind his back. It had been a shock when he first woke up and he’d nearly broken his arm in panic and desperation, but now he was just aching. There were no windows in the room he was locked in, no furniture either, nothing at all that might give him the slightest clue where he’d been taken, which he suspected was intentional. It was just a vacant space with a steel door by the corner, roughly the size of his bedroom back home, lit by a single dim lamp casting a weak glow. Adam had no sense of how long he’d been unconscious, all he knew was that when he opened his eyes, he was alone and confined in this room.
Letting out a heavy sigh, his mind drifted back to that warehouse, to the Gold-Rank knight he’d seen, how he’d been caught, and he wondered if there was something he could have done differently. He didn’t need to think far, the answer came immediately. Yes, there were lots of things he could’ve done better. For a start, he shouldn’t have tried to handle things alone. He should have told Elsa instead of taking a reckless risk. He should have expected that there might be some kind of magic that would find him even if he was hidden.
There were so many things he should’ve done differently...
And he’d known there might be danger, still he’d gone ahead anyway, without even having a proper plan. That wasn’t like him, it was as though there had been something else pushing him, that darkness, that strange desire to test himself against this world and satisfy some restless instinct, it had led him into doing something incredibly foolish.
Adam shook his head as he tried to force the thoughts out of his mind. What was done was done, he could beat himself up later, assuming he survived this ordeal. Right now, he needed to prepare himself. The fact that the Gold-Rank hadn’t killed him on the spot suggested they had other plans, or at least, wanted to question him first, and he doubted that they’d hesitate to use torture if he proved uncooperative. Still, their choice to keep him alive, even if only for now, gave him a glimmer of hope. He had to make use of that.
Adam looked around the room again and registered its sheer emptiness. Searching for some kind of tool that might help him escape this felt pointless, he might as well have been blindfolded. The shackles binding him to the chair also ensured that he couldn’t move an inch. But there had to be something he could do, some way he could call for help.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside, several of them. Probably the Gold-Rank and his men. They were coming back. Adam’s stomach twisted and he strained one final time against the shackles, but there was no give at all, they didn’t so much as rattle.
What kind of metal was this?
The steel door opened suddenly and Adam’s pulse shot up, his gaze darting forward almost instinctively. He braced himself against the chair, forcing his face stay neutral, even as his heart pounded in fear. Three Bronze-Rank knights entered first, and one was carrying a small metal case tucked under one arm. He didn’t even glance at Adam once, just set the case down on the floor beside the chair. That alone made Adam’s jaw tighten and his heart nearly beat out of his chest. Whatever was in there, it couldn’t be anything good.
Two Silver-Ranks stepped inside next and positioned themselves at the door, arms folded across their chest and their faces blank masks.
Then the Gold-Rank stepped in, still wearing that warm smile, still calm, and it made Adam’s blood feel cold.
He shut the door behind him, then his purple eyes swept the room as if he was trying to figure out if anything had changed. Sensing nothing different, he released a quiet breath and turned to face Adam for the first time, regarding him in silence for a brief moment.
“Well,” the Gold-Rank said in that same cheerful tone. “I was beginning to wonder when you’d wake up. I worried they might have hit you too hard.”
Adam didn’t say anything, but it didn’t matter to the knight, the silence only seemed to amuse the man more as his eyes brightened with delight and his smile widened.
“Oh, I never properly introduced myself before, my apologies,” he said. “My name is Julius Darro, Gold-Rank from the ninth district. Now we both know each other’s names.”
Not sure what to say, Adam chose to remain silent.
“You know,” the Gold-Rank continued and took a step closer. “I expected you’d be louder ... more panicked, desperate.” He tilted his head. “But you’re calmer than I expected, which leads me to believe this isn’t the first time you’ve been in a bind like this, and that’s good. It means we can have a calm conversation ... I like calm conversations.”
Adam didn’t try to convince him that he was actually panicked, he just wasn’t very expressive. There was nothing at all to be gained by telling him that. The knight crouched down in front of him, resting his forearms on his knees and bringing their faces level.
“And let me be clear on this,” Julius added softly and his voice dropped to a gentler and more dangerous tone. “We are going to have a conversation. A long one.”
Adam swallowed and spoke for the first time. “I’m not good at conversations.”
The knight chuckled softly. “Oh, I like that, at least this won’t get boring,” he said calmly. “But anyway, don’t worry too much. I’ll do most of the talking. All I expect from you is clarity, a few answers. A little honesty between new friends, that’s all.”
He straightened up and reached for the metal case, prying it open. Adam didn’t want to look, but he couldn’t stop himself. As he peered in, he saw a cluster of small tools inside. Hammers, blades, even things that looked almost medical; thin rods, clamps, strange metal pieces he didn’t recognize. His heart raced even faster and his mouth went dry. The blades at least were straightforward, the others looked like they could go anywhere.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The Gold-Rank closed the case again and lightly tapped a finger on the lid. “You’re not in trouble, not yet,” he said calmly. “You’re simply ... an unknown. To us, anyway.”
He straightened and began to walk around Adam.
“You were in the forest, maybe you met someone, maybe you were told something you shouldn’t have been told, or maybe it was just bad luck you were there that day. Who can say?” He paused behind Adam and his voice drifted dangerously low. “But only days later, you attacked the warehouse with Elsa, and then I find you spying on me. Surely, you understand why I can’t accept all that to be mere coincidence? Or simply bad luck.”
Adam swallowed once more. He was so incredibly fucked. He couldn’t think of any explanation he might give the knight that would save him. That ship had sailed. He was as good as dead, they would dispose of him the moment he answered their questions. He kept his eyes on the door though he knew escape that way was impossible, but he had nothing else, only a fragile hope that someone might come bursting through to help him.
“You might not accept it, but it’s true,” Adam said, deciding to do the only thing he could do in the moment, talk and stall for time. “I didn’t mean to be in any of those places.”
Julius chuckled behind him. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I just have really shit luck, like you wouldn’t believe.”
Adam was afraid and panicked, but he’d realized that his fate was sealed either way, he might as well face it with dignity or defiance. And if luck was on his side, it might even buy enough time for someone to come for him, if they were looking that is. Adam wasn’t sure how long he’d been unconscious, but if it had been a few hours, then he’d likely missed supper and Katryn should be at least a little worried. But worried enough to go to Elsa?
He hoped so, he hoped as hard as he’d ever hoped...
Suddenly a gloved hand rested on Adam’s shoulder and his stomach clenched. The hand didn’t grip him tight or painfully, it just held him there, as though to hold him steady.
“That’s amusing,” Julius said warmly. “But also quite unfortunate, if true. I suppose you’d want me to let you go, as you were simply a victim of circumstance.”
“I don’t want to make demands, but yeah, that would be nice.”
“Perhaps, I might consider it ... if you answer a few questions of mine,” he said and stepped back into Adam’s view, his smile friendly and eyes bright with interest. “Who are you? Where did you come from? And what kind of meeting did you have with Arryn?”
Adam only knew how to answer the first question. The second and third questions might as well be traps. He could try to answer them, but he was sure that his words wouldn’t be believed, and it might even make things worse for him. Still, what else could he do?
Not answering wasn’t a real option he considered.
“My name is Adam Wells, from America, and I didn’t meet anyone,” he answered each question in turn, forcing his voice to remain firm as he kept his gaze level with Julius.
“America? I’ve never heard of a kingdom like that.” His eyes narrowed.
“It’s far away,” Adam replied easily.
“Hmm, how interesting, but perhaps we should begin with something simpler first,” he said and folded his hands behind his back. “How much do you know?”
“I don’t know anything,” he answered.
Julius watched him for a brief moment, then his smile stretched wide. He walked to the case waiting by the side and pried it open again, pulling out a slender hammer. “I would much prefer to do this myself, but I’m afraid I might kill you.” He handed the hammer to one of the Bronze-Ranks that had stood silently watching. “Break a finger.”
The Bronze-Ranks stepped forward at the Gold-Rank’s gesture.
Adam stiffened as two of them moved behind him, then metals scraped and before he knew it the shackle fell from his wrist. For a brief second, he tried to fight them off, but he was quickly overpowered as the knights seized his arms and hauled him upright.
The knight holding the hammer approached slowly, almost casually, like this was nothing more than routine maintenance work. He set the metal case on its side, creating a flat surface. Adam was forced forward, his hand pressed down on top of it.
His breath caught in his throat and his chest tightened in fear. He tried once more to fight the knights off, but even Bronze-Ranks were too much for him. The shift in the room was almost palpable, the silent anticipation too loud as the two knights held him down and one stood ready in front to crush his fingers with the hammer.
Adam couldn’t hear anything but the sound of his heart thumping into his ears. He couldn’t see anything but the hammer inches from his thumb. There was no trace of mercy in the knight’s eyes, it was as though he’d done this many times before. All of them likely had. How many innocents had they done this to? How many had they disposed of?
“Last chance, Adam,” the Gold-Rank said softly. “What do you know?”
Adam breathed hard, his voice shaking. “I told you. Nothing.”
There was a brief pause, then Julius signaled with a nod and a loud crack erupted as the hammer came down with force, smashing and tearing through his thumb and shattering his bone. A scream tore from Adam’s throat as pain shot through his hand. He writhed in pain, but the knights at his side held him tighter, keeping his hand steady on the case. His vision blurred and the room swayed. He gritted his teeth, struggling to even breathe.
“See? This only gets worse if you lie.” the Gold-Rank murmured and stepped closer, as though to get a deeper look at his agony. “What did Arryn tell you in the forest?”
“I never met him,” Adam hissed, voice shaking despite every effort.
Julius gave the signal again and the impact came. His index finger broke completely under the hammer’s heavy weight and his world exploded in pain, the sensation spreading like fire and dragging a hoarse sound from his throat before he could choke it down.
“Who sent you?” Julius asked next, his voice sharp.
“No one sent me!”
“How much does Elsa know?”
“I don’t fucking know!” Adam lashed out, anger and pain mixing together.
The Gold-Rank hummed thoughtfully. “Stubborn ... I like that,” he said. “You have eight more fingers to lose, then your kneecaps, and then your collarbones. After there is no more of you left to break, we’ll start cutting pieces out. First your eyes, then—”
“Do it,” Adam forced out the words through heavy, ragged breaths. “But know this, someday, somehow, I’ll come for you.” His voice was quiet, baleful like he’d never heard it before, like someone else was saying the words. “I’ll take everything you have; your joy, your pride, your sanity. But I won’t take your life. No ... you’ll live. You’ll live to wallow in endless torment, waiting and begging for the day I finally come to end it. And when that day arrives, no one you love on this earth will mourn. No one will even speak your name, for fear of drawing my anger. You will become a cautionary tale, I swear it.”
There was utter silence after he finished speaking. No one in the room even moved, they all just stared at him. Perhaps, on a different day they might have laughed at him, after all he was powerless, a ninth tier adventurer threatening a Gold-Rank knight. But the raw conviction in his voice and the sheer intensity of the threat left them all startled. He might be weak, but at that moment, they all heard the truth in his words.
And Adam meant it, every single word that had left his mouth came from the deepest part of him, as though the darkness residing inside him had gained a voice. He didn’t know how he would keep that promise, but he would. Even if he died here, he would find a way back. His miraculous resurrection might be a one-time gift, but he would force himself to live again, strike a deal with any entity—god or devil—if that was what it took, all for the singular purpose of keeping his promise. Nothing in this world would stop him.
Julius Darro would die by his hands.
For the first time, Julius’s smile faltered. It was slight, but Adam saw it, a faint hint of fear that crossed his face. The Bronze-Ranks still gripped his arms, but stared at him in curiosity, the Silver-Ranks were like statues by the door, and Julius was no different.
Then something shifted in his eyes and he burst into rich laughter, as though only now seeing the funny side of a joke. “By the Divine, you almost had me there,” he breathed, wiping a tear from his eyes. “You ... you really said that with a straight face.”
Adam said nothing, he just stared at him with hate.