Dark Born
Copyright© 2025 by Es_Orik
Chapter 6: Reunion
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 6: Reunion - 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 slowly came to and opened his eyes, but he saw nothing but darkness waiting around him. Then it hit him all at once, flashes of violence, blood, the alley ... the thugs. He bolted upright and slid his hand under his shirt, down the side of his stomach, but felt only smooth skin. No injury whatsoever. Did he die? Again? He was sure he’d been stabbed right in the gut, he could still remember the intense pain. Had those soldiers had saved him? The ones he remembered rushing into the alley just before he passed out, or perhaps he really had died and come back, and they’d brought him here to question him.
Speaking of, where was here?
Adam looked around the dark room in confusion, then his gaze saw the metal bars in front of him and understanding dawned. He was in prison again, twice in the space of a few days. This time, at least he knew his offense. It was the fight ... no, the murder. Those men, he’d killed them, the three of them. And it couldn’t be described as self-defense. He’d wanted them to die more than he’d wanted to live. Adam had felt that kind of anger before, that deep darkness that completely swallowed his mind, it had always been inside him. But he’d never felt it so all-consuming as to take the lives of several men.
It was hitting him now, the weight of his actions, but there was only acceptance of what he’d done ... no guilt, no remorse. Was that normal? He’d killed three men, sure they weren’t good men, but they were human lives all the same. One of them had even tried to beg for his life, yet Adam hadn’t considered sparing him. Was that even self-defense?
“The second time in two days, you must really like our dungeon,” a familiar female voice said, mixed with the clink of her armor, and Adam’s head snapped up in an instant.
Adam let out a slow breath to calm himself. “It’s cozy,” he said.
Elsa stopped in front of the metal bars and folded her arms, staring at him. He didn’t shift his gaze away in guilt despite the frown carving her face, instead he tried to see in her emerald eyes why she was here; was it to question him? Or was it because of the oath he’d broken? She’d stated she would be his punishment if he hurt anyone in the city. If the latter was the reason, he hoped the punishment would be a quick death instead of torture.
“Also the second time you’ve been covered in blood,” she said.
Adam glanced down at his body and saw streaks of red smeared across his shirt. His hands, too, were stained dark with dried blood, especially his knuckles, swollen and ugly, with crusted flakes caught underneath his fingers. Knowing the blood belonged to another person, someone he’d killed, didn’t faze him as much as it should have. In fact, he didn’t really feel anything. That wasn’t normal. Something was definitely off with him.
It wasn’t that he expected himself to cry or mourn their deaths, the men were ruthless and would have done the same to him in a heartbeat. But he’d never taken a life, he should feel some type of way about it, shouldn’t he? Like remorse? Guilt? They were humans, just like him, and they probably had families, as he did. Adam knew he was trying to humanize the men to make himself feel some remorse, but that was normal, it was human.
Yet, try as much as he might, he felt nothing for the men. He’d read books, watched movies, he knew the feelings he should feel at taking a life, but they just weren’t there. Had he always been like this? Or was something happening to him here?
“Tell me what happened,” she asked, her gaze lingering long on him, and for a brief second, he thought he saw sympathy in her eyes despite her frown.
Adam hesitated, jaw tight. “I was attacked,” he said slowly, and began to gather his thoughts. “A group of kids led me into an alley where some men were waiting, three of them. They wanted to rob me first, then they noticed the shirt you gave me and figured they could make more if they held me ransom. I fought ... I killed them.”
Elsa’s frown quietly eased from her face as he finished his story, and she released a breath of her own. “They’re not dead, they were badly hurt, but they’re not dead.”
His head snapped up. “What? I thought—”
“There was a healer among the patrol unit that found you,” she explained. “You did a lot of damage to the men. If the healer had been there just a moment later, they would’ve died, and you as well. You were hurt badly, the stab wound would’ve killed you.”
Adam’s heart lightened a little at the knowledge that the men were alive, no, that he hadn’t killed them. But it didn’t completely silence the thoughts nagging at the back of his mind about his lack of feeling when he thought he had, about what he was, or what he was becoming. That was something he needed to think more deeply about.
Also, he hadn’t died. They had healed him. His fingers reached down to his stomach again, and he felt nothing at all that indicated he’d been struck. Was that something normal in this world? Nobody had scars? No, one of the men who’d attacked him had a scar. There was so much he didn’t know, and couldn’t wait to figure out. Still, magic was such a great thing. He could only imagine if it existed on Earth, the things they would’ve accomplished with it. Then again, maybe it was the lack of it that had forced them to adapt, and to advance in science and technology. Maybe it was a trade off, and one couldn’t have both.
“Thanks,” Adam muttered, “for saving me.”
Elsa gave a slow shake of her head. “I didn’t do anything,” she said. “Maybe it was even my fault, I was the one who gave you the shirt, and I apologize for that.”
Adam didn’t argue with that, instead he thought maybe she could even overlook the oath he’d broken as it was partly her fault. “So, what’s going to happen to me now?”
She tilted her head. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“The oath,” he said hesitantly and tightened his jaw. “I didn’t mean to break it. They attacked me, I was only defending myself. I didn’t set out to hurt anyone.”
A soft chuckle escaped her throat, and the corner of her lips lifted in a smile. “Don’t worry, you’ll face no punishment from me or anyone. You were attacked, it would be a sin to punish you for defending yourself. As you said, you didn’t set out to do harm to anyone.”
His brows tightened. “I thought that was why you found me? Why I’m here?”
“I didn’t find you, a group of kids reported the incident.”
Kids? Could it be the same ones? Why would they report the incident after leading him into it in the first place? Did they regret their actions? Or was it because they’d watched him almost kill the men who seemed to be their partners? He couldn’t guess the reason, but it didn’t matter either way. He’d learned a lesson, or rather he’d gotten confirmation. This world wasn’t so different from his own, no one could truly help you ... only yourself.
“So, I’m free to go?” he asked slowly, guardedly.
Elsa didn’t answer with words, instead she just reached to her belt and drew the ring of keys, then quickly unlocked the cell gate and stepped aside.
Adam rose to his feet, his limbs slightly heavy as though they hadn’t been used in a long time, but he managed to make his way out of the prison without any problem.
“You’ll need this, there are old clothes inside,” she said and offered him a bag, then pulled it back hesitantly. “Though after what happened the last time, maybe it’s best if—”
“No, it’s fine,” Adam said and took the bag from her. “I’ll take it.”
She nodded and stepped back. “I’ll bring you others.”
That stopped him a moment. He could understand her bringing him clothes the last time because his blood-stained appearance might raise concern among the public, and he understood it this time as well, for the same reason. But what she’d said just now, her offer to bring him other clothes, he didn’t understand. It went beyond any civility or obligation she owed him. Her concern for his wellbeing should naturally end once he was out of her sight, yet she seemed to care for some reason. He couldn’t understand it at all.
Katryn had told him she liked to help people, but was that all there was to it? This bordered on excessive, as though she wanted to ensnare him to her. And he knew she didn’t trust him despite the kindness she showed, he’d noticed the three soldiers waiting outside the inn when he wanted to find the cathedral, but it was the correct thing to do so he hadn’t given it any thought at all. Still, having soldiers watch him, then coming later to show him kindness was confusing and odd. If she distrusted him, why keep helping him?
Adam liked when people were straightforward with their actions, whether they liked him, or hated him, it didn’t matter, as long as they were clear on where they stood. He wished she’d just state clearly where she stood with him, that was the problem.
“Why are you being kind to me?” he asked, turning to face her.
Elsa hesitated a moment. “I owe you this time, part of what happened was my fault.”
Adam still held her gaze. “What about before? When you paid for room and board for me,” he said, his voice low with a mix of curiosity, and veiled suspicion. “I don’t know how it is here, but where I’m from, people don’t usually help strangers like that.”
She swallowed, then looked away for a moment, seeming to consider something as her chin tightened. “You needed help, it was the decent thing to do.”
“But you don’t even know me,” he pressed still.
“I don’t, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was the decent thing to do.”
Adam didn’t know whether he believed her, but it wasn’t like he could force her to tell him the truth, or even do anything if she turned out to be lying, not when she’d already demonstrated just how much more powerful she was than him. If, or when, she considered him a threat and wanted him gone, he knew there would be little he could do to stop it.
“Alright,” he said, dropping the matter. “Thank you for helping me.”
Adam turned from her and peeled off the blood-stained shirts and pants. She might be watching, studying him like before, but he didn’t really care this time. He slipped on the clothes she’d brought, gray shirt and dark pants, and it fit his body comfortably. He knew nothing about the fashion of this world, but he could tell the clothes were of high quality by how soft they felt against his skin, and yet she’d called them old. Just like the ones from yesterday, ‘spare clothes from the training ground,’ as she’d put it.
Spare clothes that had made him worth kidnapping. He knew already that she was someone of high status in this kingdom, a gold-rank knight, but just how high up was that?
“I’ll show you out,” Elsa said after he was done putting on the clothes.
Adam gave a nod and started to walk beside her, silencing the thoughts he had about the woman for now. There were far more important things to focus on right now.
“Out of curiosity, what were you doing before the attack?” Elsa asked and cast him a quick glance before directing her gaze forward. “Were you going somewhere?”
This was a test, Adam caught it immediately. She probably already knew he’d been to the cathedral, but wanted to see whether he’d lie about it, as though it would confirm his character and shape her opinion of him. And it was things like this that confused him about her; she had every right to mistrust him, but why bother with the kindness in between?
“I was coming back from the cathedral,” he answered honestly.
“The cathedral?” she asked, feigning surprise to him.
“I talked to Katryn, the old woman’s daughter. I needed to know certain things, and she told me the cathedral kept books, so I went there,” he said with a lift of his shoulder.
She glanced at him. “And did you learn what you wanted to know?”
Adam released a breath. “A little bit, yeah,” he said.
As they made their way down the dim, narrow corridor of the dungeon, Adam kept his gaze forward at first, then a low groan from one of the side cells drew his attention and he turned, immediately grounding to a halt. Inside, were the three men, the same ones from the alley who had attacked him. They were really alive, bloodied, but alive.
The scarred man, their leader, sat slumped against the wall, his face pale. The man’s face twisted when he saw Adam, not in rage, but in something closer to fear and he quickly averted his gaze, staring down at the floor. The other two didn’t even look up.
Adam felt a strange emptiness stir in his chest at the sight of them. He felt nothing at all, not the burning anger from before, not even triumph ... just absolutely nothing.
Like they were so far beneath him it would be pointless to waste emotions on them.
Elsa’s voice broke the silence. “Let’s keep moving.”
He nodded and forced his eyes forward once more, but as they moved past the cell, a question occurred to him. “I thought they were healed.”
“They were,” Elsa replied.
Adam pointed a hand behind his back. “One of them still has a scar.”
Elsa suddenly stopped in her stride and glanced at him, her brows drawn tight as if he’d said something strange. “You’re not familiar with magic at all, are you?”
“It’s not very common where I’m from.”
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