Chapter 27 – Birth of Damian
POV: Kai???
Alert: initializing alternate personality.
Designation: Damian.
Objective: utilize Chosen skill to fullest potential.
Error.
Personality corrupted. Attempting to stabilize.
Error.
Unable to replicate original personality. Initializing with corrupted personality instead.
Unique skill Perfect Lover disabled.
Unique skill DNA Splice disabled.
Unique skill Chosen corrupted.
Unique skill Monster Mage corrupted.
Defects within acceptable limits.
Finalizing… complete.
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Those words were my first memory.
I had others, but they felt foreign. Like echoes through a wall. This was the first thought that was truly mine.
I awoke to darkness. Not gentle shadows, but a suffocating void. My chest tightened with panic—until I realized there was warmth around me. A softness. Three silver tails curled over me like a blanket.
I knew them. I knew her.
But how?
The recognition was a fire in my veins, the comfort turning instantly to hunger. She was magnificent. Her scent filled the room—thick, primal, intoxicating. My body moved before I had words for why. My hand slid to her breast, my mouth found hers. She stirred faintly, lips parting, still heavy with sleep.
The hunger didn't abate. It grew.
I spread her legs. And then—the scent hit me full force. A sharp, sweet musk that made my erection throb painfully. My breath came ragged. I couldn't resist.
I plunged down between her thighs. The first taste lit every nerve in my body. Sweet. Salty. Alive. Nectar of the gods. She twitched beneath my tongue, small reactions, enough to make me greedy. I licked deeper, harder, my mouth flooding with her flavor.
Glorious. Truly.
Then—her hand clamped the back of my head. Hard. Startling. But she wasn't pushing me away, so I pressed deeper. Her grip tightened. A low growl rumbled from her chest.
She's enjoying it, I told myself. Predators growl when pleased.
I dismissed the unease crawling at the back of my mind. This was right. This was ours. Her body wanted this.
I kissed my way up her body, worshipping every taut muscle, every scar, until I straddled her. My erection pulsed so hard it hurt. I pressed against her heat—soft, wet, inviting.
My soul screamed wait! But the ache was unbearable. Only one thing could soothe it.
A kiss first, I decided. A kiss to seal it. Then I'd enter her, and the world would be perfect.
I leaned in, drooling with hunger. Our eyes met briefly—half-lidded, dazed with sleep. She was coming awake. She'd feel it too. She'd remember us.
I couldn't hold back another second. I crashed my lips to hers, tongues colliding, wild, hungry. At the same time I thrust forward—
—and was swallowed by blinding warmth. Tight. Heavenly.
For a heartbeat, the world was perfect. Then—
"…off!"
The voice wasn't pleasure. It was rage.
"Wha—?" I muttered, fogged with bliss.
"GET OFF ME!"
The words tore the air—and so did her claws.
Pain exploded across my shoulder. I flew back, slamming to the floor. Blood poured down my arm. My breath hitched.
If I'd been slower by a blink, she'd have ripped my throat out.
I looked up. Nyla stood, towering, glowing, teeth bared. Her thighs glistened. My cock still throbbed, but now in terror as much as lust.
"Who are you?" she growled.
Shyara stirred beside her, blinking sleepily. "What's… happening?"
I reached toward Nyla desperately. "Lala, it's—"
Her snarl deepened. "Don't you ever call me by the name only he uses." Her voice was venom, but her eyes were worse—pure killing intent.
My stomach dropped. She was supposed to love me. Why didn't she?
"Who are you?" she demanded again.
"…Kai," I whispered. It felt true. My chest ached with it. "I'm Kai."
"No." The word was a blade. "Never."
Shyara's gaze joined hers. Sad, not sharp, but it cut deeper. "You can remember what he did, but you're not him. You feel wrong. Off. You're not Kai."
The sympathy in her eyes crushed me worse than Nyla's claws.
"But—I feel… I remember. Meeting you. Loving you. Fighting for you—"
Shyara shook her head, tears welling. "I can't even read you."
"What?" My voice cracked.
She wiped her eyes angrily. "My link is gone. Kai's still there—faint, far away—but not in you. You're empty."
"No!" I shouted, the sound breaking, too raw. "That's our bond! That's what makes us—"
"It's what made him."
The silence after was unbearable.
Nyla's eyes burned into me. "Last chance. Who. Are. You?"
My throat closed. Words scraped out, broken. "…I'm not Kai."
And the truth hit me like a collapsing world.
I wasn't him. I wasn't loved. I wasn't wanted.
But… maybe I didn't need to be.
Slowly, I rose to my feet. Blood dripping. Cock still hard. Heart splitting open. A strange new clarity flooding in with the pain.
"I'm not Kai," I said again, firmer. "I'm something more."
I smiled, though it hurt. "Call me Damian. Think of me as an upgrade."
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POV Damian
The moment I claimed the name Damian, something inside me snapped open.
System Alert: Chosen skill initializing… corruption detected.
Directive: Create. Spread. Dominate.
My vision blurred with new purpose. Power thrummed in my veins. My body knew what I had to do. Breed. Expand. Multiply.
Then—another alert.
System Notice: Target Nyla—status: pregnant.
Pregnancy registered under Kai. Affection bond active.
The words cut through me like knives. I froze, then screamed—a raw, guttural sound. "No! Not him! Me! She's mine!"
I lunged without thinking, fist driving into her stomach.
The instant my knuckles connected, I realized my mistake. Her cry wasn't from the hit—it was something deeper, sharper. She folded, clutching her belly, claws scraping across the floor.
"Ahh—!" she gasped, body trembling. Her eyes weren't on me. They were on her womb.
System Alert: Affection level with Nyla has decreased.
Warning: Pregnancy unstable. Backlash damage occurring.
My ears rang with the words. She was breaking because of me—because of him.
"Lala!" I staggered forward, desperate.
Her answer was violence. Her leg whipped out in a savage kick. I barely saw it before it cracked across my skull. The world tilted. My body slammed into the cavern wall, stone shattering behind me. Blood poured down my face.
For a moment, I couldn't move. My head throbbed. My jaw was broken—or maybe my soul was.
She dropped to her knees, gasping, shuddering as if she'd taken more damage than I had. Her body shook with pain, tears wetting her cheeks. The pregnancy was tearing at her, turning my strike into something worse than intended.
And then the rage came. White-hot, boiling, drowning every other thought.
I pushed to my feet, blood dripping from my mouth. My vision tunneled, everything red. I growled, teeth bared, eyes wild.
"She should be mine."
I charged.
She tried to rise, but her legs buckled. She couldn't defend herself.
Shyara cried out, hands half-raised, but froze. Her whole body trembled. Her eyes darted between me and Nyla—fear, doubt, guilt tearing her apart. She couldn't bring herself to strike. Not when it was Kai's body moving toward them.
For a heartbeat, I saw it—the kill. Her throat under my hand, the womb mine to claim—
Steel flashed.
"Enough."
The word cracked through the cavern like a whip.
I skidded to a halt, nostrils flaring. Yuki stood between me and Nyla, her sword gleaming, frost swirling at her feet. Her stance was steady, her glare unyielding.
She didn't call me Damian. She didn't call me Kai. She didn't call me anything.
Her silence burned worse than her blade.
"You think I'm afraid of you?" I spat, blood dripping from my teeth. "No. I just don't need you right now."
But the truth? My chest twisted. Something about her presence shook me, like a memory I couldn't twist into mine.
I sneered, stepping back. "Fine. Keep your broken wolf. Keep your tears. I'll make something better. Something stronger. I'll make the world itself kneel to me."
The system didn't answer.
"…You hear me?!" I screamed into the silence. "I'll use Chosen the way it craves!"
Nothing.
The lack of reply was worse than Nyla's rejection. My emotions twisted, warping in on themselves, until only hate and hunger remained.
I turned and fled, laughter and curses spilling from my throat in the same breath. Each step dragged me deeper into the Wildreach, deeper into corruption, deeper into becoming what Kai never could.
And as I vanished into the dark, one vow echoed in my mind:
I will replace them all.