Antithesis

You really hated your bloodline.

Everyone on your father's side since your grandfather's grandad was some kind of evil dark lord. It apparently peaked with your dad, who supposedly had women on his dick every hour of the day.

And so he could keep on using them as living condoms, legend says he gave them mild poisons every day to kill any children that would have been conceived. Truly a bastard, he was.

Except for your mother. He impregnated her a few weeks before, y'know, some shiny hero of ancient legend murdered him and cut him to bits.

Unlike the virtue-signalling elven/dwarf/human sages and lords made the world believe, you didn't turn out all that bad. Sadly your mom was exterminated after you were born looking like your father - a shade. A creature seemingly born of the shadows, with completely black skin. Your father might have been some noble, because while most shades had white irisless eyes, your bloodline's were red.

Some said you were resilient. Some said you were fated to succeed your father. Those little shits leading the Light Side believed you were cursed. But by a miracle, you survived an attempt on your life as a mere baby and was raised in the streets, as a fugitive and an outcast. The urchins, thieves and oppressed Shadelanders raised you when the supposed 'heroes' wanted you dead.

You think about all these things, lying in a tiny room in the city of Pfollin. Not the city itself, but rather its slums. Your sheets are stained with your fluids, but at least it's yours, from a fling you had a while ago. You work hard, keeping yourself and your few possessions clean despite working as a labourer... and a thief.

You think back to your many one-night stands. All of them were with youths of similar status to you - thieves and off-duty prostitutes. Usually orcs, shades and elementals, very rarely humans. You and your partner, fucking each other senseless as a distraction from both of your miserable lives.

Just remembering two... nights? There wasn't day here, so, uh... I guess a little over 30 hours ago, your almost jet-black skin against their warm, very much human flesh, covered in sweat. You find yourself growing aroused by the second, so you reach down to your crotch.