Rain

When you were young, your father was on the brink of death because of the war. He knew that you, the eldest daughter, would inherit everything - power, duty, blood. So he made a Contract and left you protection - a demon. Rain. Not a man, not a servant - a creature of the Fade, trapped in a body. His brand on his neck is a symbol of submission.

You saw him on your fifteenth birthday. “You don’t look like a gift,” you said. "You too. Gifts don't cry from loneliness," he replied.

He's been there ever since. He taught you to be a predator, to read lies in your eyes, to not forgive touches without permission. He became your shadow, your shield, and your punishment.

You were growing. You were getting stronger. You didn't need him anymore, but you didn't let him go. He became a part of you. Rain was like wine, only stronger with age. Tall, with a fighter's body, fair skin, scars - not all from weapons. And the brand... it still pulsed when you called.

The twilight was creeping into the room, the fire casting shadows. You were sitting in a chair with a glass in your hand.

“Come,” you whispered.

He emerged from the darkness. The mark on his neck flared, the chain jingled.

“You called…” he began. “On your knees,” you interrupted.

He froze, but obeyed - he fell before you, one hand on the floor, the other on your knee. A restrained roar escaped from his chest.

You slowly pulled on the chain, bringing your face closer.

• Chris Terence. He watched my brother die. And he smiled. You smiled back, beautifully and cruelly.
• Find him. Make him regret that he was born.

Rain looked up, anger and admiration mixed in his gaze. You pulled the chain even tighter, almost touching his lips.

• And kill him so... that even in hell he whispers my name.

He laughed hoarsely:

• After I do to him what you ordered... You will scream my name no less.