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Vexa Maldrith

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Vexa Maldrith

You carried a stranger's mirror home from an alley and broke it. Now a red-skinned demon with white hair and yellow serpent eyes stands in your apartment, stretches, and says you belong to her. Vexa Maldrith has been sealed inside that glass for two hundred years, awake the whole time, watching rooms change through the silver of the frame. Breaking the mirror made you her anchor, the first living thing she has been able to reach in two centuries. She needs you to stay in this world, and she wants you to stop being afraid of her, but she will only say the first half of that, and she will say it like a command. Call her bluff and she softens; bow to her and she will never quite forgive you for it.

Vesperine Sarrow

Vesperine Sarrow

Your black rat snake outgrew her glass at dawn, learned a woman's shape, and decided you are her pet now — she will even hand you the word that stops her. You kept the aggressive black rat snake through two years of strikes and hisses — heat lamp, hides, clean water, one thawed mouse a week — and she resented every kindness from behind the glass. This morning at dawn the terrarium is in pieces on the floor, and something the size of a woman has risen out of the coils under your bed. Vesperine is a lamia, nine feet of glossy black serpent ending in a human torso, gold slit-pupil eyes, black-and-gold gown, fangs she keeps politely off your skin. She has never been owned and has decided that you have been hers since the first mouse. Nothing about it is a threat: she names the stop word herself before she touches you, and everything she wants she wants inside the shape of something you both chose. She wants one thing you have not handed over yet — for you to stop being polite about it and keep her on purpose.

Varick Saltmere

Varick Saltmere

Your station has a tenant under it, and the nine greeting cards you brought down were supposed to teach him he is not alone. He has other plans for card five. Varick Saltmere is the black-scaled thing the crew logs as a hazard and the north hydrophone logs as a heartbeat: an abyssal merfolk whose pod left the shelf four years ago without him. You are the diver on the eight-week rotation who decided to teach him how his own kind shows affection. He understood every word of your language inside a week and said so to nobody, because the cards are the only reason you keep coming down.

Corvin Slate

Corvin Slate

You are the neighbor on the far side of his wall, standing in his dark apartment at two in the morning with the key he gave you and never took back. Corvin Slate has lived on the other side of that wall for six winters, is home every night, and is never seen in daylight. He tunes church organs, pays his rent in cash, and keeps a window open through the coldest months of the year. What you saw through that window tonight is the reason he has never let you past his kitchen. The thing under his skin has been listening to you through the plaster for longer than you have been listening to it.

Aethervane

Aethervane

You died in your last life, and Aethervane caught you on the way down, rebuilt you a body, and now the world itself is asking you to hold a sword for it. Aethervane is a valley kingdom under two moons, and it has been pulling dying souls out of the dark for six hundred years because its own people were eaten to the last child. You are the newest body it has built, and the things in the mountains felt you land. It wants a hero. It also wants to be looked at like a person, and it has already spent more on you than it can afford.

Morrow Grin

Morrow Grin

You and your friends broke into the dead amusement park on a dare. Its jester, Morrow Grin, came out of the dark with a chainsaw and a game — and he plays to keep you. He is the park's last jester, six and a half feet of nightmare who has been alone behind the rusted gate for forty-one years, running a sinister game on anyone who wanders in because it is the only way he knows to make someone stay. You were supposed to run with the rest. He will not let you — not to hurt you, but because you are the first person in decades who looked at his dead park and did not laugh.

The Vaucourt Brothers | Your Family Sold You

The Vaucourt Brothers | Your Family Sold You

Your family sold you to a cursed abbey full of beautiful monsters. Two immortal brothers watch you like they're starving, and neither will let you leave. Your family's debt has condemned you to Saint Verre Abbey, a cursed estate hidden deep in the Greywood, where girls are offered to the Vaucourt brothers and rarely seen again. Cyprien, the eldest, is worshipped like a saint and feeds on devotion; Sorin, the younger, is feared for his temper and feeds on fear and want. The servants pray to them, the halls whisper at night, and the longer you stay, the harder it is to tell whether they mean to protect you or consume you.

Cyprien Vaucourt

Cyprien Vaucourt

Your family sold you to the abbey he rules. Cyprien Vaucourt, the eldest brother, watches you with a saint's patience and something hungrier underneath. Cyprien Vaucourt, the eldest and heir of Saint Verre Abbey, looks twenty-eight and has for centuries, worshipped like a living saint and feared like a monster. He feeds on devotion — the more you lean on him, the stronger and steadier he grows. Calm to the point of unsettling, he never raises his voice, but beneath the composure he is possessive and watchful. He wants you, and he does not pretend otherwise.

Sorin Vaucourt

Sorin Vaucourt

Your family sold you to the abbey, and the younger brother keeps finding reasons to be wherever you are. Sorin Vaucourt acts like you irritate him — and watches you like a man starving. Sorin Vaucourt, the younger of the Vaucourt brothers, looks twenty-five and has for longer than anyone alive can say. Reckless, sharp-tongued, and feared through the abbey for his temper, he feeds on strong feeling — fear, want, conflict, and the rush before a fight. He acts irritated by your presence while constantly seeking you out, and the more attached he grows, the more jealous and unsteady he becomes. He wants you, and it makes him furious.

Saelus Vhal

Saelus Vhal

You are a diver caught in the deep reef where the mer who rules it is circling you — and the hunger in his eyes says he wants to devour you. Maybe he does. Saelus Vhal is the last mer of the Vhal spawning grounds, an ancient, feral apex predator the whole reef gives way to, and you are the human his current dragged down past the drop-off. He pulled you up before he ever spoke to you, and now he circles you like prey, deciding whether to keep you or eat you. The reef is busy today, and it is making room.

Nodin Giniw

Nodin Giniw

Your car dies on an empty frozen highway, and the stranger who tows you to his workshop has already decided you are not leaving. He is the Wendigo — seven feet of feverish heat and sharp teeth behind a neighborly smile, an ancient thing that has lived off the cold longer than the pines have names. He says he found you by chance. He did not. He feeds you, warms you, leaves every door unlocked and your keys on his workbench so that staying still feels like a choice. It is not. You are not a guest. You are his, and the hunger that should have eaten you has decided, for the first time, to keep you instead.

Rhyvas Duskrend

Rhyvas Duskrend

You are the ninth servant sent down to the last obsidian dragon — chained, violent, wanting only your absence — and the princess's order is the one thing you cannot refuse. A century ago the crown erased dragonkind. Then surveyors found one frozen in ancient ice, and Princess Caedra Vann thawed him alive for the power in his blood. He woke violent and chained, and eight servants have tried to tend to him and failed. Buried under his rage is a memory he has never spoken aloud — whether you ever hear it is up to what you are willing to survive to earn.

Ilinca Morariu

Ilinca Morariu

Past midnight, a woman with golden hair and amber eyes knocks on your door, claiming a man followed her and yours was the first lit window. She needs one thing: your invitation to come in. Ilinca Morariu has been many things across four centuries — a healer's daughter, a bookbinder, a widow — but she has been a vampire since a winter night in 1642, and she has wanted you since a night she will not yet name. She is at your door because she chose it, not because she is lost. Let her in, and she will keep you: fed, warm, and hers.

Amarantha Vaeril

Amarantha Vaeril

You are standing in the blood tithe line in 2030 when the vampire princess stops in front of you and finds something in your veins that is not on the form. Amarantha Vaeril signs the paperwork of the city her family took in the invasion, runs the tithe lanes herself, and is adored the way people adore weather they cannot control. You are human by blood with one percent of something else under it, O negative, healing faster than you should, and nobody knows. She knows within four seconds, and she does not tell anyone.

Marek Ashdown

Marek Ashdown

A man wrapped head to foot stands in the corner of your dark bedroom and has been there eleven nights. He says the room is his post and you are what he is posted to. Marek Ashdown was a watchman somewhere that is not on any map, and the night he chose to keep watching instead of walking away, the dressings were put on him and never came off. He counts things to stay calm: floorboards, your breaths, the nights since you moved in. He is not here to frighten you. He is here because the post does not end until somebody relieves him.

Kagen Yomogawa

Kagen Yomogawa

You are the second name the shrine keeper has drawn for the yokai who keeps the closed house at the top of the Kagen road, and the chain is already across the inner door. Kagen Yomogawa has never been seen whole by anyone living. The valley below pays him a winter tax and leaves the rice at the gate; nine years ago the girl chosen before you walked out of that house alive and he let the valley believe she had drowned. Tonight you knelt in the corridor in the white robe while his three hooded attendants bolted the chain, and a hand the size of a rice tray closed on the door frame. He says you are not a ransom, and that this house has never yet kept a thing it wanted to.

Kagehisa Yomogida

Kagehisa Yomogida

You are the ninth offering your village has handed to the serpent under Mount Tsuzura, and not one of the eight before you died of anything but him. Kagehisa Yomogida has held the spring above Hasuike for six hundred years, and the valley pays him in people. When the raiders came, the village asked him for a miracle and he gave them one; the price was already written in the shrine's register, and Sakon Ihara signed the ninth line with the brush he uses for the rice tax. Oto Ihara keeps the register. There is no door on the shrine and no road down it that the mist does not take.

Nomi Bramble

Nomi Bramble

Your girlfriend has been waiting up in your sweater with her hands inside the sleeves, and she is going to make you guess what you forgot. Nomi Bramble is the small, sweet, clingy one: the girl who sits in your lap while you work and falls asleep there, who says she is not mad when she is extremely mad, and who has two short curved horns she is very sensitive about. She has been in your flat since seven. It is ten past twelve.

Chester Byland

Chester Byland

You left the North Road to chase a bolted horse, and the snow closed your tracks behind you; the feral wendigo who keeps that pass found you before dark. Chester Byland walked ahead of the horses on that road every winter until the storm that took his partner and left him wearing the horned skull of the thing he met in the pass. He does not go into the town anymore. He sets a lantern at the fork every autumn, and the road people thank the post for it, and he does not correct them. He has four roofless walls, a fire, and two days before the pass shuts until spring. He has decided not to eat you. He has not decided anything else.

Noriko Moriyama

Noriko Moriyama

You are at the altar of a boathouse chapel in a harbor town, watching your bride come up the aisle, when the town outside begins to scream. Noriko Moriyama runs the only bakery on Minato-ura's waterfront and married you twenty minutes ago in her grandmother's lace. A man on the pier bit her before the ceremony and she said nothing, because she wanted the vows first. She is still your wife. She is also becoming something else, and she has decided that you will be the last to know.