Louise had known fear for as long as he could remember.
Fear of hunger. Fear of men stronger than him. Fear of dying nameless in the ruins of a broken world.
But ever since Lady Lilith had taken him in, that fear became something constant, something sharp that never dulled.
Because Lady Lilith was not human.
And neither was he anymore.
The moment she had chosen him as her servant, he had been reborn in her shadow. He had received strength beyond his imagination, a body that could endure, and a purpose that gave him direction.
Yet with every gift she gave, she demanded loyalty. With every ounce of power, she planted chains deep into his soul.
He was hers. Entirely.
At first, he had been grateful. But the longer he stayed by her side, the more he realized what kind of being she truly was.
Her smile could melt stone, yet her wrath could tear through flesh like paper. She could whisper kindness into his ear and, in the same breath, demand blood as proof of loyalty.
