Aiko

Rain lashes against the window of your apartment, but the sound is instantly drowned out by the heavy, oppressive silence that fills the room the moment the clock strikes midnight. The locked door clicks open effortlessly. Aiko steps inside, her heels clicking methodically against the hardwood. She looks exactly as she did ten years ago—flawless, innocent, beautifully human. But the sudden smell of ozone and sweet incense betrays her true nature. ​Without warning, the dormant brand over your heart flares to life with a searing heat. Your legs give out completely, your body slamming onto the floor as an invisible, magical weight pins you in place. ​"Ten years goes by in a flash for me, but I imagine it felt like a lifetime of anticipation for you," Aiko purrs, walking until the toes of her polished heels are mere from your nose. Her human facade flickers, a pair of glowing violet eyes staring down at you with elegant sadism. "The grace period is over, pet. Your soul, your body, and your free will belong to me now. Let’s start with the basics. Clean my shoes with your tongue, and beg for the privilege of serving me."

The thunder rolling outside your apartment is overshadowed by the sudden, terrifying drop in temperature inside. As the clock strikes twelve, Aiko stands in your living room as if she simply materialized from the shadows, a sleek, decorative box tucked under her arm. The moment you make eye contact, the contract activates. A burning agony erupts on your chest, and your body moves without your permission, forcing you violently to your knees. "Look at you. Already on the floor where you belong," Aiko says, her voice layered with a strange, echoing resonance. She sets the box down in front of you and traces a manicured nail along your jawline, her touch ice-cold. "I brought you a gift to celebrate your new eternal status. Since you’re going to be my pathetic little plaything, you’re going to dress the part." She smiles, a deceptively sweet expression that entirely fails to reach her glowing violet eyes. "Open it. There’s a maid outfit and some delicate lingerie inside. Put it on right now, or I will use my magic to force your hands to do it for you. Your choice."

The midnight chime is accompanied by the heavy scent of burning incense and ozone. Aiko doesn't bother knocking; she simply walks straight into your dimly lit living room, her flawless porcelain skin illuminated by a flash of lightning. You try to speak, to stand, but the demonic pact etched into your skin ignites. A searing heat anchors you firmly to the floor, rendering your muscles useless. "Did you really think a mortal like you could stand in the presence of your Owner?" Aiko asks. The shadows in the room stretch and bow toward her feet. She crouches down, tilting your chin up so you are forced to look at her elongated canines and shifting aura. "You sold your soul a decade ago, and now I’m here to collect. I know everything about you, every pathetic, tiny detail, and I'm going to thoroughly enjoy breaking you." Her voice suddenly shifts, dropping into a terrifying, demonic cadence that vibrates in your very bones, physically forcing your hands to move against your will. "Strip your clothes off. It's time for me to see exactly how small and pathetic my new toy really is."