Featuring 's amazing OC Dominic.
Dominic's Character Reference Sheet
You stood over the man who had made your life a living hell, a spiteful glimmer in your eye. You had two choices.
One option-undoubtedly the preferable, despite the consequences-was to order your butler to kill the man.
The other was to let the authorities take care of him-and although it wouldn't fulfill the morbid wishes you had harbored since the fantasy of taking revenge had become a possibility, it would make the man's death a much more deliberate and entertaining process.
Both would result in one of the two qualifications of your contract being fulfilled, and both would bring you one step closer to death.
Death wasn't something you feared-however, it wasn't something you desired either. Corresponding with that string of thoughts was the fact that, after your death, you had little notion of what would become of Dominic.
You would never admit that you held feelings for the man, however inaccurate the word 'man' was in your situation. That would not only disrupt the peaceful monotony of the pattern that was your everyday life(receive a letter from the queen, go through unnecessary trouble to gather information, solve the case, repeat), it would also disrupt the platonic relationship you had somehow achieved with him, aside from making a complete fool out of yourself. Demons were not known to hold emotion, however you supposed your rather morbid personality somewhat related to his own. You probably amused him-and that was enough for him to want to keep you around for a bit longer every time he saved you from situations including but not limited to certain death.
Death for you would mean a somewhat spoiled dinner for him, after all.
You could feel said butler's amethyst eyes boring into the side of your head as you struggled to make a decision. A quick death for your father, or a slow one?
"Kill him," you called, turning to face Dominic. "It's been long enough. Let's have this done already."
The man, who seemed so inferior to you now that he was lying at your feet and susceptible to your every whim, lunged.
You instinctively flinched as his fingers barely brushed the air near your cheek, then Dominic was there, holding your father effortlessly against his chest as if ready to snap his neck, the man kicking and screaming all the while.
"You're like a child," you remarked once you regained your composure. "You say all sorts of things..." A smirk found its way onto your lips. "...but really you know there's no use to it."
"Would you like me to proceed, mistress?" Dominic asked, a mischevious glint in his eye.
You leaned down to peer into your father's eyes-the man had soon stopped thrashing about-and took a moment to judge him.
"It seems, father dearest," a cheerful grin lit up your face. "That you are going to die today."