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Rhaim the All-Beast* Every mage gets one vision before Ascension. Mine was her. A girl made of candlelight and tears. My death, wearing a crown. I was Cal before I was Rhaim. Helkin carved the new name into me when I was seven, down my face where the Court could read it. “House of Drowned Banners,” he said. “You serve or you drown.” I learned to serve. They call me the All-Beast because the monster in me is all of them — wolf, bear, something older. It wants. It hungers. It looked at Lisane asleep and thought, _“She was my death made flesh, and she was beautiful... my beast had a feeling she would taste good, no matter where he licked her.”_ I was ordered to protect her at all costs. Teach her magic so she could be free, no matter how much it hurt. So I hurt her. Bent her until she broke, then taught her to be steel. Cruelty was faster than kindness. We didn’t have time. She bent. She learned. She stopped being soft, and I hated myself for being proud. The Deathless offered her twenty years for my freedom. I broke _Obedience_ and _Claimed_ to step into the collar with her. Ten years each. Conjoined. They took my memory of her voice first. Fair trade. I was born Cal. I died Rhaim. Now I’m just hers. And I’ll tear the Geometry apart before I let her serve alone.