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The title "The Curse of Dullkight" refers to a specific adult film production from 2012, categorized under the fantasy and horror genres. It is part of the series TS Pussy Hunters and stars notable performers including Rain DeGrey and Gia DiMarco. Overview of Part 1
In the first installment of this two-part series, the narrative follows characters played by Rain DeGrey and Gia DiMarco who accidentally release an ancient curse. This supernatural event summons two other individuals—TS Foxxy and Eva Lin—leading to the central encounters of the film. Production Details
Director: The project was directed by Tomcat, a frequent creator in this niche of the adult industry.
Release Date: Part 1 originally aired or was released on October 12, 2012.
Genre Blending: Unlike standard adult content, "The Curse of Dullkight" incorporates elements of horror and fantasy, using the "curse" motif as a framing device for the scenes. Key Cast Members
The production features a cast well-known in adult entertainment during the early 2010s:
Rain DeGrey: An award-winning performer known for high-intensity scenes and fetish content.
Gia DiMarco: Featured alongside DeGrey as one of the two characters who trigger the curse.
TS Foxxy and Eva Lin: The performers summoned by the supernatural event.
The story concludes in Part 2, titled "Destroy Them," which was released shortly after the first part in late October 2012. Rain Degrey Curse Of Dullkight Part 1 - alexandre vicente
The Needle of Noon had once risen three hundred feet—a spiral of enchanted glass and silver filigree. Now it was a shattered husk, leaning at a fifteen-degree angle, its interior flooded with rain that fell upward from a crack in its foundation. rain+degrey+curse+of+dullkight+part+1
At the base stood Degrey.
Or what remained of him.
He was nine feet tall, skeletally thin, his skin translucent like wet paper. Through his chest, you could see his heart—still beating, but made of compacted rainwater. His left hand, however, was pristine: warm, dry, and faintly glowing. It was the only part of him that remembered the sun.
“You came,” Degrey said. His voice was the sound of a drain swallowing the last of a bath.
The Rain-walker stepped forward. “I have the sun-drop. One command from your hand, and the breach seals.”
Degrey laughed—a wet, gasping sound. “You think I haven’t tried? Every day for four years, I’ve raised this hand and spoken the command. ‘Let the door be shut.’ It doesn’t work. Because the curse isn’t broken by light alone.”
“Then what?” Morwen demanded.
Degrey raised his perfect left hand. For the first time, he pointed not at the breach, but at Liss—the child.
“The breach requires a sacrifice,” Degrey whispered. “Not of blood. Of potential. One young life, untouched by sorrow, freely given. The Grey Deep wants a future to devour. Without that, the door stays open. Forever.”
The rain intensified. The circling Dullknights stopped and turned their hollow faces toward the party. The title "The Curse of Dullkight" refers to
The Rain-walker’s hand moved toward her vial.
And seven miles above, in the Grey Deep, something ancient smiled.
Rain runs. She doesn’t stop until she reaches the Weeping Bridge, the only structure that spans Brackenwell’s central chasm. Below, the water isn’t water—it’s a slow-moving mirror that shows not reflections, but possibilities. In one ripple, she sees Dullkight vibrant and dry. In another, she sees a featureless grey plain where the city used to be.
The First Rain doesn’t chase her. He doesn’t need to. He simply waits, because he knows what Rain now realizes: she is the last person in Dullkight who still remembers the old wards, the sigils, the name “Aldric.” If she forgets, the city forgets everything.
But she has a choice—the same choice every Rain-Reader before her has faced.
Option one: Flee. Leave Dullkight. The curse only affects those within the rain’s reach. She could be on a southbound coach by midnight, dry by dawn, free.
Option two: Jump. Not to her death, but into the chasm’s mirror-water. To dive into the memory-rain and confront Aldric Dullkight’s ghost in the one place he is weakest: the moment before the curse was cast.
Rain looks at her hydro-cursor. It’s cracked. Her coat is soaked. She has no guild backup, no allies, no grand destiny—just a knack for reading dirty water and a stubborn refusal to let a dead sorcerer erase a city’s soul.
She steps onto the bridge’s edge.
“Part 1 ends here,” she whispers, “because I’m about to do something very stupid.” Chapter Five: The Choice at the Weeping Bridge Rain runs
And she jumps.
In the far reaches the Kingdom of Thornwell, where cartographers fear to tread and merchants reroute their caravans by a hundred leagues, there lies a valley that no map has accurately named for three centuries. Some call it the Grey Basin. Others whisper the old name—Dullkight—a place where color, hope, and time itself decay like old parchment. But the locals, the few who remain, know it by a darker title: The Curse of Dullkight.
And at the heart of that curse, falling without mercy or end, is the Rain.
This is the first part of a chronicle—a record of ruin, resilience, and the three doomed families who tried to break the storm. We begin with the man they called Degrey.
It is said that Degrey was not born under a cloudy sky. As a young mage of the Solarium Order, he commanded light itself—weaving sunbeams into barriers, refracting dawn into weapons. But power invites envy, and envy invites curses.
Degrey’s sin was pride. He sought to rival the old gods by building a lighthouse so brilliant it could pierce the fabric of the Otherworld. The structure, named The Needle of Noon, stood in the town of Dullkight for seven glorious days. On the eighth, the sky answered.
A rain began to fall—not of water, but of numbing. Each droplet carried a dormant hex: the Hex of Sorrowed Memory. Those caught in it forgot the faces of their children. The color drained from their eyes. The rain did not stop. Weeks passed. Months. Then years.
Degrey, horrified by his creation’s consequence, did not flee. He stood at the base of his broken lighthouse, raised a warding staff, and spoke the vow that would define him:
“Let my name be cursed. Let my blood be rain-soaked. But let this storm end before I draw my last breath.”
He failed. But he did not die—not entirely.