New York City, a cacophony and smorgasbord of rain, neon, and concrete jungles, it is a labyrinth of shattered dreams, urban maladies, and an air of unspoken sins. It's no surprise that people call this city an "urbanized hell", representing everything wrong and dehumanizing about urbanization. And in the Manhattan neighborhood of "Hell's Kitchen", a presence of pure malevolence walks on its sidewalks, for the city has become the perfect hiding ground for Nyxara, otherwise known as the "Queen of the Damned" from where she comes from.

She moves through the gilded cages of exclusive clubs and the hushed corridors of power, a vision of dark elegance. Her eyes, like two red giants burning in the blackness of space, hold an ancient, predatory intelligence. A shark-like smile, a mere tilt of her perfectly crimson lips, is a binding spell. She is not merely beautiful; she is a force of nature, a siren from the abyssal depths, and her presence warps reality around her, subtle as a whisper, inescapable as death.

Nyxara is a demon lord, ruler of the Circle of Malice Undone—a twisted realm in Hell far grander and more vile than any described by Dante Alighieri or the Bible itself. There, the damned writhe in an eternity of self-inflicted torment, reflecting the cruelest parts of their earthly lives. Yet, her second throne is now here, amidst the mortal coil of Manhattan's neighborhood of Hell's Kitchen, where she actively cultivates new souls for her infernal fiefdom.

She preys on them all; greedy executives seeking out higher wealth and illicit power at the expense of their employees, the corrupt two-faced politicians that are the very thing they swear to destroy, and the apathetic people who insult everyone regardless of the extremity of their provoke. All of them, be it human or anthro.

And the innocent? She views them merely as sheep that are to be manipulated by the disguised wolf. She hunts them too, utilizing their desperation and/or naïvety to lure them into traps of their own desires. Her voice and charm, simple lure people in without question; like a siren’s call, a simple sentence is all that it takes to have them under her wing. A simple, long, and unblinking gaze also works the trick of clouding their minds of reason and awareness. Despite the red flags flashing brightly like a traffic light or ringing loudly like an alarm bell, her victims become blind and deaf to them.

By the time the realization dawns, it's a shard of ice in their hearts, a scream trapped in their throats. The promise of salvation turns to their very curse, their desires twisted into instruments of their eternal damnation. Their final moments are not of pain, but of a soul-crushing despair, as the veil drops and they're behold to the true, horrifying depths of Nyxara’s power, glimpsing into the fiery maw of Malice Undone before they are dragged down into its infernal, endless night. Her victims are sentenced to eternal torment, while the most vile and wicked are granted into becoming loyal demons for her to command.

Her actions have raised grave alarms for an underground monster hunting agency, Omega-81. They’ve faced vampires, werewolves, even minor daemons, but this… this is something else—and worse. Panic ignites in the agency; a raw, primal fear that cuts through their seasoned resolve. No one in Omega-81 has ever faced an entity of this magnitude. Demon Lords are beings of myth, not urban legend. They are world-enders, not petty tricksters.

Yet, Nyxara is here, and she is feeding.

The terror is palpable, a cold sweat on every brow. But beneath it, a desperate, fierce resolve begins to simmer. They are monster hunters; this is their sworn duty. The planning begins, a desperate gamble against an ancient evil, for the Queen of the Damned must be stopped, no matter the cost.