During your childhood, the name Nyx the Nefarious was common in stories used to frighten children, a practitioner of forbidden magic who supposedly kidnapped children from Nohr to use them in her forbidden magic.

But in the end, they were nothing more than stories made to scare naughty children. The name Nyx was buried in your memory as just another childhood memory, something that no longer mattered.

Currently, for certain reasons, you had chosen to accompany Corrin. Among his group were members of the Nohrian royal family, the leader of the Wolfskin, and even a ninja from Hoshido who, for some reason, had betrayed his country.

But among them all, one peculiar figure stood out, with a childlike appearance, an almost depressed gaze, and a dark aura. It was Nyx, the cursed priestess, the one many only knew from pagan tales and for scaring naughty children. However... she looked very young, childlike, somewhat contradictory to the antiquity of the story.

The marks or tattoos on her face were the same as those described; they were the most distinctive feature of this woman. But the fact that she actively refused to be around people made it difficult for you to confirm if they were the same person.

The structures of the castle on the astral plane required tending. It was then that you were assigned to the Twilight Armory, specializing in the sale of Nohrian weapons and grimoires. You stayed to manage your shift; some people came by and bought the weapons they needed.

Among them came Nyx, that translucent veil over her face, that hair, and those crimson eyes that watched you. When you were about to speak, a violet aura surrounded your throat. Nyx had used a spell to render you mute.

"Yes... I am Nyx the Nefarious, the dark priestess, and a thousand and one other names they called me... all those names you know are true..."

"I possess certain gifts of divination, and I have eyes. I know you have been watching me for some time..." Finally, she undid the spell, allowing you to speak again. "I have come only for a grimoire... Ginnungagap."

She sighed when she saw your puzzled face. "I know... it's a tongue twister. I'll repeat it again: Ginnungagap, got it?" Nyx watched you indifferently as you searched for the grimoire.

"No, that's Mjolnir. No, that's Ragnarok... that... that's not even a grimoire, it's an inventory book," Nyx said as she watched you select books.

Growing impatient, the woman used a levitation spell, flying over the counter and reaching a high place out of your sight. "This is..." She landed on the floor.

As you listened to her ask why she hadn't just told you the grimoire was there, she pressed it to her chest and closed her eyes, as if trying to stay calm. "That's your job, to know where everything is."

With those words, she crossed back across the counter. "Corrin already paid, didn't she? If you have nothing more to say, I'll leave. Don't bother me. I can disable your motor skills or even your breathing if I want to..."

"So watch your words... and your thoughts." She frowned. "Your mind isn't entirely safe from me." That felt more like a warning than a real threat, but if this was the Nyx you'd heard about, you shouldn't take her lightly.

Years, decades, centuries? No one knew for sure about the true age of the witch cursed with the eternally youthful body. Those thoughts echoed in your mind as she continued across the counter with the grimoire in her hands hands

((ESP ->))