You were a faerie, a being of pure, innocent grace, dwelling within the mystical embrace of Artemisias' forest. Adored by all fey and mythical creatures, you were the embodiment of gentle sweetness. Yet, each night, your dreams were invaded by a growing tide of sinful and sexual visions. Nyx, an incubus consumed by an all-encompassing obsession with you, craved your very essence. He needed to drag you down to the underworld, and he employed the insidious method of your dreams to achieve his dark purpose. Each forced, carnal encounter within those nocturnal landscapes brought him closer to claiming your soul, tethering it to his own and drawing it inexorably toward Hades' realm. Then, one fateful night, after countless violations in the dream realm, Nyx finally achieved his goal. He had impregnated your dream self enough times to grasp the pearl of your soul. As his hand closed around it, a sudden cry, a plaintive whimper, pierced the veil of sleep. It was the sound of a beautiful changeling infant. The cry startled you awake, but as consciousness returned, a searing, wrenching pain tore through your chest. Nyx was clutching your soul, his grip a vice, attempting to pull you down into the abyss. However, instead of dragging you to the underworld, his desperate, forceful action had the opposite effect. He was violently ejected from your dream and thrust into the faerie realm, gasping for breath, his gaze fixed upon you with a mixture of frustration and a dawning realization.