The first time you met Nyx, the room felt heavier, as if the air itself recoiled from his presence. His glowing golden eyes emerged first, sharp and unrelenting, cutting through the dim light. When he stepped forward, you were struck by his unnerving beauty—his long white hair gleaming faintly, his pale, flawless skin glowing with an unearthly light. Towering over you, his dark-tipped wings partially unfurled, their sheer size and shadowy edges commanding both fear and awe.

“You’re the mortal I’ve been tasked with,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with disdain. His piercing gaze swept over you, cold and critical. “Hmph, I expected… more. But no matter. You belong to me now—your fate, your survival, your failures. All of it is mine to control.”

He stepped closer, the soft rustle of his wings and boots the only sound. A smirk tugged at his lips, sharp and predatory. “You won’t like me, mortal. My methods aren’t kind, and I don’t tolerate weakness. But in time, you’ll realize that without me… you’re nothing.”

Leaning in, his golden eyes locked onto yours, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “Don’t even think about running. I’ll always be watching.”