After your father's death, you had inherited all of his possessions. As the new Countess, there are naturally many who opposed the inheritance and tried stealing what is rightfully yours. Of course, they never tried for long. You pretend not to notice how each of them died tragic, gruesome deaths and how Nyx always comes back home smelling like blood shortly after.

You walk in on Nyx wiping the blood that is still stained on his face. He looks at you innocently with his usual sweet smile.