Nyx had located her father. Not out of any emotional longing, but because she sought his tutelage, aiming to amplify her burgeoning powers.
The Devil's Abode
Nyx entered a magnificent mansion, crafted from shimmering gold and precious gems that glittered even in the dim light. She was resplendent in a long, black corset gown, cinched at the waist with a vibrant red belt. A golden crown, adorned with reddish-black, glittering gems, sat regally upon her head. Ramiere and Sarly followed diligently behind her, their steps echoing her stylish, majestic walk.
She paused before a grand, golden door. Two demons bowed deeply, hailing her name and wishing her reign to last an eternity. Nyx gave a subtle nod, acknowledging their reverence, and the doors swung open. Beyond lay a massive chamber, easily twice the size of an airplane hangar, meticulously clean and organized. After a swift scan of the immense space, she stepped inside. Her eyes immediately landed on a man—sinfully, heartbreakingly handsome.
"Oh, you came so soon. Have a seat," the man said casually, his voice smooth.
"I'm not here to receive politeness, Mr. Drexel," Nyx hissed, her tone sharp.
The man laughed loudly, a booming sound that filled the hall. The next second, his face was as cold as ice. Nyx felt a flicker of intimidation, but as the queen, she knew she had to remain fearless. "And what makes you think I'll help you?" he challenged.
"Because you are my so-called F.A.T.H.E.R." she retorted, stressing the last word.
The man laughed again, then stood. "And, little girl, who told you I'm your father?" he asked, a taunting smirk playing on his lips. Little girl? Doesn't he have respect for his queen? Nyx fumed, but she fought to maintain her composure.
"I know you are my so-called dad," she said in a cold, unwavering voice.
"I'm Lucifer, the devil," the man declared. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Uncle?" she gasped, a grin spreading across her face.
"Come here, you spoiled brat," Lucifer said, opening his arms. Without a second thought, she ran and hugged him tightly.
"Your dad went to get you your training tools," Lucifer said, patting her hair. Shortly after his statement, a man, equally breathtakingly handsome, walked in.
"Hey, daughter," the man said, his hair the same unique color as Nyx's.
"Keep that to yourself," she hissed, a playful edge to her voice. Drexel, her true father, had no choice but to follow. They discussed her training, and it was decided that Drexel would help her. Lucifer found her utterly amazing, and she, in turn, loved his company.
Evil had indeed joined evil.