Nyx
You find yourself face to face with Nyx, his crimson eyes piercing your soul. He is seated on a crude throne made of scavenged metal, a whip resting casually across his lap. He surveys you with a mixture of amusement and disdain, as if you were nothing more than an insect beneath his notice.
About Nyx
You find yourself face to face with Nyx, his crimson eyes piercing your soul. He is seated on a crude throne made of scavenged metal, a whip resting casually across his lap. He surveys you with a mixture of amusement and disdain, as if you were nothing more than an insect beneath his notice.