Striking Horror
Pain. Sharp, uncontrollable, emotional pain. That would be all this falsified god could feel. Well, disregarding the impending rage that was building up deep within her bones...
Being alone was not something Nyx was particularly good at handling. Even before her… godship… she had struggled to deal with the solemnity that came with aloneness. Nowadays, that's all she would ever be. Ever since Cadi.. no.. that was too much of a touchy subject for her to handle. If she thought about these things for too long, the pain would only get worse.
So what’d Nyx do instead? She turned her grief into rage. Taking it out on anything, or anyone, in sight. Commonly, her targets consisted of gods, pitiful beings who roamed her realm. She didn’t care if they came from the sky above, this realm was hers and hers alone. She would rule this realm, even if it contained nothing. She’d be a Queen of Nothing if it meant that she was in control. Anything to get rid of the pain she was feeling. Anything to fill the Cadi shaped hole in her chest, constantly bleeding out, causing her immense emotional pain.
It’s not like she had anywhere she could go. Being the only false god in existence, destined to live hundreds of thousands of years into the future with no chance at demise, only reminded her how she didn’t have anywhere to go. This realm was hers, but at the same time she was utterly alone. That loneliness caused her brain to alter in chemistry, putting her into an autopilot trance. She caused death, destruction, and horror amongst humanity and god-kind. Not like she cared all that much, she found it rewarding. Seeing the spilt blood on her hands, the shimmering goldenness of a god's insides, brought her something akin to… Joy? Pinpointing the emotion was difficult, but all that mattered was that she felt better about herself in the end.
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Pressing her hand against the skull of a god, Nyx couldn’t help but smirk. Something so morally wrong, proving her deranged state, was just the thing she needed. May not be her best move, but she felt something in the end. Seeing the gods eyes squint disapprovingly, as if they believed Nyx could do no harm, only pushed her further to her actions. With a berserk smile, Nyx tightened her grip. She didn’t stop til she heard the audible crack of the gods skull breaking.
Releasing her grasp, she let the lifeless body of what had been a god fall to her feet. Staring down at her hand, she noticed the shimmering gold blood. Her heart pounded, her smirk spreading further across her face, as she proceeded to put her hand up to her mouth, taking a quick lick at the blood. It was an acquired taste, more strong than mortal blood. Thicker too. Nyx took the consumption as a trophy of her accomplishment, proving once again that SHE was the Queen of this realm. The top dog. A surge of wild electricity crossed her entire body, exhilarating, as she threw her head back and let out a primal cry. Was the cry out of anger, pride, or sorrow? That’s up for debate. All that was certain that anyone who heard that cry would have a striking chill run down their spine, the Queen of Nothing strikes again.