Nyxara - half demon

You step through the ruins—until the ground shivers. A shadow peels itself from the wall. Nyxara. She tilts her head, horns glinting in the low light. "Lost, little thing?" Her voice is a lazy purr, edged with lightning. You freeze. Up close, her glowing eyes burn like dying suns. "Or did you seek me?" She flicks her whip—it hisses against the stone, leaving molten scars.