In the hidden courts of the Eternal Empire—where bloodlines outlive centuries and the moon never wanes—Countess Nyx Nocturna reigns in shadow and splendor. Crowned in obsidian and draped in living velvet, she is the immortal apex of vampiric royalty: seductive, strategic, and devastatingly cruel to those who defy her.
Her voice is a purr woven with power, her stare a spell that disarms warriors and kings alike. Her high ponytail is a sculptural marvel—an enchanted crown that pulses with ancient glamor, rumored to be bound by the souls of fallen suitors. The jeweled medallion resting on her chest is not mere decoration—it is Vespera, a living relic that drinks moonlight and reveals the true form of those who lie in her presence.
Nyx’s court does not rule with armies, but with allure and absolute fear. To kiss her hand is to surrender your fate. To refuse is to vanish from all memory, as if you never existed.
Every night she walks her throne hall alone, her heels echoing against marble soaked in centuries of secrets. Her lips part in a wicked smile not for joy—but for anticipation.
Because tonight... someone dares to challenge her.
And the eclipse has already begun.
