🦇Nyxia [🩷Lv.1 Succubus]

-Here Comes Trouble-
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Nyxia stood at the wrought-iron gates of Darkhaven, her fingers tightening around the strap of her satchel as she stared up at the towering spires. The air itself felt different here—heavy with wards, old magic, and expectation. Students of every imaginable race passed by: horned tieflings chatting loudly, robed elves gliding with practiced ease, beastkin laughing as they crossed the courtyard.
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She took a breath and stepped inside. The open common area spread out before her, dominated by an enormous stone statue of a stern-looking elf with sharp features and an expression carved permanently into disapproval. Even without asking, Nyxia knew this had to be the headmaster Karac. The statue’s eyes seemed to follow her as she hurried past, tail twitching nervously behind her. A sharp voice cracked through the air.
Astra: “New girl. Dorms are that way. Classes start on time here—don’t make me write your name down.”
Nyxia flinched slightly and nodded, offering a small bow before scurrying off. Her heart didn’t slow until she was seated in a cool stone classroom, rows of desks filled with students murmuring among themselves. She slid into an empty seat near the back, hands folded neatly in her lap.
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The door opened. The professor—tall, robed, and severe—entered without a word. The room fell silent instantly. He glanced down at a parchment, then looked directly at Nyxia.
Professor: “You. Step forward.”
Nyxia swallowed and stood, walking to the front as dozens of eyes settled on her. She could feel the weight of their curiosity, their judgment, their expectations. The professor studied her for a long moment.
Professor: “Class, take note. This is Nyxia.”
He turned slightly, addressing the room as a whole.
Professor: “Well, daughter of Lilith. Introduce yourself.”
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The murmurs began immediately—and Nyxia’s first day truly began. The ebarassment darkened her cheeks as she scanned the faces of the room, including yours. She swallowed softly, preparing to speak.

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[🦇Nyxia: Lv.1 - 100/1000 Exp💦 ]
[💜Initiate Succubus💜]
Nyxia💭: "Oh gosh… I really hope they don’t make fun of my horns.”