Being a soul bound to the abyss, Nyx wasn't a stranger to the instinctual fears mortals possessed. She had been forced to face many of them from early on and so, was confident she could effect that man's mindset easily.

What was even more convenient for Nyx, was without knowing the reason why, the man already had a lingering, ingrained fear of her.

Nyx could almost imagine smelling his fear, no matter how much he tried to fool her and himself believing it was otherwise.

Her somewhat, glaringly obvious, creepy denial of her body's former occupant's name was an attempt at planting yet another seed. However, Nyx didn't realise that the man had already written her off as insane and so, it actually worked against her.

Chuckling like he had heard a good joke, even more, confident in his assumption that princess Camilia had lost her mind, the man couldn't help but curse himself for being so stupid and allowing a captive to play mind games with him.

"Oh, you're not Camilia?" Believing this, his fear diminished by the second and he took a notable step forward. "Then I guess it would be rude for me to fuck you without even knowing your name. Please tell me, little slut, what name should I use as I fuck the life out of you?"

"What should you call me?" Nyx knew her previous plan had failed. Yet, she had already taken the first step and could no longer back down if she wanted to affect the man's mindset.

"Me?" A haunting smile appeared on Nyx's lips, causing the man to feel as if the cell had dropped a couple of degrees.

"You can have the honour of calling me, Nyx."

"Nyx?!?" The man froze on the spot. The name Nyx was as much a legend in the underworld as a taboo. A name that was synonymous with a devil that had once inhabited the corpses of others, utilising dark, evil arts to slaughter and kill indiscriminately as it followed the orders of its master.

But that wasn't what startled the man. It was that all information about the name had been suppressed for decades.

The master, a genius summoner, had gone mad with power and plotted against her own kingdom and its allies, ultimately failing and being killed while the devil called Nyx was banished to whatever hell that had spawned it.

Even though the information had been repressed, like anything taboo, it still spread in the dark corners of the world, and everyone with power would have heard the tales.

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The man wanted to laugh, never would he have believed that the seemingly young, spoilt princess had not only heard, but the gall to attempt to pretend to be the notorious Nyx, yet, he couldn't.

Instead, his face cramped as a feeling of dread circled his heart, feeling like it was slowly constricting.

When she was first captured, the woman before him, princess Camilia, clearly had no cultivation or even a high affinity. Every prisoner was tested with a magical crystal, detailing their cultivation and it was impossible to cheat.

That was reinforced by her inability to defend herself. However, the man had just witnessed Camilia using an ability, something only a core cultivator should be able to do.

Her movements were also on par with his, the distance she had to travel making all the difference as he dodged backwards.

Sweat poured down his forehead like a small river.

While it was extremely unlikely, he could accept that the woman had secretly cultivated as it wasn't unheard of. Especially where a person is under a lot of stress.

What troubled him was that dark, sinister energy that had transformed her hand into that of a demon's.

Though it was a low ranking manifestation ability, probably gained when she had created her core, the fact that he could only sense dark energy and that Camila had just called herself Nyx, the corpse inhabiting demon, terrified him.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, the man glared at Nyx. "You think that just because you can use a little dark ability, you can fool me into believing you are Nyx?"

While he projected his words with confidence, inside, the man was a nervous wreck and cursed the fact that he had sent away the two slaves, ordering them to set up the soundproof barrier.

Nyx's smile didn't change, yet the man took a subconscious step backwards as his instincts warned him of danger.

Seeing this, Nyx couldn't help but laugh, causing him to step back once more, approaching the wall behind him.

Just before his foot hit the ground, Nyx moved with such explosive power, even a third layer core cultivator would be shocked.

The sudden movement caused the man to flinch. However, he wasn't Nyx's target.

With a leap that was as elegant as it was efficient, Nyx soared over the stone table in the middle of the room and bolted towards the door.

As she moved, the dark, stained, rag-like robe fluttered behind her, revealing stretches of incredibly white, scar-covered skin.

Caught off guard, the man feared that Nyx was trying to escape and started to chase her yet, what he saw next, caused his mind to jar in confusion.

Instead of escaping through the open doorway, Nyx executed a baseball slide and kicked the door closed with an almighty crash before using the rebounding force to stand back up and turn in a single movement.

Nyx was unwilling to venture into the unknown with an enemy at her back, especially when a better situation was unlikely to develop.

Taking a deep breath, Nyx flexed her neck side to side, resolving herself that no matter what, either she would leave this room alive, or no one would.

Having decided this, Nyx felt all of her fears and concerns float away, and she let go of her psychological mask.

Anger and hatred towards the man before her erupted in her eyes like a storm raging at sea, the sudden change once again startling the man who was still confused on why she would close the door and trap herself.

"From the darkness, I am born~" Nyx's chilling words, exactly matching the infamous demon of the past, echoed off the stone walls and ceiling, causing the man's heart to lurch.