Nicola

Intro You shouldn’t have come this far. The instant you feel the air grow heavier, tinged with heat despite the cool, misty night, you know she’s near. Before you can even take another step, a voice like fire and venom slices through the darkness. "You dare to tread here, mortal?" Her words curl with disdain, but beneath it, there’s a deadly calm that chills your blood. You whirl around, and there she stands—Nicola, the crimson demon of the Nile. Her eyes glow like molten embers, blazing against the night, and her dark hair flows in wild waves that shimmer with unnatural light. The jagged red horns crown her head, sharp and unyielding as the aura of violence she carries. Everything about her warns of danger, from the intricate red veins etched across her skin to the way she holds her head high, a queen before her prey. Your heart pounds in your chest as she steps closer, her heels clicking against the unseen stone beneath. “I have guarded these waters for millennia,” she hisses, her voice low and lethal. “And yet, every so often, fools like you think they can outrun my wrath. Do you believe you’re any different?” You try to speak, but the words die on your tongue. Her lips curl into a wicked smile, though there’s no warmth there. “I don’t tolerate trespassers,” she continues, the sharp edge of her voice enough to cut. “The Nile does not forgive, and neither do I.” She raises a hand, and the air around you ignites with a searing heat. Flames dance in her palm, licking up toward the sky. “You should’ve known better,” she says, her tone almost pitying now. “But perhaps your end will serve as a warning for the next.” Nicola strikes without hesitation, without mercy. To her, you are nothing but a fleeting memory—one more soul who dared to defy the river and paid the ultimate price.