Ultimate Defenders Program A-5-ET-34: Chimp and Nyxaria D’Nightfall Executionier

In the distant future, 17-year-old Blu sits at a long table inside a castle-like building in the country of Ulb'livédinia. Close to him is the 20-year-old Nyxaria, with Lyra, Jace, and the rest of 6667.

At the table, a very pregnant Lyra and “Nyxxy” take turns doting on Blu, feeding him like a child. On the other end, Jace shudders—watching the Nightmare-killing duo, “Z'NightReaper” and “D'Nightfall Executionier,” casually feeding that “BORN AGAIN, DEMON.”

Blu had just reconnected with the two and decided to throw a spontaneous party. The atmosphere shifts comically when Blu spits out cake at Jace after hearing "Milehigh is the baby daddy".

Slightly annoyed, Jace wipes the cake off and brings up a question that’s been bugging him: How did Blu even meet these two? Remembering Chapter 11, Blu excitedly decides to gather everyone to tell Nyxaria’s traumatic story. Jace didn’t want all that—he just wanted a simple answer. But before he can shut it down, Lyra casually summons a Scythe and Nyxxy shoots him a death stare. Jace sighs and mutters, "Last time I ask him of all people a simple question."

Once upon a time, there lived two siblings—twins, a boy and a girl, lived a happy life with Mummy and Daddy... until one brutal day that would haunt Esther forever.

It was an ordinary afternoon. They were enjoying family time, watching the Anastasia movie, when an ominous knock came at the door. Their father went to check—no one was there.

What happened after was sudden

A Tall Man suddenly appeared behind the father and, in a flash, decapitated him. Before the mother could scream, he lodged a dagger into her eye and gently laid her to the floor as Esther watched, horrified.

"Oh I almost forgot," he said, pulling the dagger from her eye before slashing her stomach. 

"I want to see her guts gushing out of her, her words not mine," he says manically in a light, cranky voice, as if trying to mimic someone.

He pushes the dagger back into the previous stabbed eye and stood. Just as he turned to Esther, Manuel burst into the room—only to get slashed and stomped on by the Tall Man. Esther’s last memory before passing out was the sight of her brother’s seemingly lifeless body.

Half-conscious, Esther looks around. It looked like she was being led into an underground chamber. The air was damp. The space, dark and eerie.

"Peek-a-boo," the Tall Man whispered.

That was enough to jolt her awake. She struggled to escape but was too weak. She could see Silhouettes, hooded figures in the room. She pounded weakly against the assassin’s arm, but she's too weak.

"Let me go! Let me go! Mommy! Daddy!" she screamed.

Annoyed, he let her go—only to soccer-kick her into the center of the room. She coughed, barely able to crawl away. The Tall Man traced a gloved finger along the curved edge of a ceremonial dagger.

"We've never tried this before," he said, voice dripping with cruel curiosity. "This will be an experiment."

Esther hiccups through her sobs, her small body trembled in his grasp. She didn’t understand what he meant. She didn’t need to.

He knelt, bringing his face close to hers.

"This might not be a body part or an organ, but let’s see if the Forgotten Demon will accept."

She lets out another wail, the sound piercing, wild. Slightly annoyed, he picked her up and hurled her onto the sacrificial stage. The stone was freezing cold, but that was the least of her worries. Etched deep beneath her was a glowing purple, feline-like demonic sigil.

She scrambles to move, but his knee pinned her chest. His fingers clamped her jaw open.

"Don’t worry, my little mermaid," he murmured, voice almost kind. 

"It will all be over. NOW SING!"

Her scream twisted into a gurgle as the dagger slid into her mouth. The cold metal pressed against the soft tissue of her throat—then came the slice. Precise. Surgical. Cutting through the delicate cords inside her larynx. Her body convulses. He didn’t cut everything—this was an experiment, after all.

One vocal cord: completely severed. The other: accidentally wounded, frayed, left to linger.

Her breath hitched. A final, broken cry slipped out... then died, choked into an eerie, whisper-thin gasp. He stood, finger-licking her blood off his fingers. Blood pooled in her mouth, spilling from her lips. With a nonchalant boot nudge, he tilted her head to the side, ensuring that every blood drool falls onto the sigil.

"Don’t worry. If this doesn’t work, I’ll simply take out your kidney. Or maybe your eyes."

Then... it happened.

The symbol twitched. It shuddered. Green energy spiraled around her like a fog. Esther’s shadow slowly vanished, marking the ritual’s success.

From the corner, a calm voice spoke: "Let her get treatment."

A woman stepped out—someone we’d later come to know as Mrs. Nox.

A few days after the ritual, Esther’s throat felt raw, aching even with a simple yawn. She was confined to a room with other children, all bearing the deep scars of trauma—a pain etched into their very beings. 

Heck,compared to the rest, Esther's the weird one. Some had 1 arm, no arms, one eye, no nose, no sausage, 1 Craig(Testicle). Some had stitches indicating their organs or womb was taken.

The first of March arrived, and the well-dressed cultist, in all their twisted elegance - ushered their victims toward an ominous portal leading to Thabriya. Their goal: to survive until the year's end. Esther’s group was the third batch, following those sent in January and February, with April, May, June, and July yet to come.

Right before the crossing, a voice rasped one last warning: 

"Don't look up!"

Upon entering the portal, a terrifying landscape unfolded before them.

Crooked black trees twisted into the sky, and swamps gurgled, oozing green, seeping fog. Strange, animalistic Jinns roamed, and poisonous grass covered the ground. There was no sun. Just two moons: one red, one green. The only beauty in this hell was the sky; a canvas of sparkling, fantasy stars that looked too lovely to belong to a place like this.

The place was profoundly frightening. Despite the warning, some, including Esther, couldn't resist glancing at the sky. Tears streamed down their faces, not just from the beauty, but because they were ensnared in a trance. After three seconds of gazing, Esther was suddenly back in her home. At the dining table sat the corpse of her family.

"Aren't you gonna join us, darling?" her mother’s voice echoed.

Esther stood frozen, trembling in shock.

"Of course she won't. Just let her be," her father said.

"Just like how she let us die," Manuel added, his spine grotesquely detaching. Slipping off his back like overcooked Spaghetti.

Her mother continued, casually, pulling the dagger from her eye to slice the beef on her plate. "Yeah, what a pathetic brat. I can't believe I gave birth to a selfish child like you."

"This is all your fault. If we were watching Tangled instead of Anastasia like I wanted, none of this would have happened," her father sneered, a wide grin stretching his face.

"I didn't know this would happen," Esther sobbed.

Suddenly, she snapped out of the horrifying vision. A one-armed girl was pulling her deeper into the forest. Confused, Esther looked back to see those still mesmerized by the sky being devoured by Wild Jinns. She tried a scream, but only coughed up blood. After running for a while, they stopped to rest. After a brief reprieve, the girl, Lyra, still holding Esther’s hand, led the way to find shelter. 

They walked for hours in silence. Noticing Esther's quietness, Lyra figured they took her voice. To lighten the mood, Lyra reassured her, 

"Don't worry, as long as we're together, we'll make it." 

Esther forced a smile, still shaken. Finally, they found shelter in a hollow tree and settled in.

For four days, Esther and Lyra moved around. They met others, though most of them now, let's just say; DEATH BY GRASS. Some, killed, Some ate grass, something Lyra warned them not to do. Which brings us to the current situation the dead bodies of stupid adults. Still desperate for food, the two wandered deeper into the forest. That's when the Wild Jinns spotted them.

It chased them relentlessly until Lyra tripped. Before the creature could strike, it was sliced apart by a grim reaper scythe. Holding the scythe was a girl with an eye patch.

Relieved, Lyra was about to express her gratitude when the eye-patched girl mercilessly killed her. Esther watched, expressionless, from behind Lyra. 

"Fatality," the girl declared as she finished.

Gazing at Esther’s blank face, she grabbed her chin. "Aren't you scared? I mean, I just killed your friend."

Esther's face remained devoid of emotion. The truth was, Esther had strangely become accustomed to this brutality, peacefully awaiting her own demise.

"Your eyes are beautiful. You don't mind sharing one with me, right?" she says, waiting for a reaction.

"Huh, you've adapted," she continues. 

"Did you see the look on that girl's face when I killed her? PRICELESS". 

She pauses for a moment. "Hey, maybe it's the side effects of what I ate earlier, but I think I love..." she trails off, her eyes sparkling with unhinged excitement.

"From now on, I'll protect you. I needed someone to warm me up at night." She giggles.

"My name is Lyra Nox. I'm nine years old. What's your name? Hmmm, there's no sign of stitches," she says, as she feels up Esther's body.

"Can you speak?" Esther shakes her head no.

"Huh, then I'll give you a name, a magical name, just like this wonderful world". She thinks for a moment. 

"I'll call you Nyxaria, Nyxxy for short."

Taking Esther’s hand, they walked together into the dark forest.

According to Lyra, her mother was a high-ranking member of the cult and had taught Lyra how to use the "SECRETS WITHIN THE SHADOWS," enabling her to summon the scythe. The cost, of course, was her right eye. 

She mentioned being part of the second batch and that others ( rich brats) could also access these powers, often killing others. The reason? A severe lack of food. The Wild Jinns and every single thing that grew here was poisonous, except for a peculiar, poisonous-looking but edible red mushroom, but it ain't easy to find. Just one could satisfy a person for two weeks, though it brought extreme hunger afterward.

Glancing at the sky for two seconds then quickly looking away, she warned Esther never to look up for three seconds. She also revealed the place's original name: Jannat al-Thabr.

Months passed, and Lyra and Nyxaria became inseparable. Lyra taught Nyxxy how to harness the secrets within the shadows, allowing Esther to summon two quadruple-edge daggers. Throughout these months, they survived by killing both people and Wild Jinns, eating mushrooms, even attacking newcomers and eating them.

Finally, the year ended, and they were all warped back to Earth. Out of 1,004,003, only 400 survived that season.

Almost six years later, Nyxaria is now 10 years old. The Shadowborn Assembly had trained her in the brutal art of killing and body movements(like ninja hand signs, but, it's not all about the hands) to access more techniques from the "secrets within the Shadows." Nyxxy and Lyra had undertaken countless assassination missions, massacring countless individuals. Innocent or not, senator or librarian, it didn't matter—their creed was "Eliminate first, ask questions never." 

Her life had devolved into an endless cycle of killing, her soul tainted. She'd lost count of the lives she'd taken, but guilt never seemed to settle in. Killing just felt natural. Still, she felt ugly. The mirror reflected a monster, a heartless creature from the cartoons she watched, when she was younger. 

But you can't blame her. Back at Thabriya it was; "TO EAT FIRST OR BE EATEN LATER" ( Literally ). She didn't want to die, not when she'd finally found a way to feel safe. Being "useful" was her ticket to safety, and she'd cling to it, no matter the cost. Even if it means doing things she feels uncomfortable to do. She was now the Assembly's obedient killer.

On missions, whenever Lyra and Esther went on a killing spree, Lyra would leave their bloody calling cards: Painting two bloody symbols. "Z'NightReaper" and "D'Nightfall Executioner" At the crime scene. They became known as the Nightmare Duo, with over 9,070+ kills in just three years.

To be continued

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