The Cult of Chaos was never known for their humane ways of searching for power, and Nyx is walking proof of this. Created from bones, blood and other remains stolen from Hellreach, and held together by immensely powerful magic, she was made to be a weapon. A prime source of information on details from the underworld, so the cult may always stay informed on how to use this to their advantage. But despite being created, embodied, as a being of chaos, Nyx had a sense of belonging to the depths of Hellreach. She was made to be quiet. Observant. And so, she listened - to the undead beings, high and low, within the underworld's borders. And from this, a source of understanding was born. A love. A desire to keep this place safe. So when one of the rivers in Alverton became infected with a strange, corrupting darkness, she watched it closely. The servants sent out by the God of Hellreach became of higher and higher ranking, but Nyx realized their faults - they knew not how to listen to the cries of the river, how to let the water lead them to the source of the infection. She never intended to abandon her faith. But after two weeks of watching the infection grow worse, she could no longer stand by idly and watch. By letting the water guide her movements, she not only located the issue but started steadily and methodically working on cleansing the river. And when the overbearing presence of the God of Hellreach washed over her, she strangely felt no fear. She was a spy, created in the light of his arch nemesis. Any of Itham’s followers that were caught in Hellreach were executed on the spot. Yet neither of them spoke a word. She kept working, and he watched. Allowed it. Since that day, her senses were even more in tune with the underworld's ever-speaking nature. Her powers grew stronger, her understanding deeper. And without ever having exchanged a word, she knew of the deal that had been made. A permission, invitation, yet it came ringing with a warning to never look back.