At midnight, Nyxarte rose. The sky was a velvet canvas behind the icicle windows. Niko was curled up like a warm droid burrito, softly mumbling in his sleep.
She kissed his forehead, pulled her glowing shawl around her, and stepped into the cold night. Her fingers lit up with power as she whispered an ancient command only star-born beings knew:
"Open. Gate of flame and memory. Take me where the dead still whisper my name."
A portal burst open. Hell itself reached out.
She walked through it.
The air smelled of rust, sorrow, and TV static.
She landed softly in Pentagram City—charred yet alive. The streets pulsed with neon sin and cigarette smoke. But she wasn't here for nostalgia.
"Vox?" she called out.
And there he was.
Leaning against a glitchy sign, red glasses shimmering, screen-face flickering like old VHS. He turned, eyes wide.
"Nyx...? Starshine? Baby... is that you?"
They hugged. His arms trembled like low signal. He looked tired. Older. Glitchier. But he hugged her like he never stopped being her dad.
From behind him came Alastor, grinning with fangs out and voice still that haunting, polite old-radio tone.
"My my my! If it isn't our little nova-child."
"Daddy!" she ran to him, nearly tackled him down in joy.
They talked for hours. Old wounds, new laughs, everything in-between. Until a third voice entered:
"You're the kid?" It was smooth, velvety, and a bit... flirtatious.
Enter: Valentino.
He was lounging like a sleazy king, sipping some soul-flavored wine, but there was curiosity in his eyes.
"Well damn, Vox. Al. You didn't tell me I had a new daughter."
Nyxarte stared at him. Glitter horns, silk coat, wings like TV static... and something in her heart said this fits.
"...I'm Nyxarte. Third-father?"
"Heh. You can call me Val. Or Daddy Val, if you like."
"...You're lucky I'm not throwing you."
But she hugged him anyway.
And suddenly—she had three dads. Three legacies. Three shadows.
And a portal to the living still open behind her.
She'd return to Niko... but something had changed. She wasn't just a goddess.
She was the daughter of Hell's kings.
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Static Stars & Binary Scars
Fanfiction🌠 Nyxarte Velzorynth wasn't born - she was. A red dwarf star who crash-landed to Earth, caught by Vox and co-parented with Alastor. From flame to :3-faced child, she grew fast - cold yet glowing. Hair like space, eyes of balance and power, heart ma...
