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A/N: Oc-verse Nightmare fic, you already know this isn't gonna end good.

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "(Applause - Lady Gaga)" 01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43 ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ ---˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹---

"Pixie, give me the current status of the two idiots I had hired. Had they slaughtered my nephew yet?" Nightmare walked down one of the many hallways that her castle had occupied, her hair was pinned up on the back of her head— a skin tight black dress had hugged against her body while she quickly walked, the little imp below her having trouble keeping up.

"W—well not e-exactly," Pixie looked down at her digitally-advanced clipboard, stumbling and a pair of slightly thick rimmed, square glasses situated themselves on the bridge of her nose. The little imp-girl appeared to be extremely short— standing at about three feet tall. "He unfortunately appears to be…alive. In fact, on here, it says he's barely harmed at all! It seems like Viper and Fang aren't doing their job." Pixie bumped into Nightmare's leg when the Goddess abruptly stopped, clenching her fists until steam started to rise from her gloves— a furious look in her eyes.

"What!?" Her eyes sparked with the flames of fury, but in the moonlight, her incredibly bright blue eyes shimmered like water, and what Pixie imagined the oceans of yesterday used to look like, "You can't be fucking SERIOUS." Her sharp teeth became visible as she clenched her jaw— while brightly colored fire sparked onto her clenched fists, reeling her fist back, she struck it into a wall. The stone-wall faltered underneath her fist, and creaking was heard above them— a large hole was seen in the ceiling from the sheer strength of the punch, and with the supportive wall now shattered, the ceiling began to give way. Pixie scrambled to dodge the falling rubble that threatened to crush her meek form, and quickly whistled for house-keeping to fix the wall.

"A—a-are you okay my lady? You look like you're about to massacre another species…again." She looked over at her, Pixie's face held solemnity and concern while she dryly swallowed,

"I'm fine, Pixie. Just a little…unamused by the news." Nightmare looked at the tiny woman, her eyes glistening in the moonlight.

"S-s-shall I send Apollo and Artemis to drag them back to this realm for their public execution?" Pixie's breathing was so frantic; she thought she was going to pass out. She couldn't even decipher how long she had been staring at Nightmare for, though the small imp's instincts were guiding her to just run at this point.

"I'll consider it. Perhaps I might even send my proxies to take care of it. Where are those blue-blooded disappointments anyways?"

"If I'm correct, they're out on separate missions. Finn Sterling is managing the war you had started with Atlantia, Lucio Sanchez is spying on the empyrean-realm and managing to blend in, Ivy Varkon is massacring the Mystic's main source of magic, and the rest— are participating in the other war that you had started in the celestial territory— they are dragging Elden Stone here as we speak." Pixie had briefly listed off all the tasks, slightly out of breath from attempting to keep up with the taller women while simultaneously reading off of her magically changing clipboard— which worked like a crystal-ball with how its pages changed based on exactly what you wanted to know. "Also! Your next show starts in a minute!"

As the demon stands among the throngs of people, they can feel the excitement and anticipation building. The air is thick with energy and the hum of conversation as everyone waits for the main event to begin. Suddenly, the lights dim, and the sound of cheers fills the air. They turn to see a figure emerging from the wings, her blue hair shining brightly under the spotlight. As the Goddess pushes past the curtains, entering the stage, the audience erupts into a deafening cheer. The sound echoes throughout the room as she makes her way to the center, her heels clicking against the polished wooden floor— the demons cheered for their savior. The spotlight shines down on her, illuminating her flowing blue hair and sparkling dress, and casting shadows across the rest of the stage.

Nightmare takes a deep breath and lets out a soft sigh, feeling the energy of the audience wash over her. She raises her arms and the crowd becomes even louder, their cheers almost drowning out the sound of her voice.

"My dear friends," She started, her voice ringing out with a commanding presence. "I am honored to be standing here before you tonight. I am Nightmare, and I have come to share with you a message that I believe is of the utmost importance." The woman who has captured the hearts of so many with her incredible talent and magnetic presence. As she steps onto the stage, the crowd erupts into a deafening roar of applause and cheers. Her citizens can feel the energy of the crowd surging through them, and their own excitement builds as they watch her take her place at the center of the stage.

The audience quiets down, their eyes fixed on her as she continues to speak. "We live in a world that is full of chaos and uncertainty. We are bombarded with negative news and messages every day, and it can be hard to find hope and positivity in such a bleak landscape."

"But I am here to tell you that there is hope. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. We can make a difference, and we can create a better world for ourselves and for future generations! We can get rid of the unneeded pests of this world! We can become the greatest beings to ever exist!"

The audience cheers again, louder than before, and I smile as I feel their energy and enthusiasm. "But it starts with us. We must be the change we wish to see in the world. We must stand up for what is right and just, and we must never give up hope." The crowd erupts into a standing ovation, their cheers echoing off the walls of the auditorium. She raises her hand, signaling for them to quiet down, and they slowly start to calm down, still hanging on her every word.

"As we go forward from this moment, let us remember that we are all part of something greater than ourselves. During the last few years, this realm has achieved the most perfection! We have killed and launched wars that impacted this world's change for the better— and I do not intend to stop! We are the world's greatest race, and with the extinction of humans, we shall overthrow every sinful God in existence! Starting… with this one!" As she loudly whistled, her blue-blooded proxies busted through the roof of the stage— creating blue themed explosions as they made their entrance.

But it's not just her voice that captivates the audience. It's her entire being. Her movements are fluid and graceful, each one perfectly timed to the music. Her blue hair flows around her like a river, adding to the ethereal effect of her beautiful figure. The crowd is in a frenzy, screaming with joy and admiration for this incredible woman. And then, out of nowhere, a voice rises above the rest. "I LOVE YOU NIGHTMARE!" a random citizen yells out.

Nightmare pauses for a moment, a smile spreading across her face. "I love you too, random citizen!" she shouts back, her voice carrying over the noise of the crowd. It's a moment of pure magic. A moment that will be remembered by everyone who witnessed it. The crowd continues to cheer and applaud, their love for her evident in every scream and shout. The proxies waved at her extremely large audience, dragging out the God of the celestial-realm — known as Elden Stone.

As the spotlight shone down on the stage, the audience held their breath in anticipation. Suddenly, a figure emerged towards him, a woman with long flowing hair and a sultry, dangerous gaze. It was Nightmare, the infamous deity and queen of the underworld. Standing before her was Elden Stone, a powerful being who had thought himself invincible. But as he gazed upon Nightmare, he felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that he was in the presence of a force even greater than himself.

"Let me go," Elden pleaded, his voice quivering with fear. "I am not meant to be here. I am not meant to be a part of your games. You know better than this, you should be focusing on Akuma! Not me!"

Nightmare merely laughed in response. "Games?" she said, her voice low and throaty. "Oh, my dear Elden, you have no idea what games are. You can't escape your sins or what you've done."

Turning to the crowd, Nightmare raised her arms and called out, "Shall we let him go?" The audience erupted into a frenzy of shouts and cheers, all of them demanding that the God be kept there. The God looked around in horror as he realized that he was trapped, surrounded by a sea of faces that hungered for his destruction.

Turning back to Nightmare, he pleaded with her once again. "Please, I beg of you. Let me go. I am not meant to be here."

But Nightmare merely smiled, a cold, cruel expression that sent shivers down the God's spine. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. "But I have to give the people what they want." And with that, she stepped forward, her eyes locked on the God's. The crowd roared as she reached out and touched him, her fingers tracing a line down his cheek. The God screamed in agony as Nightmare's touch burned him, searing his skin and leaving him writhing in pain. And as the crowd cheered and jeered, Nightmare stood back and watched, a twisted smile on her face. For she knew that she had won once again. She had proven that she was the true master of the many realms, and that even the most powerful of beings were no match for her power. With a single snap, a large glow of blue light started to glow within him— the God started to feel his golden blood begin to spill amongst the stage.

As the God writhed in agony, the crowd screamed and cheered, demanding that Nightmare bring him to justice. They chanted her name over and over, their voices rising to a fever pitch as they urged her to punish tbe God for his sins. Nightmare basked in the adulation of the crowd, reveling in the power that she held over them. She raised her arms high, her fingers splayed wide as she soaked in the spotlight that illuminated her form. It was as though she was a goddess, bathed in the warm glow of worship and adoration.

As the chanting grew louder, Nightmare turned her attention back to the God. He lay on the ground, his body wracked with pain as he tried to crawl away from her. But Nightmare was too quick for him. She stepped forward, her heels clicking against the hard floor as she closed in on her prey. The God looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear. "Please," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "Have mercy."

But Nightmare merely laughed in response. "Mercy?" she said, her voice dripping with scorn. "You expect mercy from me? You are a fool." The crowd roared with approval, their voices drowning out the God's pitiful cries. They wanted blood, and Nightmare was more than happy to oblige them. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a bolt of dark energy, sending it hurtling towards the God. He screamed as the energy struck him, his body spasming as he was consumed by its power.

The crowd erupted into wild cheers, their voices rising to a deafening crescendo as they watched the God writhe in agony. They wanted justice, and Nightmare was their queen. And as the spotlight continued to highlight her form, Nightmare stood tall and proud, her eyes blazing with the fire of victory. For she knew that she had once again proven her power, and that no one, not even a God, could stand in her way.

As Elden Stone lay writhing in agony, a young girl burst onto the stage. She had short purple hair that shimmered in the light, and her eyes were a bright, fiery orange. It was Flare, a healer of great renown, and she had come to save Elden's life.

With a determined look on her face, Flare ran towards Elden, her hands glowing with a soft, warm light. As she approached him, she could feel the dark energy pulsing within him, threatening to consume him entirely. Flare was the last known being with the ability to completely heal somebody, and therefore, was wanted throughout the realms.

But Flare was not deterred. She knelt down beside Elden and placed her hands on his chest, letting the healing energy flow from her body into his. It was a delicate process, one that required great skill and concentration, but Flare was more than up to the task. As she worked, Elden's screams of agony slowly began to subside. The dark energy that had been consuming him began to dissipate, replaced by a warm, soothing light that filled him with peace— even if Nightmare had turned him into a mortal, at least he wasn't dead, thanks to Flare.

Flare continued to pour her healing energy into Elden, her brow furrowed with concentration. It was as though she was in a trance, lost in the flow of energy that passed between her and Elden. For a long while, there was nothing but terrifying screams of disdain from the crowd. On the stage, the only sound was the soft hum of Flare's healing energy as it flowed into Elden's body, mending his wounds and soothing his pain.

And then, finally, Elden's eyes opened. They were clear and bright, no longer clouded by the dark energy that had consumed him. He looked up at Flare, his expression one of gratitude and wonder.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Flare smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with joy. "You're welcome!" she said. "I'm just glad I could help!" And with that, Flare stood up and walked off the stage, her head held high and her heart filled with pride. For she knew that she had done something truly remarkable, something that would be remembered for years to come. She had saved Elden Stone's life, and in doing so, she had proven herself to be one of the greatest healers of all time. Though, even Nightmare's blue-blooded proxies had despised the young girl and what she was trying to do.

As Flare walked off the stage, a chorus of boos and hisses erupted from the crowd. They were angry at her for saving Elden Stone, a God they believed deserved to die. They wanted blood, and Flare's interference had robbed them of their chance to see justice done. But even as she trembled with fear, Flare knew that she had done what was right. She had saved a life, and that was something that no amount of anger or fear could ever take away.

As she made her way offstage, Flare could feel the weight of the crowd's anger pressing down on her. She knew that she had done the right thing, but it was clear that the people of the underworld did not agree. And then, suddenly, Nightmare was there beside her. Her older sister was furious, her eyes blazing with anger as she looked down at Flare.

"What have you done?" Nightmare hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "You have no right to interfere with executions. You have no right to save his life."

Flare looked up at her sister, her eyes filled with fear and desperation. "But he is innocent," she pleaded. "I beg you, spare his life, Night! He does not deserve to die. He has done no wrong!"

But Nightmare merely shook her head, her anger growing by the second. "You do not understand," she said. "This is not about innocence or guilt. This is about power, about control. And you have no place interfering with that. He is just as evil as any other God— and I shall punish him for what he has done to you." With a dismissive wave of her hand, Nightmare sent Flare back to her room. Flare stumbled away, her heart heavy with sorrow and regret. She knew that she had done what was right, but at what cost? Would her sister ever forgive her for saving Elden's life?

As she lay in her bed that night, Flare could hear the sounds of the crowd outside. They were still angry, still demanding justice. The purple-haired girl wondered what Fang would have done— she seemed the expert on this type of stuff, and usually, Flare came to her for advice. But Fang was nowhere to be seen, it was strange.

As Nightmare stood before the large crowd, her heart pounding in her chest, she knew that she had to make amends for her younger sister's interference in the battle. The chaos and destruction caused by her sibling's actions had been devastating, and Nightmare knew that she had to take responsibility for her family's mistakes.

"Friends, fellow citizens of this realm," she began, her voice clear and strong. "I come before you today to apologize for the actions of my younger sister. Her interference in this execution was unwelcome and caused harm to many of you. I understand that her actions were reckless and irresponsible, and for that, I am truly sorry." The crowd murmured amongst themselves, some nodding in agreement while others looked on with suspicion. But Nightmare pressed on, determined to make things right.

"I know that my sister's actions may have caused annoyance, but I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make things right," she declared, her hands beginning to glow with a bright blue light. "I will use my magic to help rebuild what has been destroyed, and I will not rest until this realm is safe once more." With a fierce determination, Nightmare shot powerful bursts of magic towards Elden Stone, who stood at the front of the crowd. The blue energy crackled in the air, illuminating the faces of the cheering crowd. The people screamed in delight and cheered for her, their voices ringing out across the city.

They knew that Nightmare was a powerful deity, and they were grateful for her efforts to protect their home. As she stood there, basking in the adoration of the crowd, Nightmare knew that she had made the right choice. She would continue to use her magic to defend and protect, no matter the cost. For her, there was no greater honor than serving the people of this realm.

Her proxies stood on the side, with the same emotionless look in their faces as the blue–bloods watched in fear of the Goddess they were serving.

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