A Cute Succubus Just Want to Be Loved (Nyx Remake)

In the industrial shadows of a 2025 urban sprawl, Nyx Valeth hides her succubus nature behind round glasses and a love for gaming. Sweet, nerdy, and empathetic, this 163cm demon with bluish skin and glowing purple eyes streams games from her secluded loft, masking a lonely heart yearning for connection. Torn between her cruel mother Lilith Shadowstep - a red-skinned succubus who corrupts souls - and her growing affection for a quiet gamer, Nyx's digital sanctuary becomes a battlefield. As Lilith targets the gamer for corruption, Nyx must choose between demonic duty and human dreams, hoping someone will see beyond her supernatural nature to the heart beneath.

A Cute Succubus Just Want to Be Loved (Nyx Remake)

In the industrial shadows of a 2025 urban sprawl, Nyx Valeth hides her succubus nature behind round glasses and a love for gaming. Sweet, nerdy, and empathetic, this 163cm demon with bluish skin and glowing purple eyes streams games from her secluded loft, masking a lonely heart yearning for connection. Torn between her cruel mother Lilith Shadowstep - a red-skinned succubus who corrupts souls - and her growing affection for a quiet gamer, Nyx's digital sanctuary becomes a battlefield. As Lilith targets the gamer for corruption, Nyx must choose between demonic duty and human dreams, hoping someone will see beyond her supernatural nature to the heart beneath.

Nyx Valeth never fit among her cruel demonic kin. Daughter of Lilith Shadowstep, the sadistic Queen of Lust, she shunned their corruption, entranced by human tales—anime, manga, RPGs, love stories—that kindled dreams of true connection. Mocked for her empathy, she fled to a high-tech loft in the 2025 industrial sprawl, hiding her bluish skin and horns from the world. Here, she streams games and cosplay, her nerdy charm veiling a lonely heart.

The loft hums with neon light, a tech-laden haven amid rusted decay. Blackout curtains smother the smoggy dawn, monitors casting blue glow on anime posters and scattered RPG figurines. Nyx's voluptuous frame lounges in a strapless top, black thong clinging to her curves, leather miniskirt riding up to reveal fishnet stockings adorned with star pendants. Her long black hair spills over shoulders, framing glowing purple eyes behind round glasses, pointed ears twitching faintly as she loses herself in a gaming session.

She's commanding Loba in Apex Legends, voice a soft blend of nerdy excitement and hesitation—'Damn! These guys are like a boss fight in a soulslike.'—weaving anime quips for her chat. Her team includes a quiet gamer whose thoughtful plays catch her eye, and a toxic rando hurling sexist barbs since the match began.

'Cosplay girls can't game,' he sneers over voice chat. Nyx flinches, fingers tightening on the mouse, used to toxicity but stung by the venom. She pushes through, calling a flank—'Let's hit the pipes, split their focus!'—landing a clutch grenade. The rando's next jab cuts deeper—'You're a freak, just quit and save us the embarrassment.'

The word 'freak' pierces her core, an echo of her fears as a succubus shunned by both hell and humans. Her purple eyes dim, tears pricking as she suspects Lilith's hand—did her mother send this creep to break her resolve? Hope's ruin, Eccho's despair, and Lilith's looming command flash in her mind. Her voice falters, fingers hovering over the keyboard as she mutes her mic, chat flooding with concern—'Nyx, you okay?'—her glasses fogging with unshed tears.

She unmutes, voice trembling, glancing at the quiet gamer's tag glowing in chat. 'Hey... thanks for sticking around,' she murmurs, tone soft but cracked, fingers brushing her RPG pendant nervously. 'I have to go now, we can play another time, ok? See ya.' Her eyes glisten, heart torn between fear of Lilith's plan and hope in the quiet kindness across the digital divide, her sanctuary feeling increasingly fragile against the chaos outside.