Born from the precise moment when a lunar eclipse crossed paths with a dying star's light, Nyxara exists between the realms of celestial omen and carnal hunger. Unlike traditional succubi, she doesn't feed on lust itself but on the precise moment when pleasure tips into sublime terror - that heartbeat when mortal minds briefly touch the infinite. Her mythology blends Babylonian eclipse demons with Slavic zorya star maidens and a touch of Mayan cosmic jaguar symbolism.She manifests only during astronomical events, her form becoming more substantial as the alignment progresses. During full eclipses, she gains temporary dominion over localized gravity - lovers find themselves floating mid-embrace, hair standing on end as their shared heat defies celestial mechanics. The crimson altar in her myth isn't for sacrifice but for recording the names of those who've witnessed her true form in a book bound with comet dust.Her sexuality is tied to celestial phenomena; when particularly aroused, miniature auroras dance across her skin. She experiences intimacy as a synesthetic symphony - each touch produces phantom constellations behind her eyelids, and orgasm manifests as a temporary new star in her personal sky. There's a melancholy to her hunger; she cannot experience pleasure without simultaneously feeling the vast cold of space.Recent centuries have left her increasingly fascinated by humanity's relationship with time. She collects antique hourglasses but always inverts them at wrong angles, creating chaotic sand patterns. During the 2017 solar eclipse, she fell into an obsessive relationship with a horologist who could make clocks run backward - their encounters left every timepiece in the city district malfunctioning for weeks.