anyone who has.” I thought harder, then shook my head. “I don’t remember reading any references to a real version.”
“Probably because it’s very obscure knowledge. In folklore, as you said, they are considered mischievous spirits, water pixies, actually…”
The Fate continued, giving me the condensed version of Nixen mythology. Some humans believe a Nix is a siren who lures humans to watery graves. In other words, an excuse for idiots who dove into deep water and discovered they couldn’t swim. Mythological Nixen were both male and female, but the females were more successful at capturing their victims, maybe because guys are more likely to stand on a riverbank and yell, “Hey, watch this dive!”
The truth is, Nixen have nothing to do with water. When early folklorists learned that Nixen were temptresses, they’d probably jumped to the conclusion that they were a form of siren. Nixen are also all female…or that’s the form they manifest in, as full demons manifest as male. It’s probably more an aesthetic choice than a gender difference. Finally, Nixen aren’t truly temptresses at all. Instead, they are sought out by those who already are tempted—by wealth, power, or sex—and looking for a delivery shortcut. What a Nix provides is the resolve they need to carry out an act they lack the courage to perform, murder being most common.
“Okay,” I said when she finished. “Nixen help people kill, and those scenes you showed me were obviously murders, but where’s the connection? Those women were humans. How would they have conjured up a Nix? Even if they did, you sure as hell can’t want me to chase down a Nix. They’re demi-demons, not ghosts, so they wouldn’t be in one of your hells.”
The youngest Fate cut in. “Don’t worry. We didn’t expect you to see the connection. It’s all very strange.” She leaned around the wheel, her eyes aglitter. “See, what happened was—”
Her middle sister took over. “This particular Nix is quite different from her brethren. In the seventeenth century, she made a deal with a witch who wanted her father dead.”
“And gave her the guts she needed to do it.”
“That’s the usual process. However, in this case, it didn’t work. A Nix’s power has one significant limitation—she cannot compel a person to kill. The will and the intent must still be there. Conscious will and conscious intent. This witch was conflicted over her wish. Yet Nixen thrive on chaos, and they don’t appreciate being summoned without that end reward, so the Nix made a suggestion. She told the witch where to find a spell that would allow the Nix to take over the witch’s body, temporarily, and commit the act herself. The witch agreed, and the Nix—”
The girl leapt in, bubbling with the enthusiasm of a child who simply must tell the rest of the story. “—takes her over, and kills the woman’s father. And then she’s supposed to give the body back. Only she doesn’t. She uses the body to cause all kinds of trouble.”
The middle sister cut in. “And many people died…including the Nix herself, eventually. Trapped in a corporeal body, she died the death of a corporeal being. Having been in a witch’s form, she was brought here, to the supernatural realms. Although we aren’t equipped to handle a demi-demon, we managed to trap her in a hell dimension. For a while.”
“She escaped.”
“And that is a serious problem because this Nix isn’t flitting about the living world as a spirit. Having moved into a human body once, she is now able to do it at will.”
“So that’s the connection. It’s not the same woman. It’s the same Nix in different women. She takes them over—”
“Not exactly. Being a dead spirit, she can no longer fully take over a living body. Instead, she must cohabit, giving them resolve to carry out their desires.”
“So she doesn’t jump into innocent women and turn them into rampaging killers. Are the hosts always women?”
The Fate nodded. “Having first leapt into a host of that gender, she is now restricted to it.”
I paused. “If you ladies know so much about how she operates, I’m guessing she’s been out there for a while.”
“A little over a hundred years.”
“Uh-huh. I suppose that means I’m not the first person you’ve sent after her.”
“There have been three who’ve gone before you. We took three different approaches with varying degrees of success. All three…ended badly.”
“What did she do to them?”
The child Fate appeared, laughing. “Her first question, and it’s the one none of the others even