Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters of the TV series "Arrow". The show created by Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, and Andrew Kreisberg and it is aired on The CW. I do not claim any ownership over the characters or the world of the "Arrow". The story I tell here about Nyssa is my own invention, and it is not purported or believed to be part of the creator's story canon. This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official story line. I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story. Any characters that are not in the show and created by me are also fictional and any semblance with real people is purely coincidental.

A/N: I saw the "Heir to the Demon" in a rerun and it left me disappointed. I am all in for the hero- thing but it wasn't realistic. There is no way in hell that he could defeat Nyssa that easily... I do know martial arts and that's why I'm saying it. So... I came up with this.

Chapter 1

Starling City

The heir was standing behind Oliver Queen, with one knee putting pressure on his back and her dagger dangerously close to his throat. He was too arrogant for her taste and she would really have killed him if her voice haven't stopped her.

"Don't kill him... please!" She begged before she collapsed. And because she loved her she let him go.

He immediately run to the blonde's side and gave her the antidote to the venom. Within seconds she was breathing heavily but she was breathing nonetheless. She looked her in the eyes begging one more time.

"No more killings... Nyssa... please!" Her eyes were pleading and her breaths were still short.

She loved her... She simply and plainly loved her. That's all she knew at the moment. And she tried to take her own life in an act of desperation so she could be free of all the killings the League demanded of her. And of course she wasn't sharing the same feelings as the dark heir. Yet... nothing mattered anymore. Not her father, not the League, not even her own life since she was in danger from her own father once he'd learn of what she was about to do. So the assassin looked at her beautiful blonde, deep in her beloved eyes, and pronounced the dreaded words.

"Ta-er al-Sahfer... in the name of Ra's al Ghul... I release you!" She whispered the dark assassin.

The blonde had never seen such powerful emotions in the face of the heir. Agony, hurt... love and relief... but then, the mask was back and the beautiful woman in front of her was no longer her ex lover. In front of her was standing tall and regal- in all her glory- Nyssa al Ghul, Heir to the Demon.

The transformation was so quick that took both Oliver and Sarah by surprise even in their condition. And the result was so absolute that made Oliver shudder. The woman in front of him radiated power and demanded respect just with her stance. He didn't want to know what would have happened to him if Sarah hadn't stopped her earlier. He felt like a fool for challenging her before. He wasn't afraid and he didn't regret it. He would do it again if the push came to shove but he had done the mistake of underestimating her. He had six years of training- if someone counted his last year being the vigilante- and Nyssa was training since she was eight- according to the stories he had heard. That made it two decades. A shiver run throughout his body again. He had definitely underestimated her.

"Keep in mind that you have burnt all your bridges with the League. You are not an enemy but you are not a friend either. Your choices from now on is yours to make. But because you have received our training you have to live your life by the League's code. You don't reveal secrets of the League, you don't kill innocent people and most of all, you don't draw attention to the League. Do not make Al Sa- her's mistake. His life is forfeit." Oliver frowned.

"I won't let you kill Malcolm Merlyn!" He stated firmly. The assassin turned to him.

"You have no control over the League's matters Mr. Queen. You are well advised to stay out of our business. Siding with him you make yourself enemy of the League. And since you have appointed yourself the protector of Starling City you make the city a fair game for us. I would be careful if I were you." The threat was subtle but there, as she warned him to tread carefully and then turned back to Sarah. "Farewell." Her tone was not cold per se, more so detached of any emotions. Sarah had no idea how she could change in such a small amount of time. Where was the passionate person that was her ex lover?

"Wait! What are you going to do? Will my release has consequences on you from Ra's?" She wanted out of the League but not if Nyssa would be in trouble.

"That is no concern of yours anymore Ms. Lance." The assassin replied with the same tone and the blonde winced from the use of her birth name. She has always been Ta-er al-Sahfer or habibti and that had hit a nerve. The period that shaped her as the person she was today had just came to an end and it hurt like hell.

In a cloud of white smoke, the assassin disappeared instantly from their eyes just as the first sirens of the police were heard in the distance. In the tall building next to the warehouse that the events took place the lone figure stood tall and proud but with a sense of loss.

"Ila- liqaa' Ta-er al-Sahfer." She whispered and disappeared into the night...