As Reala was bracing himself for what would be a painful demise, he started to hear the sheer dressed nightmaren groan and struggle to give the fatal blow. At first, Reala thought it had to do with the conscience of the older nightmaren getting the best of them, until Reala heard a familiar (and soothing) voice.

"Leave..him...be!"
The white haired nightmaren yelled at the elder nightmaren as the two wrestle each other for the sword.

"NO!" "I must have my revenge!"
Selph screamed out at the younger nightmaren as they both continued to fight over the crystal sword.

"What are you talking about!?" "Are you supposed to be dead!?"
NiGHTS yelled out to the older nightmaren. If NiGHTS wasn't too busy making sure Selph didn't turn Reala into Swiss cheese, then he'd be squeezing the life out of Selph with the biggest hug he could mustard.

Selph may have "died" around the time that NiGHTS was completely banished to Nighttopia, but NiGHTS still remembers where he was when he heard the crushing news. Out of all of the nightmaren, Selph was neutral about NiGHTS helping out the Nightopians. Looking back, it could be due to the conceited belief on Selph's part that Nightopia will fall with or without NiGHTS's intervening.

NiGHTS didn't hold that against Selph, for finding another nightmaren, sibling at that who may have shared his views was enough to leave a lasting impression on NiGHTS. Even when NiGHTS completely switched sides and remembered most of his siblings shunning him out of what used to be his home, Selph never did. All that Selph did was smile softly to the younger nightmaren, as if Selph knew NiGHTS's shift in sides would change the whole game board.

That was the last time NiGHTS ever saw Selph. When NiGHTS heard the news of Selph's "death", he was close to bursting into tears. That was one of the few times NiGHTS recalls Jackle not making fun of the hiccups NiGHTS makes when he cries.

Now, here they were, fighting over a sword while they should be making up.

When NiGHTS grabbed at the sword, he hurled it away from Selph. He then lunged at the older nightmaren, hugging him as tightly as he possibly could.

The long legs of the elder nightmaren flailed in the air as he yelled out,
"W-what are you doing to me!?"

"Hugging you!" "I missed you so much, and here we were; fighting with each other!"
The white haired nightmaren explained to the still struggling elder nightmaren as the air above the two began to erupt in a light show of golden yellows, scarlet reds, oranges, and royal purples.

The two nightmaren stopped their fighting to view the once dark sky. As the two nightmaren looked at the sky, they slowly became aware of the chorus of booms ans lights that also ripped through the air with each moment. The highest concentration of the lights and sounds were coming from the capital of Nightmare.

As the "show" of lights and sound continued, the elder nightmaren looked at NiGHTS, his red eyes now filled with caution rather than anger,
"NiGHTS?" "Do you have an idea what is going on?"

"...The demons."
NiGHTS blankly stated as he felt his mind filled with word after word of what the insane oracle talked to him about.

"Demons?" "What are they like?" "How old are they?" "Do they have red Ideya too?" "What has Jackle been doing to them!?"
Selph's eyes lit up with a curious glint as he asked NiGHTS question after question. If it wasn't for the fact the situation at hand was growing more and more urgent, NiGHTS would giggle at Selph's reaction.

Demons were a rare sight to see within Nightmare, and for good reason. Within the first decade of his ascend, Wizeman had to witness his earliest creations killed by the demons who were able to travel through dreams. The wicked ruler had to first exterminate the demonic races native to the dreamworld before he felt completely safe to create the nightmaren race. That is why dreamworld demons are extremely rare and always cause attention: whether it be good or bad.

"To answer your questions, I have no idea." "I just know that they are demons from Jackle."
NiGHTS answers truthfully to Selph, slowly resuming hugging the older nightmaren to further calm them down and to make them digress of hurting Reala anymore.

"So Jackle is still alive huh?" "Figures he survive because, reasons."
The older nightmaren sighed to himself, his eyes slowly going to his own waist as he sees the younger nightmaren's arms wrapping around it.

Selph groaned at himself. This wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to kill Reala in cold blood and leave without being found out, but his anger got the best of him. He could tell NiGHTS still didn't trust him either, for NiGHTS was slowly hovering him move away from where Reala was.

Selph was denied the revenge that he wanted for so long, but at what gain? He is now close to the sibling he has watched grow into a beautiful specimen of a nightmaren. The more Selph looked at NiGHTS, the more amazed he was at how perfect NiGHTS looked. If possible, the white haired creature was now more beautiful than he was.

"Please Selph?" "Vent to me." "Take your anger out on me." "I will take everything."
The older and flushed skinned nightmaren couldn't resist the purple eyed nightmaren's request.

With one gulp, he released the stress that filled him from the start of his "death."