Nadalia was stationed in an abandoned hotel, in the land of the dead. Although unlike those ghost stories, everyone here was friendly and the spirits were in fact, kindred spirits that enjoyed fiesta music. Nether the less, she was sitting on the bed's edge and looking over recent reports.
She wasn't happy... she didn't expect Raiden to die. She felt he didn't need 'protection' from the loose Killer, for he was capable of anything. Necromancy is a freaken b****... still, she would of saved him if the Iron Queen knew otherwise.
I'm sorry for not saving you, Raiden. I'll make it up to you- and try to save everyone... I promise. I'll even look out for your lover vulpez... and though I am not exactly comfortable with him being a member of Team Magma, he means the world to you so-
She flipped more papers, in her underwear. Depression set in, not caring to even fold her hair today... then again, she wasn't going to leave her room any time soon.
You'll see, we'll get the killer soon enough and you'll be avenged ... Raiden.
*Two days later*
".. N-nooo ... Nooo ..." Nadalia's eyes shook, seeing vulpez beaten to a pulp with her so called 'friends' at the crime scene. Apparently some of the survivors accused Raiden's boyfriend of being the Killer and decided to serve justice. Deep cuts, one to the neck and bruises laid on his body. They even went as far as ripping his shirt off to humiliate the poor guy.
"WHY?! W-WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS??!" Nadalia cried out, the others ashamed to even look at her.
"He wasn't the Killer, he wouldn't ever hurt his boyfriend! HOW COULD YOU??!"
"Hey, calm down Nadalia. There's nothing you can-" FPLOON went to say, only before the Iron Queen forcefully pushed him aside and went to the lifeless corpse and went to her knees. She grieved, only for the others to never bother comforting her. Instead, they walked away... mumbling to themselves about why they had to, excuse after excuse.
"I promised Raiden. You were going to be on my list next- w-why ... Why......... Why.."
*Next day*
She was taking a tour of the bus station where they'd get rides for free. At first she considered going, but ... her mind was clouded. Despite picking three new people to protect, she couldn't shake the feeling it wouldn't matter at all. Nadalia reminded herself she just needed to walk it off. The only thing was- she didn't realize the Killer was stalking her.
Evening, 4 PM where there wasn't much public activity going on- she was strolling on the sidewalk planning on buying flowers for both Raiden's and vulpez's graves. However, she halted... noticing there was footsteps trying to mimic hers. She immediately turned around, the man (or woman) in a black coat. He (or she) gave a faint smile underneath that massive hoodie.
"Clever girl. You were aware of being a target even after all this time... to bad you didn't hide your role well enough. With that little 'outcry' at the scene of vulpez's death.. you've dropped your medical license."
"Tch..." Nadalia groaned, only to remove her casual outfit and the Killer saw what she was hiding all along.
"Aahhh~ yes. You had that hidden from view under your usual robe, yes? Also I see you have a Medi-pack strapped on so any of my 'victims' would be saved... to bad it doesn't apply to you."
"Were you the one who revived Armstrong? Thou have no respect for the dead??" She questioned, getting in position to fight for her life.
"Come now. I respect the dead... in fact, you could say i'm adding more citizens to the afterlife." He (or she) teased, only to clap his (or her) hands together with a dark circle appearing below his (or her) legs. The Killer summoned Gwyn, the Lord of Cider as a full out hollow. Nadalia's expression grew grim, unable to believe what she was seeing.
"Y-You ... who are you?? Summoning someone like Armstrong, now Gwyn? This is more than simple necromancy!" With that, she leaped into battle with flames in both hands. Yet, Gwyn kicked her in the stomach, a shockwave escaping from the impact. Blood ushed out of her mouth, as she was sent 30 feet across the pavement. Getting up, she punched the ground to send pillar of fire tempests towards Gwyn. However, the old King of Lordran dodged and shot off a jump that was to fast for Nadalia to escape from. He pierced her heart with his massive sword, only to add insult to injury by infusing it with fire while inside her body. She coughed blood, legs trembling. When in this realm, she wasn't strong at all plus her energy was restricted by using it to keep the medi-pack working. Due to this disadvantage, she was unable to match someone like Gwyn at all.
The Killer came around, and removed Nadalia's sombrero- only to toss it onto the ground and stomp on it.
"You couldn't save anyone, not even yourself. Pity, you could of easily stopped me but your emtoions got the best of you Nadalia. Now you pay with your life... farewell Iron Queen." With a snap of his fingers, Gwyn shoved the sword all the way until the hilt was pressed against Nadalia's chest.
Wincing, the Queen spat more blood until it oozed out of her mouth. Her eyes shook, slowly closing and all she could whisper was,
".. Ah .. ahhh .. I.. i'm so sorry ... .. for, ... failing you Raiden."
A tear escaped her eye, before she slumped to the floor in a puddle of her own blood. The Killer only took a brief moment to watch the girl fully die until he placed a hand on Gwyn, making him sink below the Earth to be used later. At the end, Nadalia was dead and the Killer took his (or her) leave...