Their are darker implications there

Nimue Ravensong was both a player and a non-entity in the dark underworld of criminal magic. This was because she wasn't powerful enough to carve a place for herself within the dark criminal underworld, but she was skilled enough to be a threat, usual only to non-magic users. This was because she wasn't a true magic user, as in she couldn't generate any magic power herself; as such, she had to use charms that used the life **** of others to use magic.

Luckily, as a busty redhead with a sexy goth look, it was easy to turn heads at bars and gather several dumb, horny men into her lair to be turned fuel for her dark deals with dark deities or into living charms for her spells. She usually focused on glamour spells that enhanced her beauty as it allowed her to gather more men to use as fuel. Though she did know polymorph spells, as it always paid to be able to turn some of her fuel into monsters to protect from the more formidable dark magic users.

Nimue's operation had worked for years mostly due to the fact she didn't target magic users, and non-magic users didn't know she was a threat until it was far too late. Hell, a lot of times when she brought out the tools for some of the more advanced rituals, the horny idiots thought she was just kinky. They usually kept thinking that right up until the demon dealer showed up, and by then it was far too late for them.

The main reason she was able to get away with this was since she didn't go after magic users; they didn't care, and non-magic users didn't have any idea what the hell was going on as far as they were concerned. She had one night stands all the time, and her partners disappeared not too long after, but not a single piece of evidence linking the two. The second reason she got away with was she switched up bars, and after a while she switched up cities, which had always worked for her so far.

That all came crumbling down when Zatanna came making her entrance by breaking down her door. Zatanna came in, walking down into her lair, like she owned the place. It pissed Nimue right off, as she had spent years reading dozens of life's to make the charms that protected her front door. Now they were blasted aside like they were nothing, reminding Nimue of why she hated people like Zatanna.

She worked, begged, cheated, and sacrificed, probably forever damning herself, just to get a sliver of the same magic power that people like Zatanna were just born with. Zatanna by just saying some backwards crap could undo years of her work. She hated that with a passion, especially as many magic users saw her as not a true magic user and just a parasite on magic, while today she would showed them.

Luckily for Nimue she had a few moments warning. As she had a secret door cam along with charms on the door and was able to duck into her basement to prepare to summon a powerful demon dealer who favored her. While she did that, she polymorphed the men she kept around as fuel, usually in the shape of harmless fish, into viscous aquatic abominations, then sent them to slow Zatanna down. Nimue hoped her fish freaks would buy her the time she needed to summon the dealer that would defeat Zatanna.

Zatanna slowly walked into the home of Nimue Ravensong, making sure to give her as much time as possible to raise a defense. As it would make it that much easier to crush her spirit with her defenses laying broken around her, then it would be if she never got a chance to defend herself in the first place. Zatanna made her way towards the basement, as it was the favored spot of all dark magic users.

Just as she was about to open the door, she heard the wet thumbing sounds of something coming to meet her. "Finally I get to break your oh so precious defenders, Nimue; hopefully these will be worth my time." Zatanna said with a smug grin on her face as she readied her wand and stepped back a few steps from the door. A few moments later, three aquatic monsters burst through the basement door.

All three were of man and aquatic creatures, though each was a different creature. One was a mix of different crabs, another squid, and the last looked like a swarm of piranhas had been squeezed into one man. The three mashed their jaws and pincers, respectively, and charged with their limbs extended to tear her apart. "Too easy," Zatanna said, an arrogant smirk on her face.

Just before the creatures could reach her to do their bloody work, Zatanna began to perform her magic, though far earlier than she ever had before. As she began to speak red lighting shot up from her wand and then went up to her lips sowing them shut for a moment before they stretched her mouth unaturaly wide allowing her to speak in an untatural voice.

".stib ot meht hsamS," Zatanna said in an unholy screech, causing the three unfortunate souls **** to serve Nimue against their will to be shattered like glass in a bright red light, their blood painting the room red, not a drop of blood touching Zatanna. "I do hope you have more than that, Nimue, as I do want you to have some fight in you. It will make you a better prize for master." Zatanna said softly to herself before making her way down the basement stairs past the shattered door fragments.

Zatanna slowly made her eat down the steps, hearing them creak as they made her way down to the basement. Eventually reaching the bottom floor and hearing the chanting coming from the back room. "While it looks like your calling in the calvary, aren't you Nimue? Too bad it won't save you." Zatanna said dismissively of the dark summoning occurring in one of the small basement rooms.

So Zatanna broke the seal on the door to Nimue's ritual room, finding the busty, red-headed goth desperately trying to finish the ritual in time, but upon seeing Zatanna, she knew she was out of time. Though Zatanna didn't stop her, she merely leaned against the wall and waited for her to finish having full confidence in dealing with the summoned. This filled Nimue with rage at the casual dismissal of her summoning and filled her with anticipation to watch Zatanna being torn apart by the dealer demon she was summoning.

For a while more, the ritual went on while Zatanna yawned and did her nails in the background. Eventually Nimue spoke the final words, and suddenly there was a demon standing in the middle of the room. The demon looked like a regular imp but was the size of a man, and the shadows it cast were all in front of itself and held to it like a second skin, making its face impossible to see.

Nimue looked at Zatanna, her face filled with certainty at her bloody victory. Nimue was just about to bid the dealer demon she has summoned to tear Zatanna limp from bloody limp. But before the words could leave her lips, Zatanna spoke her dark works. ".enodnu eB," Zatanna said in an unholy voice once more as her mouth took on an inhuman look. The spell she spoke caused the dealer demon Nimue had summoned to suddenly collapse in on itself as it screamed in agony.

Nimue fell to her knees as she watched her trump card and last hope be wiped from existence with a simple phrase by Zatanna. "That's why I came for Nimue to see you break down. But don't worry, it's time for you to finally be of use." Zatanna said with a sadistic smirk as she slowly closed in on a terrified Nimue Ravensong. Soon enough, the basement would be filled with screams as red lighting filled the ritual room.

A few days later, after Zatanna's raid on Nimue lair, and the next day after Amy's visit, the Condiment Wizard got a gift. As he was sitting in his cell, he would look over a small idol of a Goth woman in a state of both terror and agony. The condiment wizard looked over the note that came with the gift. 'From a fan with love, hope it proves its worth.' The Condiment Wizard wasn't sure what to make of the gift but was happily to have a fan.

"I'll just have to figure out its use." The Condiment wizard said he felt the magic power within the idol but not knowing what exactly it did. He hoped once he figured out what it did he could use it to further his plans, whatever they turned out to be. "Hmm, yes, soon your power will be known to me and when that happens your power will be mine, and I will use it to my will." The Condiment wizard said in his usual haughty wizard voice. His voice joined by the mad chorus of his new cellmates as they all yelled their plots and ranted of their future conquest.