Gabriel panted, looking at his bleeding knuckles. Well shit. Bleeding wasn’t in today’s plan. “Compared to you, you make every killer look like sane people with great reason.” He growled, gritting his teeth. “But I am still not a child despite you being, like, a million years old or some shit.” He was getting fed up. He wanted to put up a fight. He wanted to fight the demon, not the humans. “You know very little of me, bitch.” Gabriel turned to Viola and struck her in the face again, and again, and again until half the blood was his. “I want to kill something.” His growl got lower, coming from deep in his throat. He crept closer to Nyx like a predatory animal, one careful step at a time. Something was wrong, definitely off. Either had lost his mind or another force was making him act like this. No one would know, but some people were just puppets on strings. Gabriel stood behind the demon, a knife in hand with his dark, purplish blood dripping down the hilt. Unfortunately, he didn’t stand against a demon and would probably be unconscious in a few seconds— if not less.
Nyx waves off Gabriel's statement with a lazy hand.
"I have very good reason to annihilate each and every single world and universe I come across," he replies. "And I am well over a millenia old. I have been around longer than your pitiful mind can hope to comprehend. I am a timeless being of infinite power. You are a cockroach attempting to fathom such things."
"Then kill," he says, a dark gleam in his eyes. "Kill until you run out of things to kill. Make the world run red with blood."
He knew that Gabriel would try to come after him first – he was betting on it.
Gabriel stood behind Nyx, a knife high in the air. He was out of his head, out of his mind. His arms shook at he fought himself. He didn’t want to bring the knife down. No. Tears started to run down his incompetent face, but what ever had it’s hold on him had regained control. His eyes were engulfed by a deep black, blood dripping from his tear ducts. Something was very wrong. He brought he knife down. Did he want to kill his master? But he was a demon lord and demon lords deserved death. But Nyx would also release him from this mortal plane eventually. His mind was made up. The knife nearly punctured into Nyx’s head before he regained control and threw it into Viola’s arm. Gabriel doubled over, heaving as blood continued to drip down his face. The warlock promptly threw up. It was full of blood and a purplish liquid. A demon parasite also came up as well.
Nyx whirls as the knife hurtles into Viola, grabbing Gabriel by the throat.
"Listen here, maggot. Even if you wanted to kill me, there's no chance you could. I have spent millenia building up my protections. I have lived through numerous heat deaths of stars and planes. I have gained scars and knowledge far beyond what even the most ancient demons know or have. I am Nyx, the night, the silent death, the plague of dreams and haunter of minds. I bow to nobody, certainly not a pissant like you. Remember that." he hisses in a demonic language that even Gabriel would understand.
He tosses Gabriel to the side viciously.
Gabriel grappled for a good breath. His throat stung from the liquid that came out of his throat. It didn’t help that Nyx picked him up a puppy from the scruff of his neck, blood dripping down his face. He struggled to breathe, helplessly flailing in Nyx’s hold. He couldn't do anything. No talking, no breathing, no pushing Nyx away. He had to listen to his merciless words. Nyx’s language sounded harsh. It was harsher than German. It's not like Gabriel wanted to kill him. Why would the knife go into Viola than Nyx? He gasped for air, looking Nyx in the eyes. Once thrown aside, Gabriel’s back harshly hit the wall. His head bounced off of it and the wind was knocked out of him. He took in one good breath of air. He’s seen this before, the room goes black. NO, NO, NO, NO! He cannot pass out now. NO, NO! Stop! Gabriel’s body went limp.
Nyx smirks as he turns back to Viola.
"Now, my dear, where were we? Ah, yes. . ." he murmurs, kneeling at the woman's feet again.
He starts peeling off layers of skin, like he was peeling an onion.
The woman screams more, as blood starts pooling around Nyx.
He smiles soothingly, cruelly, and shushes her.
Gabriel’s head throbbed, his throat stung, and his back hurt. He couldn’t tell what was going on, his eyes refusing to open. Had it been hours? Day? Unsure. There a sting on his right side, as if someone or something was trying to cut through his skin. It hurt. It hurt so bad. He couldn’t bare it! Gabriel groaned in pain as a new sting made itself noticeable under his left eye. His left eye was probably blinded. He wasn’t being fed anything, was he?
Nyx sighs as he hears Gabriel groan and stands up.
"Gabriel. . . would you like me to sew your mouth shut? Because I can." he growls.
Gabriel tried to look up the demon, but his left eye was forced shut from a black eye. He was basically blind. He grunted a noise and laid his head back down. Gabriel wanted to throw up again. He wanted to go home. And that’s what Gabriel was going to do. With the last of his energy, he imagined himself in his bed. His form shimmered and he teleported back into his bed. Gabriel then passed out again.
Nyx smirks a little and turns back to Viola.
"Now that the distraction is gone, we can have our fun in peace," he coos.
A few hours later
Nyx pops back into Gabriel's place, covered in blood and viscera.
He tosses photos at Gabriel's bed.
"Done."
Gabriel barley stirred. His left eye was swollen shut, rendering him blind for the time being. The skin around it was black and blue. It look disgusting. He wheezed with each breath as bruises populated on his ribs. He was a starting to hate Nyx. It’s not like it was his fault. He lifted his head up, not wanting to make conversation. He could only see a sliver of light. It wasn’t much. “Alright.” It’s the only thing he could say. He didn’t care to know whether or not the job got done or whether or not their were photos.
Nyx chuckles.
"You're in a sorry state. I'll leave you like that as a lesson."
(Gabriel has stopped learning)
Gabriel growled at Nyx, placing his head back on the pillow. His head pounded against its bony cage. He manifests an ice pack with his magic and places it on his swollen eye. Hopefully it would go down enough for him to see. “I don’t need to learn any lessons.” There were also bruises around his throat. “If I’m recovering from the damage you caused, you’re not going anywhere. You don’t have the addresses, names, or my vision.” Gabriel hissed. He wasn’t sure he would even be able to get out of bed. “I think you’re delusional.”
"You do, actually, since you seem to not understand the severity of what you've done." Nyx snorts.
"And you really think I couldn't just crack open your mind like a peanut and find out who I need to kill next?" he sighs.
"Yes. Yes I am."
(Heads up, I’m going to retract a few of my descriptive statements from earlier, and make him have memories loss up to a certain point)
Gabriel cocked his head to the side. All he knew was that he had a swollen shut eye, it hurt to breathe, and his neck throbbed. “You’re right. I have no idea what the fuck you’re rambling about. The severity of what actions? Maybe you should tell me, I’d like to know.” He shuffled in his bed, sitting up and placing the ice pack on his ribs. “I've done nothing.” He hissed. This demon was truly off his rockers. The fact Nyx spoke of some “intolerable act” he’d done. “Whatever. Do what you want. I will not be accused of an act I have not done. Leave that for the council of judgment.” Gabriel’s eyes filled with small tears from the burning of the ice pack. He took it away and tossed it on the floor. “At least you admit your mind is a scrambled mess.”
(Aight, that's a fair thing to have happen lol)
Nyx huffs.
"Memory loss. What a bother."
"'Council of judgement', huh. We aren't Nephilim, kid. We're demons and warlocks, their council, their Grigori, can't try us for anything." Nyx snorts.
He smirks. "More scrambled than the eggs you had last week."
Gabriel looked in a direction and hoped he was looking through the doorway. “What do you mean memory loss?” He finally got to his feet, reaching out for the wall and feeling along it. He reached the door way. He looked fragile. A perfect opportunity to get rid of one’s problem. But Gabriel showed himself in this state for a reason. Did Nyx really have the strength to kill him? Nyx’s vocal patters had implied it. But could he? Where Gabriel’s memory fails him, he should know Nyx could have killed him when he tried to kill the demon. But his memory had failed him. He had no recollection of that part. “It would be better to hear than try than listen to your irrational nonsense. I guess this is why most think summoning demons as a hassle.” He didn’t move from the door way. “I think you’re past scrambled, Nyx.” He spat the other’s name.
"Looking in the wrong direction. And it is exactly as it sounds: you are suffering from memory loss." Nyx huffs.
He tilts his head at Gabriel. "Not really. The withered old bats can barely agree half the time."
"And the same goes for you, Gabriel." he spits back.
Gabriel took in a wheezy breath. “Whatever.” He managed to guide himself over to his bed and sat on it. He hung his head down, listening for anything that wasn’t Nyx's voice. It was like nails on a chalkboard. After silence engulfed the room, Gabriel waved his hand over his black eye. It didn’t fix itself fully, but it was pretty damn good for someone who had limited energy. Parts around the eye were still tender, however. “I have a good idea for you. Stop being an ungrateful bitch. I don’t care who you are, but I don’t need your dumb lessons. I don’t need your dumb explanations.” Gabriel looked over at Nyx and smiled like an innocent. “Just shut the fuck up. It will do you wonders.”
Gabriel threw the photos off his bed. “Then you must be a withered old bat. You can’t agree on shit!” He got out of his bed, picked up his satchel, and stumbled to the door of his study. He fit the bag over his shoulders, opening the door. “Oh no, I’m not as gone as you. You have had millions of years to lose your mind, and you have spilled it everywhere.” He stood in the doorway. “But I’m still there.” Gabriel slammed the door closed. He was gone.
Nyx shrugs, barely even acknowledging Gabriel's various statements.
Except for one.
"I am not ungrateful. You are lucky I even decided to work with you as long as I did without forcing you into a contract." he snorts, aggravated. "And stop that smile. It doesn't work on me."
Gabriel rolled his eyes, leaving the room. His satchel felt constraining around his fragile chest. He stumbled down the stairs of his home, already out of breath. He should have healed his goddamn chest, not the eye. Being blind wasn't too bad. Glazing his hand over the sigils, he booked it out the door. He couldn't stay stuff in a room with that monster for another second. As he slammed the door, the sigils on the door glowed red, expelling a wild heat. Once Gabriel was out on the streets, he shuffled down the road, keeping his head down. People passed him as if he was a ghost. He was surprised he hadn't craved another vial of bleed yet. Far from his home, he stopped, standing in front of a council building. A black haired man stood in front of him. "Go the fuck away." He growled.
The man crossed his arms, snarling at Gabriel. He was clearly disappointed at the Warlock. "Gabriel, how did you live? And what did you do to your body? Look at you! You look worse than Silas when he died."
Gabriel slowly breathed in, wincing as the pain in his chest burned throughout his body. He gritted his teeth, his face twisting in anger and pain. "You executed Silas. Of course, I look worse. He didn't have time to devolve into bitter rage or crave revenge. Now piss off, Kaz."
"Please—" Kaz pulled out a knife. "I think it's time for your demise. You've lived for too long. You should have died in the war you started. You should have died with your child." Kaz charged Gabriel, swinging the knife at his left side. He tried to move to the side, but the knife caught and blade dragged across his skin. His sliced the skin open and blood spill out quickly. Gabriel stared at Kaz, falling to his knees as he glared at the goody two shoes. Kaz looked at the knife and then Gabriel. He started to walk away, spinning the knife. Another demon put down for the world's sake.
Fuck. Gabriel wished he didn't walk outside. He sorta wished he'd put up with Nyx. Maybe dying was for the better. It was between getting torture or suffering quickly. Despite his thoughts, Gabriel dragged himself up, getting on his shaky feet. He started to drag himself home. He wasn't sure if he would make it home. Gabriel started to laughed as his body grew weaker. What a way to start off the evening.
Nyx feels something touch his side. It didn't feel like he'd been cut, but now that Gabriel had drank his blood, there was a connection there.
Sighing, Nyx xteps out of the house and walks over to Gabriel.
"Well, that looks bad," he says cooly, examining the wound.
He clicks his fingers.
The wound seals itself.
"Can't have you dying yet. I haven't had my fill of your ideas."
Gabriel placed his hand over the gash, trying to keep the blood inside his body. A small trail of the red liquid formed, following him as he staggered home. His hand was stained red, and he coughed from the excess energy used. He looked up to see Nyx. He couldn't complain, he was bleeding out after all. Gabriel looked slightly pale, clinging to the demon. "No kidding it looks bad." He muttered, closing his eyes. The wound pulsed and stitched itself together. He didn't like the feeling of the wound stitching up. Gabriel let go of Nyx, brushing himself off. He examined his bloodied clothes, groaning. More clothing wasted. "If you're not done with my ideas, then go kill the bitch that tried to murder me. It would be a great favor."
Nyx shrugs.
"Suit yourself, though don't blame me if I play with my food first. I like to hunt." he purrs, a vicious gleam in his eyes as he stalks away.
