"Besides rage, pleasure and hate? No, not really." Nyx grins.
"Correction: I didn't flee, I'm here to destroy everything, and you're the one who'll help." he corrects.
Nyx waves a hand, the symbols scrubbed away with magic, replaced by far more sinister sigils, the aura of fear and pain surrounding them thick enough to see and smell. "Now nothing can find us, and if it does. . . well, I can kill it."
"Indeed!" he says brightly.
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Gabriel placed his hands in his lap. He didn't want to be stuck here the rest of his somewhat immortal life. "Two of those are quite similar… but I suppose you've never felt happiness or something similar." He shook his head, wondering if he could make the demon feel something. "How can I help destroy everything? I am not a demon nor under your legion. There is nothing I can give you to help. Why me?" Gabriel laid on his bed, wrapping the sheets around his body. He watched the sigils turn from pale black to a glittery red. "Good to know. I don't want to be killed because of your deeds."
"Oh, I feel joy when I'm tearing people apart. But mostly, anger." Nyx shrugs.
"What is the name of the demon who gave your family its demonic powers?" he sighs.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I'll eventually kill you myself." Nyx replies.
Gabriel went silent. He didn’t want to be torn apart by this demon lord. He didn’t want to be a slave to this demon lord. He pulled the sheets over his head. “Don’t tear me apart, please. I don’t want to die.” He whined. He poked his head out from under the sheets, staring at the demon standing over the side of his bed. He looked menacing as if he was going to do something unspeakable to Gabriel. Truth be told, he already had. “I don’t know. I don’t know the demon’s name. I don’t remember. I think it started with an A.” Fear twisted Gabriel’s face, leaving it scarred and messy. He seemed like a scared child that needed to be soothed.
"Oh, you won't get torn apart. Not for a while, at least." Nyx says casually.
"Azathoth? Azazel? Aramachiel? Adramach? Asterion? Aderoth?" he lists.
Pausing, the demon lord looks confused. He seems so helpless. . . but what do I do? I'm a demon lord, and he's my servant. It isn't a romance, I am not his father. But maybe he needs me to be? No, that's preposterous.
Gabriel let out a soft whine as he placed his head on the pillow. “That's quite reassuring, thank you.” He mutters snippily. He wanted to be left alone, but it would never happen with the demon here. He wanted someone to take care of him and tell him it was alright. But from the vague memories he had, he knew his life was never that tender. “Asterion rings a few bells, but it doesn’t sound right. Something about that name is off.” Gabriel continued to ramble about how off the name was. He seemed concerned, almost worried by the fact every name is spoken or word mutter stemmed off. He suddenly sprang out of his bed, pushing past the demon to grab a grimoire from the bookshelves. He flipped through the yellowed pages, looking carefully at the names. “That one!” He shouted. “It was that one.” He held the book up for Nyx to see the drawing. The demon had a sinister look shrouded in a cloud of black.
"It wasn't meant to be." Nyx snorts.
"Hmmm. . . that is Astaroth. A name I have not heard or seen in quite some time. A very powerful demon indeed." he chuckles.
Gabriel closed the book, placing it on the desk of scattered paper and murder plans. He stared at the demon with worry in his eyes after figuring out who the demon that had acquired his soul was. He still remembered that. "You're telling me that is the one I remember? I don't understand why any demon would want to mess with me." His voice sounded defeated, and he slumped against the desk. His head spun. Gabriel wasn't sure what to do with this information. He looked to Nyx for help.
Nyx raises an eybrow, pointing to himself.
When Gabriel slumps, some instinct of Nyx's takes over, catching him.
This also confuses the demon. He has no such instincts.
Gabriel stared at Nyx, his vision wavering. The demon pointing to himself was odd to the helpless warlock as if Nyx couldn't tell Gabriel was begging him for help. But demons were also tricksters who acted blind until their prey fell. There was a sense of attachment to the demon. The warlock couldn't tell why it was there. He had woken today to find Nyx standing at his bedside, lacking the memory to know why he was there. Nyx claimed to have nursed Gabriel back to health in his home. A demon's home? Preposterous. But, he felt the cold, gruff hands that belonged to the demon wrap around him. Curious. Nyx had come to his assistance. He laid his head against Nyx's arm. Gabriel’s blonde hair worked its way into covering his eyes. The scene itself looked like a painting from the renaissance period of humanity.
Gabriel had no idea why identifying the demon brought him anguish. Something told him Astaroth wasn’t done with him. A deep pain in his chest made him whimper. He hated being the toy to multiple demons. But one of those demons had reign over his soul, the other did not.
Nyx sighs, his own hair falling to cover his eyes.
Curious. I shouldn't have grabbed him, and yet I did. What purpose do these instincts have in the body of a killer?
With not even a huff of exertion, he picks up Gabriel and places him in bed.
"Rest for a while longer, I suppose. After you're well rested, we can start on the process of slaughtering this world."
Gabriel groans, clinging to Nyx. He didn’t want to be placed in bed. He didn’t need rest. Once placed in bed, he got right back out. “I don’t need any more rest. I am perfectly fine enough, thank you very much. We can start that process right now.” He stared into Nyx's eyes, a sternness in his own. “I only rest when I’m dying or injured.” Although, something felt like it was crushing an invisible force in his chest, but he wouldn't show.
Nyx's eyes narrow.
"Are you disobeying your master?" he asks, raising one hand and examining his nails. A faint thrum of power, like the buzz of a hornet's wings, resonates through the room as a staticky black nimbus appears around his hand.
Gabriel nodded, pushing past Nyx. The warlock was both mentally and physically taxed, but wouldn't mention anything about it. He trudged over to the desk, looking throw the books and papers. "I am disobeying you. I don't need rest, sir. I am alright, I promise you. Please don't force me to rest." Turning to face Nyx, he froze at the sight of the magic. All color drained from his face. "What are you doing there, sir?"
"You need rest, Gabriel. I can't have my servant getting in my way due to sheer tiredness. It give me a bad look, y'know?" Nyx hums.
"Nothing, as long as you get back into bed." the demon replies.
Gabriel frowned, leaning his body against the desk. This was preposterous. He had already rested for a day. How much more could he need? "But sir, I have already laid in bed for who knows how long. I shouldn't be tired. I won't get in your way, I swear! There is residue of exhaustion in my eyes." The whites of his eyes had a tinge of red. Deep, red circles took up residence under his eyes. But in fear of having the demon's magic used on him, he slunk back into the bedroom, plopping on the bed. "I find this to be absurd."
"My dear servant, you are tired anyways." Nyx huffs.
"And I find you to be absurd, but I have use for you anyways." the demon shrugs, the nimbus disappearing.
Gabriel turns away from Nyx, reluctant to settle into the bed further. “I told you, I am not tired. I had adequate rest the other day.” He stifled a yawn. “I didn't collapse because I was tired, it was because of the pain. The pain made me fall and it's still there… as if a clawed hand was crushing my chest.” He whispered, finally pulling a blanket over his shoulders. The warlock’s breathing slowed but became ragged. He fell asleep despite his claims, proving Nyx right. Gabriel was tried and he consumed more energy prancing around.
(Boop)
(EEEEEEEE SORRY!)
Nyx snorts with laughter, watch Gabriel fall asleep.
To ensure he stays asleep long enough to be properly useful, he places a spell that forces him to sleep until he's caught up on his lost sleep.
Meaning they may be there for a long time while his servant naps.
(Damn, he got practically drugged)
(Indeed lmao)
Gabriel stirred two days later, all his lost sleep regained from the two month period. His eyes did not flick open, for he wasn't ready to face the sun, but his muscles twitched. The movement in his body became greater as the gears in his mind started to turn. His brain told him he was entirely too warm. Way too warm. His eye flicked open, a harsh breath taken in. How long had he been inactive? It seemed too long. Gabriel moved the blanket off of his body, trying to loose the extra heat.
Nyx shifts slightly from where he hung on the ceiling.
Gabriel had not been too far off a while ago in his flippancy, when he asked if the demon lord would be resting in a cocoon hanging from the ceiling.
He was currently a strange reptilian creature, wrapped up tightly in shadows, hanging from the ceiling like some monstrous butterfly chrysalis.
(This is one of the many reasons why Gabriel should not be right)
Gabriel's bodily movement ceased. He did not look up, he did not question. The hairs of the back of his neck stood, his body telling him something was wrong. But Gabriel did not have time to question that something. He finally sat up, blinking and yawning, one thing on his forsaken mind. Spells. It was strange, at least he thought so. Swinging his legs over the edge of bed, the thought in his mind shifted. His eyes were quite dilated with a deranged madness. Goddamn that demon, Shaking his head, his pupils slowly decreased in size. Demons.
As soon as Gabriel shifts again, the creature on the ceiling shifts, the shadows dispelling, revealing a thing with scaly wings. Long tendrils seem to wrap around it again and again, in an infinite spiral of scales and flesh and pulsating demonic power.
Then it drops from the ceiling, uncurling aforementioned tendrils into tails and tentacles, making a wet, grinding plop noise as it does all this.
"Îhłńøçk døfråm ûñdêøg åhkåñ?" it asks, not realising that maybe Gabriel couldn't speak whatever hellish language was slithering out of his mouth.
Gabriel whipped his head around, his body tensing and locking in place. What the fuck was this creature? Gabriel did not know. “Wha-what the fuck are you?” His voice trembled, fear tensing his muscles. He took a shaky breath, getting lightheaded with every small shudder. What do I do? Great question, Gabriel. Great question. As of now, it was between passing out or passing out. The harsh language reached his ears and his face turned sour. He didn’t understand. “Wha-what?”
The creature - Nyx, seems to sigh.
It then draws itself up, shifting into the vague silthouette of an obscenely tall man before completeing the transformation.
"A demon lord. Any more dumb questions?" he snarks.
Gabriel shook his head, his body unlocking from it's springs. He could not account for his scattered mind, as it did not recognize many after being wiped of everything it knew. Sweat beaded on his forehead, matting his hair down on his head. He did not like the feeling, but could not complain. "Er… I would ask, but I don't think I want to. Not at this current moment." Gabriel blinked, his caramel eyes still holding his fear that had passed. Confusion had replaced that fear, ruining his beautiful eyes with its unknown mockery. "I just need something to do. Yes! Something to do. It may help me clear my mind." He laughed nervously.
"Good." Nyx replies cheerfully.
"Mmmm. . . follow me." he smiles, snapping open a swirling portal, otherwordly moans trickling through like molasses.