(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.
(Boop)
"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.
Gabriel huffed, coughing up little specks of blood. Oh not again. It didn’t help that it rattled his chest. “Just—“ He growled in aggravation. “I don’t fucking care how you do it, just splatter his brains everywhere, kitty cat.” He wheezed again, coughing into his arm. He dashed back off to his house, entering his home. Gabriel noticed the warm temperature and the glowing red signals. “I need to stop activating portals to hell.” He waved his hand over the markings and they shimmered to a black. “Better.” Gabriel made it upstairs, tearing his satchel off his person. He threw it against his desk and grabbed another vial. Just as he uncapped the vial and put it to his lips, another voice spoke.
“Tsk tsk. Don’t drink that.”
Gabriel stopped looking around paranoid. Did he let another goddamn demon into his home? The first one was a mistake. But when he looked around, he spotted a cat. A cat that spoke, made unnatural expressions and had a very convincing tone. “What is with you demons pawing your way into my house!” He yelled. “I want you out! And don’t you dare think about shifting back, I don’t wanna see another demon-shaped fellow.” Gabriel screeched, and he drank the blood despite the other demon’s dismay. Black cracks formed over his left hand. All the nerves in his hand died, leaving him with no sensations.
Nyx takes days to hunt down the man, slowly creeping up on him the entire time, making the man look over his shoulder at every noise, keeping him up at night to stop the nightmares that then start visiting him in the waking world, slowly driving him insane with eldritch whisperings of foul threats and rites.
Then comes the day that Nyx has an idea.
He gives the man an ability; well, more of a semi-permanent condition.
He now existed in what humans thought was the 4th dimension.
He understood what it meant to live a life where none of the rules he used to be bound by existed. He understood principles never fully explainable.
Then. . . Nyx takes that all away again, leaving the man broken and mad, all alone in his house.
He goes back to Gabriel's place.
"So. I have news. He broke pretty quickly."
Gabriel, however, was fighting with a cat demon over the next few days his demonic overlord was gone. It was silly, a grown man fighting with a cat, but this one was beyond a stupid animal. When Gabriel went to bed, the cat would jump onto the bed, licking his paws. It would stare Gabriel down, angry that his bond with Nyx grew. The cat would follow him about, criticizing Gabriel on how he lived his life. The demon had a lot to say, but they were not a great thing to hear. At one point, he contemplated throwing himself out of a window to erase the cat's echoes from his mind. The day Nyx was done driving Kaz insane was the day Gabriel snapped. "Don't you have anything better to do than follow and mock me all day? I get it! Your ass isn't happy I am connected with a certain demon. We get over it! Nothing is going to change because I opened a portal." The cat hissed, shifting into a 7-foot demon. Gabriel swallowed harshly. "Fuck."
The door clicked open, and there was Nyx. Gabriel couldn't tell if this was a wonderful time or a bad time. All he could tell was that there was a weapon around his neck. "Great to know, Nyx. Look, I'm a little.." He paused. "Busy at the moment." The weapon around his throat was pressed in further, creating more pressure.
Nyx blinks, then laughs at the demon who had a knife pressed to Gabriel's throat.
"Nice to see you, old friend. Tell me, why do you have a knife at my servant's throat?"
The demon growled, its shadowy form flickering in the decaying light. Gabriel desperately tried to back away, but the tip of the knife lightly opened a small cut in his throat. Gabriel did not move a muscle. Today had been very awful. I am not your friend. The demon’s voice echoed around the room. But your servant opened a gateway that invited me in.
Gabriel laughed. “That wasn’t an invitation, you idiot. That wants you to call an accident. I don’t invite random demons into my home.” The knife was pushed deeper into the small cut. SILENCE! Gabriel promptly shut his mouth. But once I noticed the scent of you on him, I thought it would be better to put him down. Take his soul to where it belongs.
“Listen, I don’t have a soul. I haven’t had one for years! My parents—“ The demon snapped his fingers and soul with major cracks appearing in its hand. “I— you can’t drag my living body along with it! I don’t belong to you!” The demon hissed and drove the tip of the knife into Gabriel’s throat. Not too deep to kill him, but deep enough to shut him up. I think you have what is mine.
Nyx tilts his head curiously, but a murderous gleam appears in his eyes as he places a hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Well, I'd love to keep you here, but I have business to attend to with Gabriel. So. . ." he says, drawing his sword.
"Bye-bye."
He cuts a portal into the air and warps towards the demon, disarming it and tossing it into the portal, closing it after the demon.
"Now that that's dealt with, your other attacker has been properly broken."
Gabriel watched the demon be disarmed, then thrown into the portal. He coughed as the pressure was released from his throat. It wasn't a pleasant feeling to get a knife dug into your throat. "Oh, that's good." He croaked. "Break the entire council while you're at it. They love eradicating us." He moved to sit at his desk, trying to remotely recover from 3 major injuries in two days. "I don't know what the demon was on about." Gabriel grabbed a journal, flipped to a random page, and started to write in an old language.
Nyx shrugs.
"Later. I need rest now."
Gabriel looked up from his journal, ink dripping off the tip of his fountain pen. “Later? You don't have to do it at all. It was something called sarcasm, but I don't think you know what that is. " He growled. He wasn't writing anything important. It was a scramble of words written in Latin. Many of them devolved into gibberish. “Rest? Where the fuck are you going to possibly rest? In a cocoon on my ceiling?” Gabriel slammed the book closed. “I didn't think demons needed to rest, either. It feels more like a suggestion than a necessity.”
(Boop)
(Sorry, trying to figure out either how to break Gabriel further or break any number of his targets)
(That's alright. I'm personally curious how breaking Gabriel would affect his personality. Like how badly would it derail everything)
(Lol, I can derail this without breaking Gabriel, but it's funner to do it by breaking him; anyways, you'll have a response in the next hour-ish, I'm still hammering out a couple details)
(Yeah! Now we’re talking ;) Derail by derailing the main character)
(Lol)
Nyx chuckles darkly.
"I do, child, but I don't overly familiarize myself with petty human linguistics unless it helps me in the long run."
"Demons rest in a way that may seem a little. . . disturbing. Especially those of us who have ancestry linking to Ré'Lâkhab, the first dark elf, and Ûr, the Lord of Dragons. Like me."
Gabriel scowled at the demon. He hated being called that word 'child'. "How many times must I tell you? I am not a child, I am not your child." He continued with his work. His hand with the dead nerves cramped up, and he screamed in agony. It wasn't of his own or accidental doing. "I have no idea of which you speak. You speak strange words that correlate with no meaning to my life. Now go play your little game. I'll be right here when you return." Gabriel looked up, staring Nyx into his eyes.
"You are a child. You are a spoiled brat playing at being a bad guy." Nyx shrugs.
Nyx stares right back into Gabriel's eyes, crimson orbs reflecting only Gabriel's own past back at him. "Both have been names lost to most texts and works. My past is filled with the deaths of gods and universes, child. My games play into a larger goal than you could understand without me shattering your mind."
Gabriel growled, snapping the pen he worked with in half. "I am not a fucking child. I am not playing the bad guy for fun! I was forced into this position. You wouldn't understand that. People need to pay for their sins." He stood, staring at the reflections of his past mistakes, friends, family, and upbringing. It was unpleasant to see a less disheveled version of himself in the eyes of a demon. "Larger goal, you say? I am part of no one's games. I will not play into your "larger" goal. I can handle most, and your goal— it's probably not that incompressible. You've already told me parts of it."
"I understand perfectly well, thanks. I didn't just fucking decide to become a demon, I was forced to become one. And I fucking started enjoying it. Ever have to live with the fact that your mother was raped by a demon and had you unwillingly? Ever have to deal with your own mother, your own fucking family, treating you like a mistake, like a fucking animal? Ever have to learn how to withstand brutal beatings at the hands of other adults and children? Ever have to learn how to fucking hunt for your own food with powers you could barely control? Ever had the sheer pleasure of ordering everyone around you to die, and watching their corrupted souls flee their bodies, their lifeless corpses falling to the ground? Have you ever had the pleasure of shattering your own wretched mother's mind and body slowly? No? Then shut your goddamn mouth. You know nothing of true pain, until you've lived through centuries upon centuries upon centuries of brutal beatings and violence towards your person. Consider yourself fucking lucky. Because compared to what I've been through, and the thing that my own people turned me into? You are a fucking worthless brat playing around in your own sandbox of regret and despair and petty vengeance." Nyx screams.
"And everyone is a part of my game, child. Everyone is my pawn, a petty, insignificant ant just waiting to be crushed by the hand of their master. I live to cause pain and suffering. I am pain and suffering. I am Nyx, the lord of Hell itself. I fought my way to the top, killing and maiming and betraying for my own personal goal of killing the bastard that made me." they laugh, broken, mad, violent.
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