Gabriel was out like a light, only hearing half of Nyx's words before the world went black. Blood spilled from the back of his head, staining his blond hair. Smacking it against his desk, the corner sliced a cut on his scalp. His body laid limply, Nyx's shoulder digging into his stomach. He made a whine, his body's reaction to being slung over someone's bony shoulders roughly. The world was going to suffer, and then he was going to suffer. That's the only thing that stuck in his hazy head. Other than that, Nyx's other words were just pure fuzz.
Nyx thinks for a moment, then sighs, watching the blood. He concentrates slightly, and Gabriel's wounds close.
He tosses the man into his bed, then walks back out into the study.
Being thrown roughly into your own bed doesn't help with rest. Gabriel stirred only a few moments later, opening his eyes. He moved to sit on the edge of his bed, concerned that he couldn't see out of his right eye. There was still a throbbing sensation behind it, and at this point, he really wanted to scratch it out. He took the knife out of his coat jacket and placed the tip at the corner of his eye. He had no mirror to see where the tip would puncture, his hands shaking from the stimulation the blood gave him. Fortunately, Gabriel came to his senses, the knife fumbling through his hands and dropping to the floor. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.
Nyx is currently playing dice with himself, tossing the dice into the air and catching them, performing tricks, and generally being what would be considered a nuisance in the everyday world.
Gabriel lifted himself out of bed, peering into the into his study. He watched Nyx play with the dice, wondering why he would be playing with them. He shook his head, his eye stinging. Gabriel cleared his throat, hoping the demon noted his presence. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but he had a very bad feeling.
Nyx doesn't turn.
"You're up early." he snarks, catching the dice and stowing them in a pocket in his robes somewhere.
"Now, who's next on that little list of yours?"
Gabriel slowly walked out of his room and into his study. He pressed his hand to his head, his vision blurry. He stumbled like a baby deer, trying to adjust since he was blinded in one eye. His depth perception was off. By a lot. “It’s not that early..” He winced. “I just..” His brain was full of fuzz. “I just can’t think clearly.” Gabriel blinked slowly, pulling his hand away from his head. He felt around his his coat pocket, pulling out another sketch. Opening the folded paper, he looked down at it, his own blood dripping onto it. Conveniently, it splattered on places with gory detail. Pressing his thumb to the cut by the corner of his eye, Gabriel read off the name. “Viola Sinclair and her punishment is decapitation after brutal torture. Both her and her husband.”
"That I do well. Would you like to watch?" Nyx smirks, turning to look at Gabriel.
He whistles softly, producing a mirror. "Take a look at you."
Gabriel took his thumb of off the wound, the blood having clotted. He was silent for a moment before handing his sketch to Nyx, the address written at the top. “I mean why not.” He shrugged. “I’m the one who produced the drawing anyway.” Gabriel steps forward, looking into the mirror. He couldn’t see half of his face clearly. “What? My hair is messy, my jacket is crinkled, and my eyes have their usual red rim. What’s different? Is it something to do with my blind eye?”
Nyx laughs slightly. "True. But I think you'll enjoy the way I go about performing your drawing, and then twisting it."
"The black cracks spreading from that eye. Is that normal? Are you sure you're human?" he asks, not caring one way or the other.
Gabriel smiled at Nyx’s slight excitement. “Yes, I do like seeing the creative input you put out there, sir. It is quite interesting.” He yanked the mirror out of Nyx’s hands, trying to see the right half of his face. “What do you mean black cracks?! Cracks or veins. Veins are normal but black cracks are certainly not!” He dropped the mirror, the glass inside shattering all over the floor. The broken pieces showed distorted parts of his face. “I’ve been consuming demon blood for— like 90 years now and have had no issue.” He huffed. “I assure you I am still somewhat human. At least I’m supposed to.” He paused, staring at Nyx. “What the hell have you done to me?” Gabriel hissed.
"Thank you! Someone appreciates my work." Nyx exclaims before pausing. "Well, besides Goldergon. Haven't seen him in a bit. After all this I might go find him"
He snickers, shrugging lazily. "Who knows? Maybe it's the curse, maybe my blood is a bit too rich for you, maybe it's both. But as for you being human. . . I doubt that."
Gabriel nodded in welcome. He didn’t envision his future self complimenting a demon on his— work of mutilating a human body. But watch Nyx do his thing was.. interesting. “Goldergon?” He echos the name. His confusion only got worse as the day went on. Taking a deep breath, he tried to think rationally. “Your blood couldn’t be too powerful to mutilate my human form. I’ve drank some nasty stuff and even I’ve remained the same.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “But the curse.. might to it.” He shuffled over to his desk, snatching up an important paper before shoving it in his coat pocket. “Humans put me in a category of human. I am a witch—“ He faltered. “A warlock. We warlocks cannot age after a certain point. It’s just like the witches except— we’re warlocks because we drink the blood of a demon to acquire dark magic. But my family is a warlock family. They sold my soul when I was 4.” He scoffed. Recalling his past wasn’t his favorite activity. “But now I don’t think I can’t call myself human anymore. I feel— oddly demon like..”
"Oh, just an old friend. He's a strange figure." Nyx says dismissively.
"Oh? I think it might be." he says slyly. "But the curse would be most of it."
"Warlock, huh? So descended from demons. Lilith, to be precise." he thinks, saying his thoughts out loud.
(Is that a Shadowhunters reference? Because I feel like that's a Shadowhunters reference)
Gabriel sighed. How much of his DNA was truly changing? How much of it was tainted? What was the percent? He was tainted since he was a child. Cruel and unkind to the world's creatures. It was in his family, a long line of people tainted by demons. "It seems that you know a lot of strange figures. You're a strange figure yourself." He grabbed a small, thin grimoire off his bookshelf. It was a condensed version compared to the one he had on his desk. He placed it on the inside of his jacket. It made you wonder how much space this man had. "That little curse of yours is what is causing me to look like a porcelain doll. I know what demonic curses can do. Your blood is not the problem." Gabriel scurried around his a study. "I guess you could put it like that… but that point is… I am fucking screwed." He walked back over to Nyx. "Let's go."
(It is! Dear lord, finally, I find someone who knows Shadowhunters.)
"I do indeed. And yes, I am." Nyx replies shortly.
"Oh, dear. . . let me explain it then. My blood, is, in itself, a demonic curse. It's also a blessing. In return for your life, you get power greater than what you had before. It's a sort of. . . contract." he sighs, waving a lazy hand through the air as he explains.
"You already were, sir. But yeah, let's go." Nyx says, walking towards the door of the study. Towards the door to the rest of London.
(Hell yeah! I've literally never found someone who knew the book series either, lol. But after typing that, I thought about how coincidentally it sounds like Gabriel has a yin fen addiction, just without silver hair and eyes)
Gabriel decided he had too much in his coat and opted to grab a satchel. He picked up the leather one sitting by his desk. Unlatching it, he placed the grimoire inside, along with the objects he's collected. Swishing his hand, the knife he'd dropped on the bedroom floor appeared. He placed it inside along with a few more objects. "Yes, of course you do." He muttered, listening to Nyx's new explanation. Gabriel sighed heavily, glaring at the demon. "That would have been nice to know earlier before I indulged." He slung the satchel over his shoulder. "But all the demons I work with are two-faced. They don't tell you details before you make the deal. That's how they get you. But I wouldn't expect any less." He followed Nyx out of the door, climbing down the creaky stairs of his house. The front door had strange markings on it. Gabriel had forgotten about the symbols on his door and flushed in embarrassment. "Yeah… I knew that. The place is across the street, so we can walk." Ignoring the symbols he'd drawn in one of his… fits, he opened the door roughly, letting Nyx out. He hissed when the sun hit his pale face. Looking down the street, he ran across quickly. Viola would, undoubtedly, try to kill him. The normals— those who swore demon to be slain— never like him. Definitely not a warlock like him. They never liked anyone in audience with those of hell. It scared the sane.
(Lol, thank you! You are amazing!!!!!! I swear, if you want someone to rant to about Shadowhunter shit, I'm always open!)
"Well, considering, I'm the only convenient source of demon's blood, you had no other choice. And I'm not two-faced so much as multi-headed." Nyx replies.
He smirks and turns a cartwheel down the stairs and onto the sidewalk, then walks across the street.
He turns back to Gabriel, winks, then disappears.
(Where were you when I needed to expel my Will Herondale baggage? Lol. I swear, the Herondales have some everlasting trauma)
Gabriel rolled his eyes. Sometimes he wished he hadn't picked up such an eccentric demon. Is this where his bloodline originated from? Blood from something like this? Yikes. The sun beat down on Gabriel. It burned his pale skin as he reached the front door that belonged to the Sinclairs. Trying to open it normally wasn't going to work. It was way too early to have unlocked doors. Instead, Gabriel kicked it in, alerting the Sinclairs. Stepping into the house, he could hear the echoing creaks of the old house. Someone was coming down the stairs. A woman emerged from the shadows, wearing silk pajamas. Gabriel smiled. "Hello Viola, remember me?" She held a silver knife, her eyes wide with terror. Looking Gabriel up and down, a squeak came from her throat. "What have you done to yourself? It’s like I can see him in your face! You Youngbloods are destructive with your bodies. You have tainted yourself." Gabriel's jaw tightened and slowly advanced towards Viola. His boots made low, methodical noises. He stepped onto the bottom stair, gaining on her as she backed up. "I was tainted since I was born, Viola. You know what my parents taught me. Gave to me. Sold." He hissed. "Now you must pay for MURDERING MY FRIEND!" His voice lifted. "WITH YOUR BLOOD!" Viola whimpered, throwing the knife in her hand at him. Gabriel dodged, narrowing his eyes. "A blessed knife… Where did you get that? Are you acquainted with the hunters? Or praying to the angels before you dream?" Advancing on her, she started to stammer useless words. Gabriel called forth for his partner in crime. Nyx. While waiting for the demon, he curled his fingers and started to choke Viola using his power. She clawed at her throat as a cruel gleam fired in his eyes. Viola’s husband stood at the top of the stairs, snarling at Gabriel. Oh, so now her husband finally comes to help. Rolling his eyes, he used his other hand to shove him to the side, banging the man’s head on the sharp corner of the banister.
(Sorry, sorry! Got a bit distracted lol)
(Yeah XD Heronadales are the best, though-)
Nyx pokes his head around the corner, glaring.
"Enough of that, Gabriel. It's my job to kill them, not yours. I'll start with the girl and the husband can watch." he huffs.
He strides down the stairs and lifts Viola easily.
She starts muttering something and Nyx jabs her viciously in the stomach, knocking every bit of wind out of her and leaving her slumped and nearly unconscious.
He scoops up the man as well, then brings them both to the master bedroom.
He binds them both up, then fetches the children, tying them tightly and gagging them.
(It's alright. No worries)
(Though what? Spit it out! Are you a duck? Huh?)
Gabriel strengthened the hold he had on Viola's neck, making her grasp for breath. His hand was almost a first. And then there he was. Nyx was going to ruin his preemptive fun. Hearing the snake like voice slither across sound waves and pierce his ear. "But I'm having fun!" He eased up, letting Viola breathe. "I originally made the plans. I was originally going to kill them. I just hired you." He hissed. "It still is my job. You don't tell me what to do. You're merely my servant." He let go, and Viola gasped for air. She turned her head around and stared at Nyx. Her eyes flicked back to Gabriel. "Is Lucifer giving you more of his lackeys? You—" She was cut short, kicking as Nyx picked her up. But soon, she was out. Gabriel followed Nyx up the stairs, quiet as they entered the master bedroom. He stood around as Nyx did his thing. Nothing like ending a bloodline. He did feel any remorse. Not even for kids. No. She was one of the reasons his own children were killed. "What's the next part of your plan, sir?"
(No! I got attacked by a duck!)
Nyx glares.
"Don't forget your place, child." he snarls.
He turns to Viola. "I think you'll find, when you go to Hell, that the only Lord you'll have is me."
He smirks at Gabriel. "Brutality is such a reckless thing on its own. You need artistry to go with it."
He kneels in front of Viola. "You and your husband will die. Painfully. He will watch as I cut you apart, and you will do the same for him. Because that's love, isn't it? Sticking through everything with the one you chose?"
He smirks, pulling out a small nail file.
"Now, be a good girl and scream nice and loud for the children. We wouldn't want them to get bored, now would we?" he says, clicking his fingers. Viola's clothes disappear, leaving her in just her underthings. He carefully examines her, then moves down to her legs. With a sudden, sure movement, he slides the file up underneath the nail of her big toe and pulls up, tearing it off slowly. He does the same for each of her other toenails.
With each nail comes a scream. And a well of blood.
He smiles.
(:0 How unfortunate. Ducks are evil. Welcome to the Herondale lineage. It’s scary)
Gabriel glared at Nyx, standing a little ways from him. "I am not a child… and I am certainly not your child. I am a grown adult whom can do what he pleases." He watched as Viola was gagged and tied. She was a pitiful girl. Couldn't even fight back against a demon. I can see him in your face. Father. He didn't get along with his father well, but had fallen down his same path. At least that's what he thought she meant. Had she meant otherwise? He wasn't a demon after all, nor did he have demonic ancestors… At least he didn't think. "I don't have artistry." Gabriel broke himself out of his own thoughts. “I just know how to hurt and break. It is a specialty of mine." He huffed, getting closer to Viola. He wanted to punch her in the mouth. Gabriel didn't really listen to Nyx's monologue about screaming, the kids, or death. Instead, his attention was brought back to her screams. Glancing over at Nyx, a shiver ran down his spine as he watched each nail get ripped off. He could feel the pain in his feet. So, to release the tension, he punched Viola in the face. Her nose started to bleed, the bone broken by his hand. Mere seconds later, she was screaming in severe pain.
(Indeed, they are! Blighted little buggers. . .)
"Compared to me, this entire world is a child. I am far, far older than you think," Nyx huffs.
"I know," he smirks.
He glances over. "You want to take over, sir?"
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