Lucifer slumps down on top of Nyx, panting and satisfied, eyes falling closed. Nyx smiles, wrapping his arms around the devil and turning over to his side, cradling the devil against his chest.
"Rest, Luci," Nyx whispers when Lucifer lets out a soft groan, eyelids fluttering as Nyx's magic vanishes their fluids. "Hmm, maybe I should let you play power bottom more often if you end up this tired and cute."
"'m not cute," Lucifer mumbles, cuddling closer to the draxon.
"You are for me, my love," Nyx replies, gently nuzzling the devil. "Only for me."
"... Only for you," Lucifer agrees.
He lets out a comfortable sigh. A few minutes later, his breathing evens out and he falls to sleep.
"Now, to work," Nyx whispers, silently getting up and getting dressed. Looking at Lucifer, he smiles softly, brushing some of the devil's hair from his eyes and placing a light kiss to his forehead. "I'll be back soon, love."
Walking to the balcony, Nyx's wings come out and he disappears. Flying to the outside edge of the city, to a hill overlooking the bright lights of LA, he sees Amenadiel waiting for him.
"What did you want to see me for?" the angel asks as Nyx lands.
"Well, you see, Amenadiel, Luci seems to have omitted some details when he told me what happened while I was... dead. I'm wondering what you know that he may have left out."
"Well, that depends," Amenadiel replies. "Lucifer doesn't tell me everything. If he told everything to anyone, I'd imagine it would be you."
Nyx nods, "That's what I would have expected as well. However, somehow the event of being kidnapped and left in the desert slipped his mind."
"He didn't tell you that?" Amenadiel asks, surprised. "I heard about it quite a number of times from him. You know how he is with something like that."
"I do, which is why I don't understand why he wouldn't tell me."
"And you're asking me to let you look through my memories to see if there's anything else Lucifer neglected to mention?"
"If you don't mind. I promise, I'll only look at your memories from the months I was healing, and only those regarding my dear devil."
Thinking for a few seconds, Amenadiel nods. "Alright."
Smiling, Nyx's eyes flare orange and his magic enters the angel's mind. Flashes of memories cross Amenadiel's mind as Nyx looks through them. True to his word, the draxon avoids private memories and he's done in only a minute or two.
Blinking, Nyx gives Amenadiel a smile, "Thanks for that. I guess there were a few minor things he avoided saying, but nothing else important..."
Amenadiel nods in return, "Of course. If anyone will take care of my brother and make sure he doesn't self-destruct, it's you, Nyxeus, and for that I thank you."
Nyx pauses at that, a happy smile appearing on his lips a few seconds later. Returning the look, Amenadiel turns and walks away. Nyx turns to watch the glittering lights of the city for a few seconds, reaching out with his magic and feeling the life running through the Earth around him.
His relaxed smile turns to a wicked smirk as his magic finds the troubled soul coming closer. He turns around, seeing a frustrated looking man walking up the hill.
"Stupid bitch," the man mumbles angrily. Seeing Nyx, he freezes, eyes widening before he quickly composes himself, "Sorry, I didn't expect anyone else to be here."
"Neither did I," Nyx replies. "You seem to be troubled."
The man hesitates. Seeing this, Nyx pushes his magic into the man's mind, adding influence to make him talk.
The stranger sighs. "I found my wife cheating on me with her ex. Ten years of marriage and she's been going behind my back for eight of them."
Nyx gives a fake, sympathetic frown. "That's a horrible thing to do."
"Yeah... It's not like I'm innocent though either."
Sensing more hesitation, Nyx gives the man a kind look, "It's alright, you can trust me. Whatever you say, I won't tell anyone."
The man scoffs a little, "Not even the cops?"
"You want revenge?" Nyx guesses, rooting through the man's mind and biting back a wide smirk.
"Yes. I've... spent enough money on cocaine, I can't claim to be a saint either."
Nyx's lips curve up as a plan forms in his mind. "Well, Liam, why don't I help you with this little revenge desire of yours?"
"You would do that?" Liam asks before tensing, "Wait, how do you know my name?"
"I know everything about you, Liam Patrick Evans," Nyx says, eyes flaring orange. Liam finds himself unable to move, his body no longer under his control. "Go to sleep, and when you wake, everything will be taken care of."
A lulling sensation fills the man's mind, and despite the fear drowning him, he succumbs to darkness.
A wide smile crosses Nyx's lips before his wings come out again and he flies back to the penthouse. He slips back into bed beside the sleeping devil, managing to get comfortable without causing Lucifer to stir.
Closing his eyes, Nyx sends his magic to the unconscious body of the man he had just met, still lying on the hillside. Slipping into his body, Nyx opens his eyes and gets up. Looking around, he heads back the way Liam had come, finding the man's car nearby.
He drives to Liam's home, smirking as he senses the man in the middle of a nightmare, completely unaware of the possession his body is under. Nyx hums softly as he parks the car in the driveway and steps out.
Walking up the porch stairs, Nyx finds the door unlocked. Slipping inside, he finds the two offenders waiting in the living room. Nyx keeps his head down to keep the pair from seeing Liam's orange eyes, the tell-tale sign of Nyx's possession, though they likely wouldn't know it.
"Liam," Sasha, the man's wife, says pleadingly, "I... I'm sorry."
"I'm not," Thompson mutters.
"Please, Liam," Sasha begs when Nyx doesn't reply, only moves closer. "I promise, it won't happen again. Babe, I love you."
A cold chuckle bubbles past Nyx's lips, "Do you?"
Sasha nods immediately, "I do, Liam, I do. I just... I don't know."
"Sure," Thompson says, drawing out the word and rolling his eyes. "As if you haven't fucked me hundreds of times throughout your marriage."
This earns him a slap from Sasha. "I told you to get out of my house."
Grumbling, Thompson goes to walk out only to be stopped by Nyx sidestepping to stand in front of him.
"Leaving so soon?" Nyx whispers, grinning widely, eyes crazed. "The fun hasn't even started yet."
"'Fun?'" Thompson repeats, "What the fuck are you on, Evans?"
"A few healthy doses of insanity," Nyx replies, noting that Liam is shorter than the other man. "Come on, there's something I want to show you."
Nyx leads the man to the basement door, opening it. "After you."
Thompson hesitates, visibly unnerved. Sweet smile vanishing, Nyx grabs the man and throws him down the stairs, listening to Thompson's pained yells as he falls.
Sasha's eyes widen in shock and horror, "Liam... What...?"
An evil grin spreads across Nyx lips as he finally looks up to let the woman see his bright orange eyes. "Sorry miss, but Liam is sleeping."
"W-what the fuck is going on Liam?!" Sasha shouts before running to the kitchen.
"Now now, a pretty miss like you really ought to have a cleaner mouth," Nyx says, walking after the woman, finding her clutching a large knife.
"S-stay back!" Sasha whimpers, shakily pointing the knife at Nyx. "I have a knife!"
"I can see that," Nyx replies. "But you are no match for me, dearie."
Quick as a flash, Nyx knocks the knife from Sasha's hands and grabs her by the throat, dragging her to the stairs before and throwing her down as well where she lands on the groaning Thompson. Nyx smiles, walking down the blood splattered stairs, closing the door and leaving the basement in darkness.
Two sets of heavy, panicked breathing fill the silence, along with movement. With his night-vision, Nyx watches as Sasha scrambles backwards, dragging Thompson with her and leaving a smear of blood along the wooden floor.
The scent of blood is heavy in the air. Taking a deep breath, Nyx smiles. "Now, let's play."
⚯
Returning to his body and opening his eyes slowly, a smirk grows on Nyx's lips. The faint taste of blood is still in his mouth from running his tongue along the bloodied knife.
Liam won't remember a thing; he'll think he was alone on that hill for a while, then it's all darkness until he wakes up with a pounding headache from all the alcohol Nyx drank to make it seem like he got blackout drunk.
A quiet laugh escapes Nyx's lips at the memory, greatly enjoying the blood and chaos he's created.
Lucifer's light snores change the draxon's evil smirk to a happy smile. His fingers gently run through the devil's hair a few times before settling to cradle his head.
"Hmm, I don't think you need to know about this... Not yet, at least."