"Let's just do it. You've been hiding in your room all week. You can't let him control your life, Nyxie. It's Friday night; let's go to Bar '97. Please! We haven't gone out for ages, and soon we'll be too old."

We are already too old, Nyx thought.

Selene selected a giant silver hoop earring off her dresser and put it on while Nyx sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the three dresses she laid on the bed.

Selene continued her convincing, "we haven't seen him at all, right? And surely he won't do anything in a crowded club. I'll bring my taser."

Nyx chuckled and picked a long-sleeved tight-fitting black dress. "Fine, okay fine. Only because I'm sick of being in this house, and you're right; it should be fine." Nyx shimmied into the outfit and tucked her nerves inside. 

If I can turn a demon into a human and make an angel fall, I should be able to handle a fallen angel.

After batting her lashes and pouting in the doorway, Selene invited Medea, and the three clambered into an Uber. After a short drive, they stepped out and joined the line outside Bar '97. They looked to be the oldest people there, and Nyx cringed. If Selene weren't so into dancing, she would have found something better to do on a Friday night. 

The line moved quickly, and Nyx smiled when the bouncer ID checked her.

Still got it.

A short, well-lit corridor appeared past the doors that opened into a large dance floor. Dancers framed the DJ booth, both professional and drunk uncoordinated patrons, and the bar took up the back wall. Four chained cages surrounded the bar filled with random attractive people selected by club promoters.

Nyx followed Selene and Medea to the bar, where they ordered their drinks and waited as they finished them in one guzzle. "You sure you don't want one, babe?" Selene shouted over the music.

"No, I'm good for now. Let's just dance."

A grin split Selene's face as she gripped Nyx's hands and pushed her into the crowds of people. Little halos blinked and swirled about everyone's heads, so Nyx kept her eyes slightly downcast. She let her body sway and spin to the music, her hands swirling in the air and disappearing in her wild copper waves. Nyx's hips had a mind of their own, and she nearly yelped when a warm pair of hands clasped each side of her waist. Her elbow turned to jab the assailant in the ribs, but a whisper stopped her. 

"Come find me." The grip lifted, and as Nyx spun to find the voice's owner, she was met by a blinking Medea.

"What that you?"

"What?"

"That touched my hips..."

Medea scrunched her nose. "What are you talking about? Nobody touched you. I've been behind you the whole time."

Come find me.

Nyx spun as the same voice whispered in her ear. "Where's Selene gone?"

Medea shrugged and wrapped her arms around herself. She looked small. "I think she said something about the bathroom."

Nyx muttered a quick thanks and headed for the toilets. Medea didn't follow, and Nyx shook off the cold tingles that trailed down her back. The bathroom door stood ajar, the darkened entrance setting off every alarm in her body. The urge to turn and run gripped her, but she needed to find Selene.

She leaned forward on her toes and let her head peek slightly past the door. "Selene? Are you in here?"

The seconds ticked on, and only the gentle drip of water from a busted pipe answered her. Instead of tempting fate any longer, she spun and went towards the dance floor, only to be halted by an iron grip around her bicep. A scream leapt from her lips, but another clammy palm halted its progress.

"It's time to finish the job. Tunrida is ready to meet with you now." Micah's voice terrorised Nyx's body, freezing her to the spot. Tunrida?

"Stay quiet," he whispered into her neck, letting his fingers trail across her lips. She tried to open her mouth, but her jaw clamped together as if wired shut.

"Don't fight me." Micah spun her to face him, gripping her chin between his dirty fingers. "You were made for this Nyx. You're my secret weapon." His words curled around her face, and a frown etched her brow. She couldn't speak, but she would still let him know how pissed she was. "You help Tunrida banish Neo's Demons and give me back my wings. After that, you can live your life. I will never bother you again."

Nyx fought the burn in her throat and tilted her head defiantly, forcing the tears back down. I won't let him see me cry.

"Oh, no need to cry. You'll just be doing what's right." He pushed her against the clubs sweating walls and caged her between his arms. Micah's thigh pressed between her legs, and the friction sickened her. Anyone walking past would assume they were just a horny couple, but no one seemed to pay them any mind. It was as if they were invisible.

Let me speak, you arrogant prick.

A smirk curled Micah's lip as he brought his mouth to hers. At first, he placed a gentle kiss, a peck, on her bottom lip, but then the force increased. The pressure between her body and the walls grew, and she knew bruises would form. Her jaw slowly unclasped as his tongue pushed past her lips and licked hers. 

Please stop.

His tongue retreated as another smile plastered to his face. "Don't act as if you didn't always want this. I know how much you wanted me." He kissed her harder this time, and she saw stars as oxygen became hard to draw.

I hate you so much.

Without any thought of the consequences, she crunched her teeth on Micah's tongue and didn't stop until she tasted blood.

His growl and grip against her throat forced her mouth open, and he pulled back as blood poured from his mouth. His eye twitched right before his curled fist uppercut her stomach. Nyx folded over his knuckles and gasped as all the air whooshed from her mouth. Agony swirled in her guts, and she spat blood from her mouth. 

Mine or his?

If bleeding internally, she would need to get to the hospital quickly.

Micah's grip on her shoulders cut off her thoughts and forced her back against the wall again.

"How could you?" The words came out in a pained wheeze, but it proved she could speak once more, and before he could respond, she swiftly whispered, "Micah Adriel, I banish you back to where you came from." Nyx pictured him disappearing into the sky where she imagined heaven to be and dropped to the ground as Micah backed up and released her. But, instead of disappearing, Micah covered her curled form in a torrent of cruel cackles.

"Oh, nice try, human. But I am fallen now. The earth plane is where I come from."

He stretched his arm to grab her again but a bottle smashed against his temple. Nyx watched as the shards skittered along the concrete floors, and she tilted her head back to look at her saviour. Her brow furrowed as she saw Medea standing beside the swaying angel, murder written across his face.

"That's enough, Micah. This isn't what I signed up for." Medea looked nervously between the pair, and Nyx took the opportunity to crawl to the dance floor. Her stomach cramped and seized, and she gritted her teeth as glass shards buried themselves in her exposed knees, shins and ankles. 

"Help," she whimpered, but blood poured from her mouth instead of the word. She reached for the feet of the nearest clubgoer, but no one batted an eye. Then, turning her head, she spotted Micah approaching with blood all over his hands. Horror took hold of Nyx as she saw Medea's lifeless body propped against the same wall she had just been. Her blue eyes stared toward Nyx, and a long pouring gash ran from ear to ear.

"Oh my God. No!" Nyx puked blood and bile at a stranger's feet, and she crawled faster to the exit. The crowd parted for her, but no one said a thing. She reached for people, begging them to help her, but they just continued laughing and dancing. Again, no one noticed the woman crawling across the floor doused in blood and vomit.

She couldn't see Micah, but she crawled as if he were to snatch her up any second. Soon the night air wisped around her face, and she sobbed. The roads were empty. Indeed he would find her any second. Abandoning caution for her potential internal injuries, she pulled herself up on a nearby bench and limped to the nearest intersection. She pressed her back against the brick building to catch her breath and make sense of her night. 

Before she could even contemplate Micah working with a Demon, Tunrida, she heard his singsong voice from the club's entrance. "Oh, Nyx. Come back and finish what you started."

She clamped her shaking hand across her mouth and let her tears fall as she tiptoed further from Bar '97 and closer to Demonology. She still didn't trust Neo, and she knew he probably hated her, but anything was better than facing Micah again. Her hobbles turned into a steadier jog, and she clutched her stomach tenderly, willing her blood to be in the right places. Demonology's thumping bass and red neon allure felt like a beacon on the darkest night of her life. 

"Neo," she whispered tentatively, hoping not to alert the fallen angel tailing her, but the quickening steps behind her destroyed her dreams. Her feet slammed into the pavement as he gained on her.

"Neo!" Nyx's screams alerted the bouncer, but no other patrons seemed any wiser to her terror. When Micah's rotten stench clamped around her again, she nearly gave up, but she was so close. She just had to cross the street.

"Help me!"

A hard kick bit into her spine, and she flew across the asphalt, hitting her head against the curb beside the club. Nyx moaned and wrapped her arms around herself, curling into a ball to protect herself from more blows.

Micah's foul breath poured into her nose. "I don't need you alive to rid the world of Demons. You are much more powerful in spirit form, Nephalem."

"No," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face, mingling with the other fluids coating her. "Please. Neo, where are you?"

Nyx's world dimmed as a hand clamped her neck again.

"I already told you, you stupid bitch. He hates you-"

"Get your fucking hands off her, Mekri. Or it will be the last thing you do."

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