Nyx dropped to the floor in a pile of flailing limbs and curses. When her visions had gotten so aggressive, she’d never know. She missed the small flashes here and there compared to the assaults of late.
“Okay,” she sighed as she pushed to her feet and dusted the dirt from her knees.
Nyx stopped short when she realized how fucking ridiculous it was to wiping pretend dirt from her pants. This was a vision, not real life. But as she rubbed her fingers together the fine pebbles of packed dirt crumbled between them.
“Breathe, Nyx. Everything is fine. Maybe your chaos is growing, and your visions are more like hallucinations. More power equals more real. Please Zeus let that be the cause.” Muttering to herself in the darkness was just the icing on the cake.
Nyx gathered her wits and inspected her surroundings just as she did every other time she was thrown into a vision. This one though…
It was unlike any other.
The cavernous space she stood in felt endless in the dark. There was nothing she could see to the side or above, only darkness.
However, a yard or so in front of her, a lone spotlight created a circle on the ground. Nyx stood just outside where the light reached and didn’t dare step a single foot forward.
She’d never had a vision like this before and was terrified the thrum of her pounding heart would fill the room. Normally, falling into a vision was like opening her eyes, not crash landing onto dirt. She was like a specter standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk without the ability to see, taste, or smell. In this one, though?
She felteverything.
Electricity raised the hair on the back of her neck like the build of a storm, and Nyx was ready to get the fuck out of there. She’d never had much luck forcing the vision away, though, until it had shown her everything it wanted to.
The last time a vision felt this real, The Devil of Club Hel had looked her straight in the eyes. If he could see her… could he have touched her?
Hushed whispers filtered into the space around her. Nyx turned to check the darkness, but the void was impossible to see through. She checked both sides but couldn’t tell where the voices were coming from.
“What the shiiiiit,” she murmured, dragging the last word to give voice to the anxiety gripping her chest.
The voices sounded again, but this time a little louder. She turned to follow the sound and nearly choked on her surprise.
In the center of the light sat the biggest contrast of a woman she’d ever seen. Her soft, feminine form was lush with bountiful curves and skin that shone like silk. Long hair flowed in waves down her back and was the most unique mixture of vermillion and carmine. What was most stunning though was the harsh lines and bold features standing stark against the femininity of her body. There was nothing delicate about the menace shaping her brow or the sharp calculation brewing in her crimson eyes. There was a small beauty mark just above her lip that looked so dainty and out of place compared to the surrounding features.
Nyx was so entranced by the beauty sitting in front of a vanity that she almost didn’t see the head of blonde hair settled between her thighs. His hands roved over her legs, the pressure from his fingers leaving blanched trails of red behind on her creamy skin through the dangerous slit of her skirt. The woman stared in the mirror with an unmoving, severe expression as if she’d no idea a man was trying to pleasure her.
“That’s enough,” the woman spoke, her voice just as harsh as her painted red lips.
The man pulled away and Nyx slapped a hand over her mouth to keep the gasp from drawing attention to her sliver of darkness. The Devil looked straight at her as he wiped the woman in red from his mouth. He stayed kneeled at her feet as if he were awaiting instruction.
“You’re distracted.” Her words were clipped, and she didn’t deign to look at him.
Even from the darkness Nyx could see the fury written in every line of his face as his teeth ground, the muscles jumping along his temple. His stiff posture told Nyx everything she needed to know.
The Devil loathed the woman in front of him.
But why?
“I’m sorry, Mel. I can adjust if you–”
“Shut up. I’m so fucking tired of your mediocrity. Everything you touch falls to shit and I’m done cleaning up after you like a mindless hellhound.”
He stayed silent, but Nyx could have sworn the shadows beneath him deepened.
“It was simple, Phobetor. All you had to do was drain the Siren of her chaos and this could have been done with. The club would have run itself. But you were so busy lording over it you forgot the point of it being there.”
“What do you think I was do–”
His words were cut short by the red, daggered fingernails piercing his temples as she held him in a terrifying death grip under the chin. “Don’t. You.Ever. Speak to me like that. Do not forget your place, you piece of shit. I do not need you. You’re a convenient fuck and an errand boy at best and I’ve done you a service by letting you live. But make no mistake Lord of Nightmares,” she taunted, his name rolling off her tongue in a spiteful mock. “I will not hesitate to rip the heart from your chest and eat it over top of your cooling body.”
She pulled her nails free as she shoved him backward. He fell into the vanity and the force knocked bottles of perfume and various forms of makeup from the top.
