Hello Everyone! Here is the fic that won the poll of which au i will write next.
In this Izaya in the god Nyx, god of night that really likes messing up with his humans and likes being a god.
But as i said something happens and Izaya would need some help getting out of this mess.
But let's begin!

The weather was really nice today. He should thank all the other gods for this nice weather. Because that meant that he could fly without any problems and view everyone with ease. He looked up at the sky. His powers had started to get stronger. He looked down at the earth and he started walking in the clouds.

Izaya was sure that today would be a great night. He continued walking in the cloud and when he felt that his powers were strong enough, he found the edge of the cloud, turned and fell down. The fastest way down was a freefalling and that fall was his favorite. He moved his finger and then his wings appeared.

Wings that were sometimes like an angel and others times they were like a demon.

They were always black and with his powers, they usually left a trail of shadows on the end of them. He had closed them so he could feel the air moving in and out of them. Izaya closed his eyes and let himself free. He lifted his arms and started laughing. He was still falling with his back facing the earth but he didn't mind. He looked at the clouds, the place where he stayed and watched his humans. He often stayed there for thinking or trying to come up with plans for better nights.

His eyesight finally caught something and he successfully turned and opened his wings. They were demonic tonight. Perfect. His favorite pair. He opened them and with an easy maneuver moved up and stayed still in the air. He was some meters up from the tallest building. Izaya looked down and finally, he saw his beloved humans moving and talking with each other. Izaya flew around the buildings while he looked at his humans and felt his powers getting stronger.
Izaya stopped and let himself get higher while his hands started glowing with black power. He moved them up and shot a black ray that contained stars and galaxies in the sky and watched his work getting bigger.

Finally, it was night!

He, as a god, the god of night was one of the stronger gods. He had the universe in his hands and the places that had darkness in them was also his power. Whenever it was dark it was only his power. Izaya was also one of the first gods that had appeared. He was the one that created all those things. He watched the sky turned black and he started highlighting the stars so they can guide his beloved humans. He flew higher and looked down.

All the lights were on. Yes. He loved this. He had so much light in his dark making it happier. But also more powerful every day because he knew that the light was the only thing that could stop him. And yet in this mast of darkness, the light was too small, so naive. Like the humans.

He continued his handiwork in all the cities that he had chosen tonight to make dark. In the other cities, he had others handiworks that did his work. This is how much power he had. Every month he chose where he would make the cities dark and his creatures went to the other ones so the night could move peacefully and in order.

This month he had chosen the humans that had the craziest routines. He moved his hands, he flew up and down and often walked on the buildings because it was fun. And finally, he had found the city he was looking for. One of his favorites.

Ikebukuro. The craziest and often dangerous cities he had seen in his life. He used his powers again and when he was sure that the night would spray nicely, he closed his wings and landed in the city. He looked around. Finally, he could see his humans so close. Izaya walked while his wings let a trail of darkness behind. His humans were just so amusing. Right now he was in his astral body, so the people walked through him and he could not touch them. Pity.

The best part was that he could move around and do anything he wanted while no one of his humans knew it was him. Izaya could hear them, understand them and only with one glance he knew who that person was. Some moved happily and others fast and others like they were ready to collapse.

Being a god was nice and sometimes a curse. Izaya saw people finding their love. Others had found friends to talk to and yet he was cursed on both things. All the gods were arrogant and others plain stupid. Friends? No friends only allies and enemies. That's it.

Izaya walked around the city while the night started spreading and he watched all of his human's reactions. Finally, he met some that he had formed some curiosity to. Three students, friends with each other and yet enemies in the dark world. So interesting and yet so young to do such things. He went closer and listened. Plans and love listing was the primally thing today in the conversation and that made him sick.

Izaya moved away and found another group of friends that just...were really interesting. One girl and three boys and clearly a van. That girl scared him too.
Why? Izaya was the god of night and what appeared in the night? Dreams.

Dreams were the best inside and outside of a person. His fears, his real beliefs and fake power were the main source of information he had for each person. There was also a 'dream' that occurred before the real dreams appeared and that thing was called memories. In those Izaya saw everything that described a person. They were usually short but they were always the ones that he really collected information from.

A clear understanding of someone.

So that girl had...some really interesting dreams that he hoped he would never be included in. The one with the hat was so done with everyone but to Izaya's surprise, he was always here for them and never giving up. The best leader he had seen in those decades.

Izaya flew up and just moved around. People started to get inside meaning that dreams will start to appear. And he loved it. Information was his best thing. The best thing always happened in the dark. And he was the darkness.

He flew up and again and let himself fall down and he started seeing figures of sand to appear. Slowly they started to turn like little humans and then the dream started to appear. Izaya flew around and watched them form and play like a real movie. Some were really interesting and others normal. There were sometimes the dreams that were called nightmares.

The nightmares always appeared in the memories part. They alter them so it was a plain torture for the humans. Many people woke up and didn't fall asleep again and others just let them went away and continue their sleep.

Izaya had stopped in the middle of the city and watched the dreams play while he had laid down on his wings. So peacefully. He loved this part.

Izaya loved being a god.

He had closed his eyes and let himself enjoy this. Suddenly a scream made him opened them and lose altitude. Izaya quickly altered his wings and he let himself levitate some meters above the ground. What was that?

And then Izaya understood. He opened his hand and made a small arrow of darkness that suddenly lighten with the stars of his universe. Now he was sure it was really late at night.

Izaya threw it above him and then the arrow moved and he followed the trail of darkness. He dodged things (even though he had the astral body things were always harder to pass through and that meant his upper body to have come through an object and his lower half to be stuck on the other side of the object). He flew higher and finally the arrow had struck into someone's door. And that door was really familiar to him.

Yet again the same person had ruined his routine of looking his dear humans. He landed and walked towards the door. He passed through it and when he managed to bring his wings on the inside, he looked at the house once again. A normal house. There was a corridor in front of him. On his right it was the living room and if he walked inside it, there was a kitchen on its end. If you walked the corridor in some meters there was another door in his left that led to another living room that contained more things in it and on its opposite side it was the bathroom.

At the end of the corridor, there were stairs that lead to the upstairs. It had a corridor with two doors on both sides and at the end, there was another door. The door that was in the end and lead to a balcony and you could see a part of Ikebukuro. The other two doors were bedrooms that each had a bathroom. One that was the guest room and the other was the main bedroom.

Izaya knew which one was which and he turned left and passed through the door. And here he was. Still dreaming.

That monster.

He had just seen a nightmare and yet he hadn't woken up from it. He just continued torturing himself. Izaya walked next to him and watched him trashed in his sleep.

Shizuo Heiwajima.

One of the most interesting humans he had seen in his life and he also had admitted that he looked like a god. His powers were like gods. Izaya had then turned that nickname and just said monster. He was a human, not a god. That's why he was a monster.

And yet he was the most difficult human he had seen. He never acted like Izaya wanted to. Unpredictable.

The nightmare that played for the millionth time this month was the same as his childhood. The 'i destroy everything and everyone' dream. Or better the 'out of control monster'. Izaya watched the dream play. The boy was hitting some people with a sign and then he turned once again towards some other that were away from him. The ones that Shizuo cared about.

Then the boy moved towards them and with a quick motion, all people disappeared and in their place was corpses and blood. Everywhere. The boy started crying and looked at his hands. Then he started walking and saw the corpses one by one.

Then the boy lost control and attacked other people creating more and more wrecks and corpses in his way. And the part with the people that Shizuo cared played in repeat. And yet Shizuo didn't wake up. He just watched and watched it. He never stopped it because in his mind this thing was true.
Izaya was never a fan of nightmares but those helped people see their mistakes or what wrong would happen in the future or the power that was called the sixth sense. That's why people woke after those. So they could understand the meaning and then acted like they meant to. But Shizuo here was acting the opposite way.

That drove Izaya insane.

The dream was the same! Why didn't he wake up and understand the meaning? He just let himself get tortured.

But why?

Shizuo trashed and trashed, never getting out his blanket and moved always in the same motion. He had started sweating and his breath came shorter than before.

Without knowing what he was doing, Izaya crouched next to the bed and looked at Shizuo's face. He turned his hand into organic matter and touched Shizuo's hand. Izaya just left it above Shizuo's and he looked at Shizuo. He still moved and whispering 'stop' so Izaya did something else.

His body turned into matter and he grabbed Shizuo's hand with both of his hands and shushed Shizuo. Shizuo started responding and he started to get calmer.
Izaya did the same but this time he used one of his hands and the other touched Shizuo's face. He traced his finger on Shizuo's cheek and let his hand rest there. Shizuo had stopped grimacing and really slow he started to breathe freely. His face turned back to peaceful and his nightmare had disappeared and it was replaced with a real dream.

Izaya smiled to himself and stop humming. Shizuo was dreaming finally. He took his hand away from Shizuo's face but let his other above Shizuo's hand and just watched Shizuo sleep. He looked so peaceful finally and that was really something for the fortissimo, he knew.

Izaya breathed and looked away from Shizuo and finally, he thought that they might look familiar. Shizuo had allies and enemies and Izaya did too. He had friends, he had handiworks. And both haven't found love.

But something was different.

Izaya looked at the mirror that was on the wall and finally saw it. He looked at himself. He was like a human. But only his face and his chest were human. The others part that looked like human's part's they were covered with black matter and they were highlighted with the stars of the universe. It was the exact picture of the sky when it was dark. He was currently wearing a purple cloak in front of him and black trousers that again they were highlighting with his stars. His wings were black and on their end was a trail of shadows showing his power. When the night was gone, he always turned back like a human but his normal powers were still intact. Meaning that his wings and his ability to protect himself and attack were present.

And yet when he looked at himself, he saw what was different with him. He was a god and Shizuo was a human. Nothing could change that. Shizuo would die eventually and Izaya will still live until eternity. Izaya frowned. Shizuo could find another human and age together with them and yet Izaya would look over his humans only to see their happiness than him getting some.

That was unfair!

He must have done something with his powers because Shizuo started grimacing again. Izaya stopped and moved his hand again to Shizuo's face and did the same thing he had done before. He hummed a song and circled his thumb on Shizuo's chin.

After a while, Shizuo had calmed down and Izaya breathed again. He looked at Shizuo's face again only to notice that he was millimeters away from his lips. But Izaya didn't move. He stayed there and let that warm breath touched him and that hand he had closed with Shizuo's hand got the warm feeling he so much deserved. He was really cold.

The god of night was alone.

So he just let himself to be lost for only once. He wrapped his hand with Shizuo's hand and let the warmth washed him. He moved his other hand and moved the hair that was stuck into Shizuo's forehead and Izaya observed him.

He was really peaceful and happy. His hair was messy with all that trashing but he was still perfect. His lips were opened and his breath, which washed Izaya's face with warmth, was steady. Izaya hand moved and he touched those lips. So soft and yet so firm.

He knew this...all this...was wrong but his feelings were up and ready to explode. Would he regret it? Probably. Would he question himself later? Absolutely. But he knew this thing was the only chance he had.

Izaya leaned and kissed Shizuo.

A really nice prologue i think. In the next we will see what happens and Izaya loses his god form! Untill then, have a nice day!