Evan's eyes flickered open. He woke up where he had fallen asleep, on Tyler's couch in the club lounge. The sound of music threatened to give him a headache. Ever since he had come to laying on the sun-warmed beach a few weeks ago with an odd pain in his chest, he had been weak.

"I'm going to take care of you, okay?" Tyler had said when Evan found himself feeling sick after the drive they took after what Tyler said was over. "You're in recovery...We aren't going to talk about it, just move forward. Just...Stay with me. Don't leave me, Evan and it'll all be okay." If Evan had been willing to fight he would have perceived that as a threat but instead he only nodded, promising he wouldn't leave anytime soon. He meant that though for he had nowhere else to go.

Evan sat up, looking around the lounge. The sound of music thudded through the floor, vibrating up through his feet. He had never enjoyed sleep as much as he did now, finding himself no longer aching whenever he awoke or wishing that he had more time. He stretched, yawning as he did so before laying back down, looking up at the ceiling. He felt at peace for once though he couldn't stop the occasional memory or dark thought floating through his mind that he would push away with Tyler's promises of everything being okay.

Rolling onto his side, he pulled the blanket back over his head, glad that there was nothing to do but sleep or sit on the roof and watch the night pass by. Laying back down, Evan was content to just stay under his blankets for a little while, blocking out the world around him. It would be better for the world too if he did.

Dozing off, he found himself dreaming about a blue car driving down a desert road. He imagined that there would be dust flying up from under the tyres, floating in the dusk air. It seemed peaceful, the idea of driving as fast as one wanted with no reason to stop or anywhere to go, it was perfect. He wondered if he could get Tyler to go on a drive with him again like they had that night he woke from what he wished was just a nightmare. He remembered things in bits and pieces and preferred it to stay that way. He didn't want to remember.

"What's going on?"

"Who's been here?" Loud voices, angry against the happy voices of the club goers, floated through the open window. Curious, Evan got up and moved towards the window, stepping out into the fire escape. He climbed to the roof, pulling himself onto the roof and looked down onto the crowd. Brock was arguing with someone, their blue hood obscuring their face. Evan didn't need to see their face though; he knew who it was.

"What does that mean?" Brock cried. Evan leant forward as much as he would dare on the edge, shadows creeping around him to keep him hidden in the dark. They swirled up his arms and around his chest, cloaking him darkness. "I don't know! Tyler has people coming in and out recently, how am I supposed to keep track of them all?" There was a pause. "You've been such a dick since…" Brock stopped again. Evan peeked over the edge, looking down at them. Brock looked sad, confused and angry all at once. He watched Jonathan lean forward, saying something quietly to Brock whose expression blanked. Evan moved back towards the fire escape, wanting to go down and see Jonathan. "No." Brock suddenly said, stopping Evan. He crept back to his hiding spot. "No one has been here that you care about. Evan sill has a dagger in his chest in Greece. If you come back here yelling like that, Tyler is going to hear about it!"

"Screw this." Jonathan snapped, turning away from Brock. Evan was shocked. Why did Brock lie to him?

"Jon…" Evan made an attempt to call out to him but his voice faltered and went quiet. "Nemesis…" Jonathan reached his car but suddenly stopped before he opened the door. He watched Jonathan look around before his gaze shifted up to him. Evan fell back, hiding from Jonathan. He'd tell himself later that he hid because Tyler had a reason for not telling Jonathan that he was back and everything was okay. He heard the car door slam and the engine roar as it shot down the street. Evan sat on the roof for a little while, looking up at the orangish night sky. He couldn't see a single star.

Suddenly angry, Evan got to his feet, Shadows following him as he climbed back down the fire escape and through the window into the stormed down the stairs into the club, pushing through the crowd to the bar.

"Evan!" Brock smiled. "Want a drink?"

"Why did you lie to him?" Evan yelled over the music. Brock froze up again.

"W-What are you...What are you talking about?"

"You lied to Jonathan. You told him that I'm still in Greece? With a dagger in my chest? What does that mean? What the fuck does that mean?" Evan hit the bar, startling Brock and the others around him. "Did you actually do it? Did you stop the thing that possessed me? I asked you to do it...But I'm here! What did you do?" Evan yelled. He couldn't stop the shadows that drifted among the crowd, their smiles wide, teeth glinting in the flashing lights. His anger made them want to lash out at anything and anyone. "What did you fucking do? I asked you to end it!"

"Evan." A hand was suddenly on Evan's shoulder, calming him down. "It's okay." Tyler said gently.

"No...No...You lied to Jonathan. You said you would tell him eventually but now you are just lying...Why are you lying to him? Are you lying to me?" Evan cried, spinning around to look up at the War God.

"No, Evan. I'd never lie to you. Brock wouldn't either. Nothing is wrong." Tyler said calmly. He glanced at Brock who looked away quickly. Evan watched him, knowing that the look on Brock's face was one of guilt but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. What did Brock have to be guilty about? Why wouldn't he look at him?

"No...No something is wrong. Something is wrong!" Evan yelled, the humans around them looking at him with confusion. "I did something horrible...I-I ruined lives...I ruined the world...I killed…" Evan grabbed at his head, pulling his hair as guilt overwhelmed him, memories of blood on his hands, blood dripping from a golden dagger and screams and anger crashing over him like a wave. Tyler suddenly grabbed Evan's shoulder, forcing him to meet his gaze. "I-I…" Evan wasn't sure if it was his shadows or if it was his consciousness slipping away from him but his hands suddenly dropped from his head and he began to fall, collapsing into Tyler's arms.

"Nothing to look at." Tyler snapped at the humans as Evan slipped deeper into unconsciousness. "He doesn't handle his drinks well." Was the last thing Evan heard. Shadows wrapped around him like a blanket, stars dancing above him. He thought that he was being carried at one point, floating along through the darkness before being settled back down. He stretched his hand out, watching a shadow wrap around it. The shadow smiled at him as it grew horns and sank its teeth into his wrist. Evan stared at it, watching black blood ooze around its teeth. He wondered what Tyler had done.

When his eyes flickered open, looking up at the ceiling of the lounge, Evan felt weaker. He felt drained. Turning his head, he saw the time on the ticking by on the clock hanging on the wall. He didn't have much time before morning came. He threw the blanket that had been laid over him off and got up. There was something that Tyler was hiding from him, he knew it. There had to be something that would prove it.

Evan searched everywhere. He pulled the cushions off the couch and went through every shelf and under the small bar at the side of the room. He went back up to the roof, checking every crack as if there might be something there. He went downstairs, pushing among the crowd to check on tables, ignoring Brock when he asked him why he was looking under the bar at the bottles as if the labels had the answer he needed.

Not willing to give up but knowing he had no other options, he returned to the lounge, looking around at the mess he had made. Tyler would be mad. He sighed and leant against the wall, wishing the sun would rise faster so he could disappear. Suddenly, there was a click and the wall behind him moved. Evan caught himself before he could fall, turning to see a part of the wall swing open to reveal an office. Evan's breath caught in his throat. Hesitantly, he took a step into the dark red office, the large dark wood desk set in the middle of the room with two chairs facing it. There were bookshelves, many of the books in latin with pentagrams on the sides. There were no windows. A large rug muffled Evan's footsteps. There was a heavy, oppressive energy hanging over the room, making Evan want to get out and pretend that he never saw it. Instead, he moved towards the desk, stopping by the chair and looked down at it. The top was empty, but there were drawers on the other side. Evan found himself sitting down and opened the first one. Nothing but a couple of pens and blank paper. The next one had a pocket watch, the golden chain hanging from the top of it. What did Tyler want with Time? He closed that drawer and opened the bottom one.

"No…" Evan's eyes widened. There was a long black box inside the drawer. He knew what was inside, he didn't have to open it but he had to see it, had to hold it. He pulled the box out of the drawer and set it on the desk, slowly taking the lid off. Nestled among black velvet was his dagger, stars shining under the metal. There was still dried blood on the tip. "I wanted...One thing...Why would he...Why?" Tears welled up in his eyes as he reached for the handle, pulling it out of the box. It felt heavy in his hand.

"What are you doing in here?" Evan jumped to his feet, the chair pushed back and crashing into the wall behind him. Tyler stood in the doorway, staring at him with wide, furious eyes.

"I-I...I-I…" Evan stammered, unable to think of a lie.

"Don't I give you enough, Evan? Don't I do everything for you? This is what you do in return? You invade my space, you touch my stuff!" Tyler yelled, advancing into the room. Evan tripped over the chair, gripping the dagger tightly in front of him.

"Stay away from me. You've lied to me all this time! You never did what I asked you to when you promised you would! You promised you leave me be, you would let me sleep! Now you want me to live with this guilt? Why are you lying to me?" Evan yelled back. Tyler's hands curled into fists. Blood dripped between his fingers to the floor.

"I'm not lying...I just haven't told you certain things...Things you don't need to fucking know. I've given you a safe place in a world where a lot of people want you dead, not just sleeping. Jonathan is one of them. I don't want them to hurt you, Nyx. Why can't you understand that?"

"What do you want with Luke then?" Evan demanded, moving around the desk as Tyler tried to get close to him.

"I'm going to...fix things." Tyler said after a moment, not at all sounding convincing.

"Fuck you." Evan spat.

"You're stressed...You're feeling guilty and regretful and sad. I understand...Just listen to me, Evan." Tyler tried to reason with him, moving closer. He reached for Evan who suddenly screamed, lunging at him with the dagger. It dug deep into his shoulder, blood spurting around the black blade. Shadows swarmed the room as Tyler screamed in pain and threw Evan back, sending him crashing painfully against the wall where he fell to the floor, his head throbbing from the impact. "You fucking idiot." Tyler's voice sounded wrong. It was deeper, sounding like thousands of voices speaking all at once; pained voices. "I give you everything...Everything...And you try to kill me." His fingernails blackened, turning into claws. As he stepped forward, his legs seemed to snap backwards, blood blossoming from his head as horns pierced the skin. Evan stared at him in horror, too frozen with fear to move.

"T-Tyler...What are you?" Evan breathed, holding up his hand as if to protect himself from the demon that manifested before him. This wasn't right. This wasn't the Tyler that Evan knew. This was the devil. A thought crossed his mind that terrified him even more; had he always been the devil?

Tyler suddenly grabbed Evan's wrist, his black claws digging into his wrist where the Shadow had bitten him. He yanked Evan to his feet, blood splattering onto the desk as his claws tore through his red jacket into his flesh, ripping the skin.

Grabbing his throat, Tyler lifted Evan off his feet and threw him down on the desk, the wood cracking under the force. Any remaining air in his lungs was forced out, pain shooting up his back as he let out a cry of pain. Evan struggled, as Tyler squeezed his throat and choked him, his Shadows useless to stop him. With his free hand, Tyler pulled the dagger from his shoulder, blood dripping onto Evan's face. He met Evan's wide-eyed stare as he pressed the blade against his chest. "I can take it all away too but I really don't want, Evan...I don't want to hurt you. Are you sorry?" Evan didn't say anything, unable to as Tyler squeezed harder on his throat. He gasped for air, reaching up to push the devil off him. He scratched at his face and kicked him, every movement taking more energy and the little air that he had left in his lungs. As he struggled, for a moment it seemed that the devil's face softened, and Tyler came back, realising what he was doing before his eyes darkened again as the devil came back, his grip tightening.

"Tyler? Where the fuck are you?" A voice suddenly called from the stairwell, startling both of them. Tyler didn't let go of Evan's throat as he stared at the open secret door into the lounge. Evan gasped for air, letting out a wheezed cry.

"J-Jon!" Evan managed to cry out. He wanted to scream but didn't have the air for it. There was a flash of blue before the door suddenly swung shut and locked. "Jon!"