"I remember the first time he shot a gun...He looked so scared about the mortal power in his hand." Tyler finished his strong drink and set it down on the cracked bar top. Brock refilled it and his own glass. "It scared him..I remember the smoke from that musket flying around him and he didn't know what had happened till he looked up...Now he's wielding his Primordial power like it ain't nothing!" Tyler cried drunkenly, slurring his words. "He's all grown up." He laughed. "And now he's going to kill us all…"

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Jonathan snarled from across the lounge. He leaned against the wall, his eyes glowing red with rage. "Stop talking about him!"

"Why? I thought you were obsessed with him? I guess you just don't like it when he doesn't pay any attention to you..." Tyler hiccuped. Jonathan let out a yell of anger, suddenly lunging towards him. Sydney stepped in front of him, a sudden calming energy descending over the room.

"Stop...He's drunk. It's not worth it." She said softly.

"He can't talk like that...Drunk or not. He can't talk about Evan like that...He won't kill us. He let us go tonight!" Jonathan cried.

"What about tomorrow night?" Brock wondered. "Or the night after that? This isn't the Evan you know that we are dealing with. Nyx is something that none of us understand. He's something else...And his power is far greater than ours. You need to stop seeing this Evan as ours."

"He never was ours…" Tyler sighed. He should have seen this coming. Thinking back on his past conversations with Evan, the way he spoke, it seemed like he was warning him. "Yes hes our friend but he isn't 'ours'. We've treated him like that...got upset with him when he said the things that were so true we couldn't handle them and we didn't care that he was lonely. We should have seen this coming from a fucking mile away."

"I care!" Jonathan yelled.

"Do you? All you've done is romanticize his pain! You don't care!" Tyler threw his glass down onto the table where it broke apart into pieces. He watched the pieces break apart and fall to the floor, the dim light reflecting on it's crystal surface. No one moved. They were only able to stare at the broken glass and the dim light dancing on the glass.

"I hate you." Jonathan snarled. Tyler looked up at him, narrowing his eyes.

"What have you done to help Evan? Why do you want to let him live in this hell? I hate you…Because you pretend to care...You don't want to help him. Get out of my club!" Tyler yelled, getting up from the table. Aggressive energy choked out the peace that had been there before as Tyler rose to his feet, shoving Jonathan. "Get out!" He yelled. "Get out! Go to Evan if you think you care so much just get out!"

"Ares!" Kelly's voice yelled making all of them jump. They turned to see Athena in the doorway, anger written across her face. "Stop letting him drink, Dionysus." She spat at Brock who flinched away from her.

"What else am I supposed to do?" Tyler yelled, reaching for another glass to smash. Brock grabbed the closest bottle, putting it out of the angry God's reach. "We've waited for Evan to snap and he has! What now, oh great wise one? How do you propose we kill him? How?"

"Shut up!" Kelly snarled. "Sober up. Now. I refuse to go into this blind so I've called upon know that Evan created a his own dagger for this purpose but we have yet to actually find it. Cassandra told me that she is unsure how this dagger works meaning that it mig-"

"I think it works like any other knife works, Athena." Tyler spat suddenly as he forced himself to sober up, his mind clearing as he focused.

"Don't talk to her like that." Sydney snapped. Tyler met the Roman Goddess' icy gaze before letting out a sigh.

"Sorry." His voice was quiet, but Kelly smiled.

"Anyways...I've already spoken with her but she would like to talk to you, Ares. She said that she has something important to tell you." Kelly said, keeping her calm as Tyler stepped towards her. "She's downstairs." Tyler glanced angrily at Jonathan, his threats of violence upon him lingering in his gaze before he turned away and headed down the stairs. He cursed the other Gods, angry at them for talking about Evan the way they did. Tyler knew they were right in that they had to help the world but the more human part of him wanted to help Evan too.

"Tyler?" Cassandra sat in the corner, her red hair falling over her eyes. She brushed it back as she stood up, meeting the war God's gaze.

"Cassandra." He nodded.

"Please...It's Simone now." She insisted, sitting down at the table, patting the chair beside her. He took a seat beside her, wondering what she possibly had to tell him. It seemed that they all had the same fate. What made his different? "I heard you get upset upstairs...What happened?"

"Nothing...It's nothing."

"Was it about Evan?"

"Of course it was." Tyler sighed. "That's the only thing worth getting upset about now."

"It can't be." Simone suddenly said, looking up at him with a serious gaze. "You cannot let your emotions for Evan control you. The same goes for Jonathan. I see your emotions getting the better of you and you will try to fight the Primordial at his peak. You know what that results in...Don't you?"

"He won't kill me, Simone." Tyler said stubbornly. He refused to believe that Evan would hurt him. "He won't."

"In this state of mind...We all know he would." Simone warned. "I'm sure you've heard him talk about how in an altered, power filled state, one would kill simply to show off. That is exactly what he will do now. Believe me, Tyler! You and Jonathan can't approach him alone."

"Why aren't you telling him this?"

"Because you listen better!" She hit the table and sighed, leaning back in her chair. Tyler shook his head, looking away from her. He knew he should listen to her. He knew he should believe her. It had been proven in the past what would happen if one didn't listen to her but he couldn't listen to this.

"Evan won't hurt me. He won't hurt Jonathan. No matter what the pain he is struggling with, he won't do that." Tyler sighed, getting to his feet. He didn't want to hear another word.

"Tyler please! He will destroy you! He will strangle you with darkness! He will look at you with no recognition, with no love and he will destroy you!" Simone yelled. "Listen to me. Nyx is a monster that we do not understand and he won't understand you! "

"Stop it! Stop talking about Evan like that! He isn't ours. He isn't a monster!" Tyler yelled.

"This Nyx does not love you! He doesn't love anything! His night's beauty has been destroyed. He has nothing left to lose. You do have something to lose. Do not approach him, Tyler. Promise me. He has taken from me. He can't take from you." Simone pleaded. Tyler's gaze softened, wondering what Evan could have done to her.

"What did he do?"

"It wasn't him really...It was Abellio but Evan could have fixed it and he didn't. He's so wrapped in these fantasies...this power. Just listen to me. Do you promise that you won't go near Evan alone?" Simone demanded. Tyler sighed again, shaking his head.

"I can't make that promise."

"Have you ever tried to fight Evan full on before?" She asked glancing towards the stairs as the sound of voices got louder as the other Gods started to descend.

"No. I've had no reason to."

"Don't find one." Simone's dark gaze held Tyler, not letting him go even when Athena and the others approached them.

"Has he listened to you, Simone?" Kelly asked.

"I hope so." She said quietly, sitting back down. From her pocket, she withdrew a slip of burnt paper and slid it towards them on the table. "You'll find the location of the Night God's dagger on there. Athena...Please be careful." Simone looked up at Kelly with an expression that Tyler couldn't quite understand. She and Kelly knew something that the others didn't.

"It's okay, Simone. This has to be done." Athena said as she picked up the paper. She glanced at it before handing it to Tyler.

"The natural history museum?" Tyler wondered, handing it to Brock.

"It's a bit of a fossil. One of the archeologists, he also specialises in us Greek Gods. He found the dagger in one of the ruins of a temple back home. Anyways, you need to be careful with him. He sold Brian the dagger that has been used by his Gods to try to kill you." Simone warned.

"A human did that?" Jonathan cried, disbelief written across his face.

"Yes. So don't be stupid about this. Get what you need and get out. Evan is looking for it too. I pray you get there before he does." Simone said as Kelly started for the door. Sydney decided to stay with Simone, the cruel energy around her leaving her feeling weak and tired. Brock claimed the same and waved to them before closing the club door behind them.

Now standing on the crumbling street, Tyler wished he could have stayed too. Simone's warning left him feeling sick. Evan wouldn't kill him. He wouldn't.

"Jonathan…"

"I thought you didn't want to talk to me." Jonathan spat as he followed Athena through the mess. Tyler kept pace with him, glancing around at the destruction that he still hasn't been able to get over. He had seen such brutality before but never on a level like this.

"I don't...But I have to. Simone said that we can't approach Evan on our own. She said that if we do...He'll kill us." Tyler shuddered at the words.

"He wouldn't. He's Evan. You know he can't really kill anyone." Jonathan said stubbornly. "He would never hurt us."

"You watched him damn Brian. What makes you think he won't do the same to us?" Tyler demanded.

"Brian had it coming. Besides...That wasn't Evan that did that." Jonathan wasn't making sense.

"Yes it was."

"You don't want to believe it as much as I do! Why are you trying to enforce this idea that Evan is going to kill us all when you know that he won't! He isn't that kind of God! He won't hurt us! He let us go, remember?" Jonathan cried. Kelly suddenly stopped, narrowing her eyes at them.

"How stupid are you? Of course he will hurt you, Jonathan. Evan's original self has taken over. He doesn't care about you. He hates you. He hates all of us for what we have apparently done to this world! Wake up. The Evan we know is gone forever." Kelly snapped before turning on her heel and continued down the street. Tyler hurried after her, not looking back at Jonathan and the tears in his eyes.

Shadows slithered along the sides of the street, following the Gods as they made their way towards the museum. They didn't attack them, only smiled and followed. Gunpowder and metal swirled around Tyler as he stared down the Shadows. It made him nervous that they were just smiling at them and watching. That meant that Evan knew where they were. He prayed he didn't know why.

"Tyler!" Jonathan's voice suddenly rang through the cold air. He spun as a Shadow suddenly swirled towards him, it's red eyes glowing as it's sharp smile widened. Tyler raised his gun, pulling the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the street as the bullet went through the Shadow that broke apart in dark tendrils that fell to the street. The Shadow didn't stop the bullet which struck Jonathan in the arm, the force of it sending him falling to the wall beside him for support.

"Shit." Tyler sighed, throwing the gun down to the street where it dissolved into pieces of metal and black powder. He ran towards him, seeing blood blossom his blue sleeve. "Shit...I'm sorry...I didn't know it would go right through…"

"It's a fucking Shadow! Of course it went right through!" Jonathan yelled. Up ahead, Athena had stopped, her eyes glancing between them and the other Shadows. "When this is over, I never want to see you again. I'm so sick of dealing with your fucking shit. Heal this!" Jonathan yelled. Tyler sighed, placing his hand on the wound. Warmth spread through Jonathan as the wound sealed, leaving behind only a scar, a bit of dried blood and a hole in his sleeve. Jonathan pushed him away, storming past him to catch up with Athena. Tyler sighed and followed.

Of course he would fight with Jonathan over Evan. They had both known him for so long and both had thought of him as theirs and they didn't know how to share. The idea of killing Evan left Tyler unsettled and hurting but the idea of Evan killing him left him terrified.

The walk felt like forever but when they arrived, the dark crumbling museum loomed over them. Shadows floated around the building but did nothing to stop them from pushing open the broken glass door.

"It's sad to see this planet's history just...left alone and broken here." Jonathan said quietly as they walked through the echoing halls.

"We'll stop Evan and fix all of this so it isn't left alone and broken." Kelly said firmly.

"What if we don't stop him?" Jonathan asked. No one answered him. They made their way downstairs to the offices, finding only one door that was still in tact, the number 407 stamped onto it. They could see a faint light shining through the foggy glass in the door, telling them someone was inside.

"This must be it." Kelly decided, looking to Tyler for agreement. Metal and gunpowder flew around Tyler, creating a gun in his hand. He nodded to Athena who knocked on the door, her gaze turning to Jonathan as he pulled his hidden knife out of his boot.

"Who is it?" A shaky voice from the other side of the door called out.

"Gods...The good ones." Kelly answered. They heard the sounds of locks opening and suddenly the door flew open. A tall, nervous young man stood in the doorway, looking at the three of them with wide eyes. Tyler realised that they all must look like a mess. Tyler's suit was bloody and so was Jonathan's hoodie. Athena was the only one who wasn't covered in blood, only a bit of dirt on her. "What's your name?"

"Scotty...What do you want?"

"Nyx's dagger. We know you have it. We need it." Tyler said bluntly. "We know you gave that Apple God those gold ones too."

"What do I get out of it?" Scotty demanded.

"There won't be monsters prowling the streets anymore." Jonathan snapped. Scotty sighed, backing away from the door to let them in. They entered the dimly lit office as Scotty closed the door and locked it behind them. On the floor were symbols painted in black intended to keep the demons out but they did nothing to stop the Gods. The office was crowded with odd objects. Some were fossils, others were things from their time. Tyler stopped as his eyes landed on a rusting helmet, the feathers that had once been on top now gone. He smiled softly at the memories that came to mind, reaching to touch the rusting metal.

"Don't touch!" Scotty snapped, making Tyler jump. "What do you know about Nyx's dagger? I mean...other than the fact that it's Nyx's."

"Not much." Kelly said watching the human as he moved to his desk, careful maneuvering around ancient objects kept on rickety shelves or on top of piles of history textbooks and papers.

"Legend goes that back when the earth was just created, Nyx ruled the world and all of the darkness that surrounded it. However, the day came that Nyx could no longer handle the darkness and suffering. So Nyx created a dagger and stabbed himself with it, killing the darkness. After that, the legend gets kinda murky. Some say that this killed Nyx and created the world that we know today. Others say that this killed the part of Nyx that was cruel and evil and created a kinder Nyx and a kinder world. Either way, I got the dagger. Don't ask how. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." While he spoke, he reached under his desk and pulled out a long metal box. He unlocked it, lifting the lid to reveal a black dagger that sparkled with what looked like tiny stars embedded in the metal. "Do you think that what is happening now is Nyx taking the world back? Is that why the sun won't rise anymore?" Tyler nodded. Scotty took a deep breath before gently picking up the dagger, holding it out to Athena who gripped the sparkling handle.

"Why did you help Abellio?" Jonathan asked.

"I didn't have a choice...You are much kinder than he was." Scotty pulled his sleeve up, revealing a series of burns and scars. "That sun God on his side is a son of a bitch."

"Abellio is dead. Nyx killed him." Tyler said quietly.

"Oh…" Scotty didn't seemed relieved. "Fix this. I made a mistake helping Abellio. I never should have. I have no power to fix my mistake now and I'm so sorry...But please...fix this."

"We will." Athena said softly. Shadows oozed under the locked door. "Thank you so much for you help. We'll remember it when this is done." The dark smiling Shadow suddenly flew at them, it's teeth bared. Tyler spun, raising his gun and pulled the trigger. The Shadow dissolved, pieces of it floating along the floor as the bullet shot through it, hitting Tyler's old helmet behind it in a flurry of sparks. Their eyes went to the door as the only light in the room suddenly burst into sparks, leaving them in total darkness.

"He's here…"