Make Me

Seth's POV:

It was around 5 am, when the apartment's door finally opened. I was sitting in my armchair for the longest time, finally home, yet nothing about this really calmed my nerves. I wasn't exactly upset either just... Disturbed. I guess it's no surprise after the events of yesterday, and before that.

I woke up around 3 am, and I noticed that Jude wasn't home, which first gave me a brief one hour of total panic, then I started drinking, because that seemed like something a logical, and responsible adult man would do. I didn't know where he went in the middle of the night, and why. Why wouldn't he tell me? Is he gone forever? No... that's absurd.

People say you shouldn't drink after taking painkillers, but I say, it's the only way of taking them. My back hurt like a bitch, especially because I refused to let Jude guide me around in the house, and just with the support of my stick, it wasn't easy to do even simple every-day tasks.

So that's how I got here. 5 am, with a glass of wine in hand, staring into the abyss while waiting for the demon to return like a left-at-home-puppy. Never in my life, felt I so humiliated by my own damn self.

My eyes shot to the door when it slowly opened, and Jude slipped in through, obviously aiming to keep quiet since he presumed, I was asleep. His steps silent, as if his feet didn't even touch the ground. "Hi" I broke the silence, catching his attention, but he didn't even flinch as a normal human being would, when suddenly they hear a voice, they weren't supposed to.

As he turned towards me, his gaze first found the wineglass then my face, and he pressed his lips together in disapproval, as he made his way to me, stopping just before he would literally bump into my knees.

His smell now hit me easier, even though he wasn't as close, but I soon realized it's because it wasn't the scent I usually feel.

It was smoke, which started a strange fear reaction in me, and slowly turned into flashbacks of the Harvis mansion remains settling in my stomach with an odd uneasiness.

"Where were you?" I asked quietly, letting my eyes meet his. I already knew he was about to lie; I could tell from his face. He rarely ever tried to hide it.

"Urgent Meeting"

"With a fireplace?" I guessed, a little irritated. I was angry that he left without a word. It was awful to wake up alone in this house, and I somehow speculated that he had left me for good. However, I couldn't show these thoughts, so I just acted as if I was angry for some other reason.

A small smile appeared on his lips, and in the dim lighting of the room, it created a small dimple on his face that gave an oddly soft look to his usually sharp and dark features.

"Seth" he called out to me as if I wasn't already paying attention to his presence. I bore my eyes into him, tilting my head to the side a little.

He raised his hand, and gently traced my jawline with his index finger, before continuing... Or so I thought he will. But he didn't say anything at all, he was looking at me as if he had known everything and nothing about me. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought he meant to show me, he wouldn't leave me. His features were different than before... they held a strange sense of vulnerability, that he rarely ever showed.

We stayed silent even while he brought me back to my bed to fall back asleep.

**

With 4 painkillers and a lot of quiet cursing, I got through the day. It was complete and utter misery, and mainly not because of my back, but because people were caught up in all sorts of dramas. Veronica was "kidnapped by her stalker", and a church burned down nearby, not to mention the Harvis mansion's tragedy, that occurred recently too. I kept hearing stupid conversations and "rest in peace"-s from random people, who didn't give a fuck about Veronica at all, before this happened. Same was with Adam. No one liked him until I accidentally ended his life, and I'm sure not many of them knew those millionaires that had their very last meal with Harvis.

Of course, I knew the truth, that Veronica was well and alive, but if it's up to me, not for long. She betrayed me like no one else in my life, and for that, I'll give her everything she tried to prevent. I might not be Chaos itself, or whatever they thought me to be, but I can cause a mess if I want to.

As the school-time finally ended and we were about to leave from our last lecture with Jude, a voice called out to us:

"Sir" the professor's voice was a little unsure, and as the chatter of the rest of the students slowly faded away, for they left, silence settled on the three of us.

We both turned towards our teachers, but he was obviously addressing his words to Jude, which was more than surprising.

"I never got the chance to talk to you, about the portraits you gave in. Though I already mentioned them to your partner" he gestured towards me. The demon looked utterly bored and unimpressed with the conversation, so I took a step closer to the professor, leaning on my walking stick for the most part.

"What about them?" Jude prompted with polite disinterest.

"Well, I... I just want to let you know in person, how great I think they were..." he went on, now a little unsure and intimidated by Jude's lack of excitement for the positive feedback. I felt like the demon was on the verge of just walking out, but then when the professor revealed the portraits from his desk, Jude's expression completely changed, a small snarl flashing through his lips for a brief second as if he held himself back from biting the man.

"I'm sorry, but aren't you supposed to give those back, after you graded them?" his repressed anger was not readable for someone who didn't know him enough, so the professor, didn't sense the danger he got himself into, but I certainly did. "I thought I might need them when I want to talk to you..." the older man now rambled, almost like a guilty child, but I'm pretty sure it's because Jude intimidated him.

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The demon's gaze dropped to the desk, slowly finding each of his drawings, and he gently pulled one of them closer to himself, the one titled "desire", to be precise. "Anyway... I just wanted to talk about the expressive methods you use, and --"

"With all due respect, sir, all that I wanted to know about art, I had already learned... I just want the drawings back. I suspect no one would like to hear about the pornographic picture you keep of your student, now, would they?" He gave a stern look to the man who now froze under the intense glare of the demon. I didn't know what got him so upset, so I didn't interfere.

Jude collected the portraits from the dumbfounded professor and turned on his heels, giving me a soft smile, as if he didn't just go full bad-boy demon on our teacher. I followed, almost as confused as the prof, but I decided to stay quiet until we left the campus.

I was kinda smiling under my nose, but only because I was lowkey into Jude when he was angry. He rarely ever was, but man, did it look good on him... His sharp features flattening, and those dark eyes burning with power, a power that could make anyone cease to exist. And that small snarl... he really is like a dog sometimes.

Limping after the demon, I tried to hide my clear amusement, since I suspected it would annoy him even more, but I couldn't help my smirk.

"If you didn't want him to see it, you shouldn't have given in that drawing" I reminded him coolly.

"Whenever I see desire on your face, it's usually inappropriate... That was one of the more vanilla things that you ever wanted but damn did you ruin my vocal cords..." he touched his throat with a dramatic frown. My face turned red, but I didn't let it get to me. He is probably trying to make me think I made him deepthroat me... which I would not do, even when I'm drunk.

But come to think of it, his voice was quite raspy for a few days after that black-out of mine... He was probably faking it to gaslight me.

"You see, I had it worse, and you don't see me whining."

"Because you like choking, and I don't, Darling" he shot back, making me let out a small, frustrated growl. I couldn't exactly counter what he just said because if I were to deny, he'd probably just prove me wrong, right here and right now, which would be embarrassing for everyone involved.

Admitting my temporary defeat, I just kept quiet while we made our way back to my apartment. I was on a break from work due to my leg, so my whole afternoon seemed to be free enough.

"Do you have any plans for the evening?" Jude asked suddenly as if he had read my mind. He stood right in front of me, so I could hold onto his arm while I got my shoes off.

"Well, other than being the destruction of heaven and hell, I'm not occupied." I chuckled dryly... That was still hard to take in. I mean the whole heaven and angel stuff, and that silly little tale they were so obsessed with.

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"Why?" I added curiously, making my way into the living room and I collapsed onto the couch.

"Hmm... what day it is, Seth?" I could hear from his tone, that I forgot something, but since it's probably something worthless (if I can't remember), I couldn't be bothered to really get worked up over it.

He slowly walked up to the sofa, giving me a look of disbelief, one of his eyebrows raised in fake disapproval.

"Oh no... did I forget our wedding anniversary?" I put my hand on my chest with dramatic expression, as he rolled his eyes. for a while, he waited thinking I'll realize what he wanted me to, but he gave up soon enough. "What's the date today?" he tried to help me even more, and I furrowed my brows.

"Monday...?"

"Happy birthday, you absolute moron" he growled, giving a small massage to his temples. I blinked a few before realizing what he just said. Oh, wait. He is right. I guess I never really celebrated, but I usually knew... but I didn't meet anyone today who could've told me. I didn't know what to say, I was a little taken aback that he "remembered" it, since I never told him.

"Long story short, I'm taking you out." he stated, widening my eyes even more "I got us a table at the nearby restaurant, and then we'll sleep at one of those fancy hotels you like so much...-- sorry, are you okay?" he stopped in his tracks when his gaze found my expression. I was staring at him as if I had seen a ghost riding a unicorn.

"Seth dear... breathe" he encouraged me, to fulfil my basic human needs, while I still tried to comprehend what I was feeling. Why would he go out of his way to plan something for my birthday? I mean... it could still be a way of manipulating me... But it still felt nice. I don't even know the last time someone did this for me, and though it was overwhelmingly nice of him, I couldn't help but wonder what his intentions were.

"I don't know how to give CPR, start breathing," he asked me again, this time successfully getting to me since I had to chuckle at his silly statement. I shook my head a little, but I didn't look up into his eyes. I didn't want him to see my reaction. "It's alright, I guess. It's not like I have anything better to do" I cleared my throat, running a hand through my hair, as I desperately tried not to look fluttered. Jude just somehow realized that being kind to me is an ultimate way to just destroy my defences, and he obviously used that to his advantage.

As I looked up at him, I could see he was grinning, entertained by my childish reaction.

"Great then... Oh, and one more thing" he leaned down a little, with a small smirk, and a suggestive look in his eyes.

"Wear your new suit...for me"