Being stabbed right in the chest wouldn’t do much usually. His body, as much as it was his own, was still simply a vessel, and given enough time, he could repair it.
Yet, the problem came into play with the blade. It had been dipped in holy water and covered in salt. For most Demons, they would have either screamed, or simply laughed about it. They already served their time on the rack to know that pain wouldn’t do much to hurt them, but they usually got sent back to hell shortly after.
For Ky, all it did was make him annoyed. If not for the pain, for the man who was holding it. A hunter, one of the few people who could track, and send his kind back to where they belonged.
Of course, he wasn’t going to let that happen. Not when so much was on the line already,“That the best you can do?” The words, for the most part, were said through gritted teeth, “You want answers? Try harder.”
// @youdietonight – John Winchester
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