The more that Nero listened to this dude he could understand why his brother tormented the demon so much, why he found amusement in winding the other up and to be honest Nero was finding it just as amusing. A dark brow raising towards the other as he works to conceal the laughter that was running ripe through his system. He figured his humour wouldn’t be welcome.
❝ Ah welcome to the joys of being a hellspawn mate, we’re all mistakes. ❞ Though the way he drawls it was sarcastic and reminiscent of the humor inside of him.
His eyes rolled at the other’s words. The sarcasm was quite clear, but overall, Ky’lar decided it was in his best interests to not respond to it. After-all, there was a difference between being a demon and a Hellhound, “Some at least had a choice in it.”
It could have been debated, but then again, he disliked most of his own kind, and a major portion of humanity. Didn’t matter who they were or what their loyalties were. He disliked them all, “Most don’t.”
Hellfirebound 