❝ Still a demon, prince, asshole or not. ❞ he chides lightly as he grabs his pipe and goes about lighting it. Amber eyes flickering up to look at the other for a moment before raising an eyebrow. He could see the other was realizing that Logan was a dealer of truth and well he knew the best ways to cut into someone and make the pain stick. He had four hundred years to perfect it. He sighs softly, his anger was growing again and he was trying hard to keep it all tight lipped. ❝ Personal or not, I need a reason. Reapers need something to cling too to find the soul. As come on we track a lot of it, ain’t easy discerning who is who. ❞ He’d figure shit out later but right now he wanted Ky out of his face before he redecorated said face.

_{“never was given a real choice in my species.” a lie, but a truthful one… from his own point of view. he couldn’t change what he was. nor, would ky want to on most days, but all the same, he doubted that it mattered. demon or not… he knew that he couldn’t back away from this. not now at least, “either way, you want a reason? i’m looking for my mother.” it wasn’t a good reason, possibly one of the worst, but… all he wanted to know was where she was. after-all, he only knew she was ( quite possibly ) dead, “— is that reason enough?”}

_{// @sorrowsfate​}