there was a reason he hated his own kind; demons always were busy or working on some scheme. not that he could really complain — he had pulled enough of them in his lifetime to know that sometimes failure was the only option. not to mention that interrupting a demon nine out of ten times was dangerous, but that didn’t mean that it would stop ky. in all reality, it just meant that he would have to press forward — just for his own personal amusement.

“right, don’t care.” it was simply the facts — being truthful was always harsher than not, but then again. lying was only useful when the truth wouldn’t get him what he personally wanted.