It was no secret that Marrick was well aware of how the other saw himself. Was aware of just what Ky’lar was craving and the quickness of a death no matter who delivered it. The hellhound couldn’t say he knew just what that felt like given that the hellhound tried to avoid what would be his eventual death at all costs. It was his survival instincts, something the other semeed to be missing. Or just fucking ignoring. Marrick didn’t know nor did he find himself willing to care at certain times.

He was pretty sure that the only thing that challenged Ky’lar’s will to die was the hatred the two had for each other. Something that would stem years if it didn’t reach a catalyst at any point. No they were literally fire and ice and neither dared to hide the fact either. A dark brow raises as he hears the challenge and shakes his head. ❝ Should know by now mate. i know you wanna die so i ain’t going to be the one who grants it for you. ❞ Sarcasm and cockiness bleeding into his tone as he smirks at the other.

_{the response was one he should have known was coming; granting him his wish wouldn’t come easily. they hated each other, but seeing the other suffer ( both ways ) was better than any sort of final fight they would have. it was simple logic — something ky should have known, but decided to ignore.} 

_{rage, hatred, a singular goal, or need was much easier to focus on than his own survival instincts. they would kick in, they always did, but that didn’t mean that ky had to listen to them. let alone care for them. if anything, they were there to save his ass, and nothing else.}

_{“why don’t i believe that?” sarcasm aside, the demon wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. not now at least, “i’m giving you an opening. a chance that is fading in three… two…”}