At every turn, he had tried to give the demon benefit of the doubt, invent excuses however imaginative to explain away his increasingly concerning actions as any merciful god would. Unfortunately, such reserves of consideration were found to have previously undiscovered limits, whittled down to nothing by a last, damming act; treating the lives of innocents as if they were a commodity to be expended.
“I understand,” he said, tone both flat and alarmingly neutral, no hint of warmth present nor the icy wrath of someone discovering they had been betrayed. He was Thor of the Thunders, a child of Asgard and of the soil of Midgard. And today, Ky’lar had disappointed him.
“I guess I was mistaken, Ky’lar. You have proven yourself to be born of the devil’s seed than treat your fellow mortals with respect and kindness, and in doing so you have damned yourself to thread upon a path I can no longer support or condone.”
“i never asked you to condone any of this!” nor did he actually ask to be alive, but here he was. living an existence that was difficult at best and agonizing at worst. if it was ky’s choice, maybe he wouldn’t have been stuck in-between humanity, and his more demonic half. maybe he would have been whole one way or another.
“what i was born of has no place here, thor! you talk all high and mighty about kindness, respect, and singing songs around a fucking campfire. sadly enough, it’s not for me!” by this point in time he was fuming and it was quite clear that his anger was starting to take hold of him.
“you say you understand? how can you – your life never has changed in a whole day. you don’t have the fucking fear of getting too close since your father or grandfather will destroy them.” his hands formed into tight fists. “you don’t have all of fucking hell keeping their eyes on you nor do you have abilities you couldn’t even hope to understand.”
“you want to know what i am, thor? i am damned. damned to be stuck in-between to different things and the only way to state that urge is to relieve it anyway i can.”