“A demon after my own heart, truly.” An echo of laughter, a choice made with hesitation of course, but a fair enough choice all the same. Ky’lar was a demon sure, one of fair standing as well, but still Blackheart rooted around and gazed into the mind of the other. He knew the answers to these questions were he to ask them of himself, and if he were to dig around further inside the ‘boy’s’ mind, then surely he’d know his answers as well. But still he asks.
“What would you do for the status you seek, Ky’lar?” Blackheart knew what he’d do, what he’d done, and how he’d continue to pursue. He knew that in time he would be his father’s assassin and in truth so did his father. A mocking form of paternal guidance, where he intentionally tried to train the maker of his own demise by repeatedly humiliatingly defeating him.
“Take a guess.” Oh, there were many deplorable things he would do to obtain what he wanted. All he needed was the right push and the right time. He would do them – there was no doubt about that, but he preferred to stay on the sidelines until the time was right.
That way, he wouldn’t bring far too much attention to himself, and he could keep building up what he needed. Though, the point of it was that he was far less powerful than he believed – especially when he came across some of the more heavy hitters. The only reason he survived this long was due to the fact he was able to outwit others… if just barely. “If it takes me closer to my goal… i’ll do it.”
Hellfirebound 