_wrathcarne:

            ❛  Do you even know who I am? Satan practically preens for ME. I suggest you start doing the same, since it would be a shame to ruin that pretty hide of yours, but…  ❜

      ❛  Could say the same about you, boy. I like you. It makes me want to kill you slowly.  ❜ The subtle liquefied noise of their right forearm being reformed is heard, shaping into what could be described as a two-pronged blade. He lifts an index finger on the other, beckoning with a sickly sweet purr. ❛  C’mhere, I won’t hurt! Much.  ❜

      _{to say the reaction was u n e x p e c t e d was one thing, but this was entirely another. any other time ky couldn’t complain, but the truth of the matter he didn’t know who exactly carnage was ( besides the basics that didn’t quite matter ).} 

      _{so, to save face ( so to speak ), ky knew the best course of action was to take a step back – even if doing so would lead him possibly into more problems. oh, he was in it big time, and he didn’t know how or even if he could get out of it.  ❛ you really don’t want my answer to that, ❜ he said, arms slowly sliding behind his back.  ❛ an’ i get it… you deserve respect, right? ❜}