He felt unsure as to whether he should feel grateful for that remark. True, he had let his desire to fight fill his days when he had little to lose and hardly any goals to work towards bar his lone, and still unfulfilled wish.Had he stayed the same way he didn’t think many would be as receptive to the reclamation of his mantle and titles. Sure, he knew he’d disappoint those that preferred the old him but, like time itself, nothing stayed the same forever.
“You aren’t wrong, but I must still insist that you abandon this scheme of yours.” If it even was such to begin with. All he saw was a transformed demon itching for a fight he couldn’t accept; that he couldn’t enjoy now that the gap had once again broadened between them. Thor had ascended into the upper echelons of godhood from whence he had been previously expelled. And with that came a vastly different thunderer to the one demon Ky had formally been acquainted with.
“I have work that I need to attend to, so farewell, Ky’lar.”
His clawed hands twitched for a few moments as he moved forward. What he wanted was a fight – a real battle that he could prove himself. It was the usual when Thor was unworthy, but back then it was for spite. He hated the God. More importantly, he hated everything they stood for; unworthy or otherwise. Thor may have been worth-while, but the demon hated as well as respected them. “Don’t care,” Ky said bluntly. “They can wait.” Rather, he thought they could. He was still getting used to this… worthy Thor. Still getting used to seeing him like this – it just felt wrong. Very wrong. “I can’t.”
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