tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, doing his best to shove down his contempt for prince of hell. to be fair, little of it had to do with ky’s personality. it was more to do with the fact that his position within hell had been more a matter of birthright than anything else. it was sickening to him, how easily these hellspawn brats were secured a spot at the top without having to do a damn thing at all. so in the crossroad king’s mind, ky’lar richardson would never be more than a spoiled child. but crowley wasn’t about to run his mouth about such thoughts. though he might have been callous, he did have a brain about him. ‘ ky’lar. what a pleasant surprise. did you need something? ’
‘i need many of things,’ he admitted bluntly. of course, if he admitted any of them, he’d more than likely get them with-out even having to lift a finger in return, but every once in a while… he enjoyed doing things himself. even some of his more dangerous fights he got into were done to see what he could accomplish… even if there was a major chance everyone was letting him live. still, there was no need to say anything of the sort here – not when ky knew fully well he was hated by most these days ( even if they would never fully admit it ). ‘i just didn’t come here for any of them.’ there was a pause as he shifted the subject. ‘instead, i came here to find something out… more so a family matter of sorts.’
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