Being disconnected from that damn mallet for so long had, to the blond, felt as though a limb was missing– and not the one that he had already lost due to his own arrogance. It maddened him to think that the slightest shirking of faith, claimed by a revelation that saw him view for the first time the gods for what they really were and how they cared not for the trials and tribulations of mortals.
“I will kill you, Ky’lar!” Three words were all it took to change the Odinson; and all he needed was five words to lash out at the other with, voice hoarse as the threat ripped from his throat. Shouting was the most he could do, now that everything else had been ripped away; and soon it would be what sees the will to keep fighting take flight from his chest.
Having provoked the other, he is awarded with another reunion with his hammer, which on its second trip collides against the blond’s chest, shattering ribs, before then sending him flying towards a rocky outcrop that collapses ontop of him upon colliding with it. As rocks rained down and piled on top of him, Ky would be met with disappointment, for, whilst not quite dead, the unworthy god had been rendered incapacitated by a combination of fatigue and the number of injuries he sustained.
And so, with nothing else to say on the subject of berating Ky for the fate the Norns had seen fit to weave for him, Odinson remains where he lays, blond hair distinguishable from the rumble by the streaks of divine ichor that sullied its colour. Each his arms, visible up to the elbow, jutted out of the pile at crooked angles, suggesting he’d met the ground face first. A suitable ending for a god who allowed bitterness and envy to fuel his obscene obsession, rather than take the chance to rise above such developments to try and become a better person.
He’d set foot on that road eventually; first, though, he had to reach rock bottom.
“You’re unworthy to even think about my death, Odinson.” Or maybe that was just Ky’s ego talking; something he still had even after all that had changed.
“Threaten me all you wish, but until this hammer leaves my hands you are nothing. Maybe once you were something, but now?” The Demon couldn’t help, but grin as he made his way forward. “You’ve fallen and you’re not going to get back to where you were. Not like this.”
Not that it mattered to Ky, Thor could strive to be worthy, and the Demon would deny him it. If he even got close to being worthy again… Ky would send him right back down to unworthiness. Why? Due to the fact that he liked – no, he enjoyed who he was now far too much. He enjoyed not just the power, but also… the control he had to silence those urges that were always just under his flesh.
“Not ever… not if i have a say in it.”
Hellfirebound 