stormharbinger:

             _{TAKING A THREATENING step forward into the lithe half demon’s space, Thor’s lip curled up into a sneer. He hated demons, hated the way the looked, hated their energy, hated the way they smelled. In the opinion of the thunder god, the only good demo was a dead one.} 

❝  And it would serve you well, cockroach, to remember that I have bested Mephisto. If you truly think yourself my equal, let us duel!  ❞

_{❝ I am your equal. ❞ At least, that was what he told himself. Ky’lar wasn’t fully whole… nor was he actually there most of the time. His mind constantly drifted unless he was centered by someone or something. A reason to why fighting was one of – if not – the best option to keep him not just on edge, but focused.❝ you may have defeated Mephisto, but that means nothing, Thor. Even you should know that one person – even the kin of a demon – is not and does not have the same value as another. ❞} 

_{his lips pursed into a fine-line for a few moments, ❝ and we will duel. this i swear.❞}