“‘In theory.’ Asmodeus failed to restore Hell to what it once was. Lucifer, Crowley, and all of the princes are dead. What makes you believe that any of your replacements are more qualified than they were?” It wasn’t as though Castiel cared for Hell’s politics— or the fate of demons, for that matter— but without a competent ruler, perhaps their threat would be lessened.

       “I’m aware of what your ‘other means’ entail,” he said evenly, unfazed by any threats. “And I won’t allow that. The better question is, is this a fight that you want?”

      _{“They are clearly more qualified due to the fact the others are are dead,” he said bluntly. “You fight your war to save the world, but you fail to notice that things will correct itself on it’s own terms. There must always be some ruler of hell – not everyone  makes it to those nice gates up above and no one wants to. Ever read that shit-show of a holy text? No one would make it into heaven – not with the old laws or the new ones.” Not that Ky had actually read it fully. Maybe years ago he did once, but now… all he had was vague and scattered memories about the text.} 

          _{“It’s a simple trade; you lead me in the right direction and we can both go on with our lives.” It was a hopeful prospect, but one evenKy knew had a low chance of possibly working. still, he was at least going to attempt to be decent… even if every fiber of his being urged him to attack the other out of pure spite.  “What do you say?”}