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A harsh truth, but all too real. The Odinson responds to this reveal with what dignity he has left to muster; a challenge for one so stuck in the mire of irrelevance as he had been. But, being reduced to so little, he was willing to grasp for what chances to escape were floated his way– no matter the cost.

“I… I will.” The confirmation of his intent sits strangely on this tongue after being aired. He was about to partake in practices that’d see all respect he might still be capable of earning from his observers mutate into a species of hatred, labelling his fall as yet another spirit lost to the temptations of darkness. 

Given the necessary of it, the blond was willing to wear such a cloak and inherent the shift in perceptions of him for as long as he needed. What macabre work Ky’lar had meant for him to partake in, he’d carry out without complaint. 

“Any who interfere will be dealt with in a most severe manner. Now…shall we begin proceedings?”

_{All Ky had to do was dangle the prospect of something greater for the fallen one, and he’d have a perfect puppet. It would take time of course; getting  everything together,  but it would be worth it.}

_{Give  something, take it  away, and keep Thor loyal. If it meant doing things that many would look down upon? So be it. Wasn’t the first time the  Son of Blackheart had to get his hands dirty for something far symbolic than material.
Nor would it ultimately be the last. All he had to do was play his cards properly and everything would fall right into place.}

_{“As expected,” he mused out lightly. He didn’t need anything going wrong with this little endeavor of his. Nor did he need any of his family members – specifically  Mephisto – to get involved with this. Blackheart, he could more than likely wave off (or so he hoped), but his Grandfather was the more wild card.} 

_{Ky attempted to, but never understood him or… his father really, but he knew distance was  sometimes the best option. Never digging too far into their affairs and staying out of their fights.  It worked… on most days at least – just not when Ky was the entire reason of said fight.}

_{“I don’t expect them to bother us, but someone is always watching.” his lips pursed into a thin-line. “The sooner you come to accept that. The sooner you realize what limited time frame we have.”} 

_{He then let a slight smirk spread across his lips. “Let’s get to work… shall we?”}