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@hellfirebound | starter call

Although the time was ripe for gloating and vocalisations of ‘I told you so’ would not be frowned upon, John refrains from accosting the poor bastard, concluding that the silence that prevailed between them was the superior judge. He had appeared at the exact same time recorded in his previous encounters with the half-breed– showing his scruffy mug during a crucial hour for Ky’lar, only to see the man flop and fail quite spectacularly. It came as a relief to know of his mixed heritage, for if the male was one hundred percent human, John had concluded he would’ve perished after the first fuck up happened.
   As it happened, he had noted that Ky’lar was on a losing streak when it came to his schemes, paying a particularly hefty price this go around in the liberation of his intestines from his abdomen area. He unfortunately didn’t get to see the gouging blow that inflicted such terrible damage, but judging from the results, he was of the mind that it had been caused by a demon – and a large one at that.

In no position to criticise Ky over his failures, the blond retrieves a cancer stick from his box of Silk Cuts and places one in his mouth, keen to to tend to his own detrimental habits before passing comment on this mess. With a lighter he produces from a pocket of his coat, the tip of his cig is ignited, which is soon followed a a slow exhale as he draws carcinogenic fumes into his lungs. Filled with a sufficient amount of his favourite poison, John lowers himself to a crouch next to Ky’lar’s head, taking care to exhale a mouthful of smoke into his face as he speaks for the first time since the violence here had ended.

“Wakey-wakey, sunshine. You and I ‘ave quite a bit to talk about.”

_{This latest string of failures wasn’t the first – nor would it be the last.  Alliances made with Demons never lasted. Especially when it came  to Ky’s family; always  digging their fingers into his games.} 

_{This time, he got burned pretty badly. Only surviving thanks to his demonic heritage; if he would have been human, he’d have died long before John even showed up. Thankfully… he survived, but it still would be a long road.  Even Ky had limits on how much his body could take… even if he’d never admit it.}

    _{“I’m fine,” he managed to get out as he spit up a large amount of blood. Of course, the reality of the situation was he vastly different.  He wasn’t fine – not even close to it, but admitting such a thing around John wasn’t something he could do. Not now and not ever.}

   _{“Just give me a …moment.” He started to grip his side, but then he moved to push himself up to a sitting position; the wall behind him being used to keep him up after what seemed like a good few minutes. “or… twenty.”}