With true intentions revealed, a change in composure comes over the blond, half-regretting the warnings he issued mere moments ago. For so long he’d believed, or, more accurately put, fooled himself into investing attention into that the boy’s confrontational habits were a product of reckless whims and impetuous compulsions. 

During most encounters, he had fed these desires, placated them as though he viewed Ky like a pet in a perpetuate state of needing sustenance constantly. Had he ever been informed that the demon’s wish to fight him was born of some misguided need to prove that he could stand on his own two feet, a worthy heir of the legacy he was set to inherit, Thor would never have been as quick to amuse him.

“You need to win?” He parrots Ky as though hoping that by repeating his words with his own voice they might finally start to make sense. Unfortunately, they didn’t. “That is the height of absurdity! To be told you are required to do battle and come away as the victor is the type of rationale I would expect to be spouted proudly by hellspawn! But do you not see, Ky’lar? You are better than your forebearers!”

_{The term ‘better’ was ultimately scoffed at. Since when had he been ‘better’ than anyone in recent times? Training was a waste; it was doing  the same thing again and again. He couldn’t even beat one of his Grandfather’s lower ranked demons head on – he had resort to trickery just to win the fight.}

_{He needed  an edge; to find what he was good at and then focus there. Instead, he fond himself fighting an adversary that was far powerful than most. To focus in on one  enemy, learn everything  about it,  and  (beat) or destroy  it anyway  possible.} 

_{The desires  would never be stated; not until he finally found a way to prove himself. Hellspawn  or otherwise, he had no choice in the matter – it was either do this or be stuck in Mephisto’s realm for who knew how long.} 

_{So, Ky’lar resorted to violence;  something that he could hold and grasp. It wasn’t the best of idea’s, but that unending rage fueled him when he needed it the most… even if that was currently the last thing he needed at  the moment.}

_{“Incorrect,” he said, making sure that his words stayed on point as he took a step forward, “I’m worse than them.” Though, even Ky doubted the validity of those words; he had to admit in some cases he was.
   Ky wasn’t limited to what they were as he was still part human…  even if he denied that little fact at every opportunity he possibly could.}

_{“I fight…  so  maybe one day I can prove i’m worthy. To prove i’m more than just a bloody mistake and that maybe one day i’ll have my birthright.” He doubted Thor would ever understand just what he wanted, but at the same time….even Ky had a shred of hope ( even if it was small ). “That one day I might  be worthy of something more than useless titles.”}