Nick snorted a brief laugh, glancing up at Ky’lar. The man was pretty, had that going for him. But Nick had experience in this arena. Knew it was almost always a waste of effort.
“Spoiler: they won’t. Even if things go well, you’ll trip at the finish line. Or someone on your team will decide that the final stage of your master plan is the perfect time to stage a coup. Most villains are just unreliable, from the start.“
“The same could be said about most heroes.” Of course, Ky tried to keep interactions with most people to a minimum. There was always a tendency to kill them if they got under his skin. Not to mention throw them to the ‘wolves’ if things started to go south.
“When something doesn’t go to plan they start in-fighting and then all hell breaks lose.” Not to mention the damage they caused, but quite honestly… that was besides the point. “It doesn’t matter their titles… people are always going to do what they want.”
Can you believe, Ky’lar Richardson, Prince of Hell, and Son of Blackheart has never done anything wrong in his entire life??
“No! That’s the exact opposite of what I want.” Bobby called out, blasting the sides of buildings into a slick sheet of glassy ice. “I should be doing something more appropriate for an X-Man, and not doing the job of people who get paid to do this.”
“Don’t tell me you lit this fires – I would hate to have to ice over such a handsome stranger.”
“You don’t get paid to be an X-man?” Ky couldn’t help, but roll his eyes at his own statement. “Such a shame – you should be doing greater things than cleaning up fires.” As for what? He didn’t know, but he figured something more than cleaning after one simple fire.
“You’d really ice me over?” He asked sarcastically. “I thought we were great friends!”
“i’ve gone two hole months with-out killing anyone. i think i deserve a prize.” Maybe it wasn’t as big of feet as he let on – he didn’t kill anyone. That didn’t mean he didn’t do other things, but it was a step in the right direction at least. “ —–don’t you think??”
“If we’re being completely honest here? i’d rather be downing a bottle or twenty of scotch than here.” Suffice to say, Ky was grumpy, but for how long that was last? Even he didn’t know. “— This better be important.”
❝ at the risk of sounding like a broken record; i don’t care what you believe. i’m not my family and i’m most certainly not my father. my name is ky’lar richardson and this is my story. ❞
Now, that was the question wasn’t it? Ky could have voiced quite a few answers as to why, but instead, he didn’t. No, he didn’t think it was necessary. Instead, he leaned his back against a wall, and smirked. “ You just can’t get enough of me. ”
Hellfirebound 