. the stench of sulfur fills the kelpie’s nostrils, obscuring the rich aroma of blood throbbing just beneath his thumb poised on this victim’s throat. a DEMON. his fury is immediate, rotten-corpse body stiffening and the sharp nubs of his spine pressing hard at the flat expanse of his suit jacket. his cheeks are sunken with hunger, and NOTHING will stop him from this feast. he will consume this fledgling witch body and soul. ❝ you’ll not rob me of this one, demon. her soul is beyond your reach, and whatever pathetic allegiance she may have to your kind cannot save her. ❞
❝ you forget yourself, ❞ the words were said cooly; no traces of malice behind them at all. in-fact, it even surprised the demon himself on how expertly he managed to pull it off. ❝ the soul of that one means NOTHING to me. ❞ it was, in all reality, the truth; one soul wouldn’t make or break him. ❝ take her soul – take a HUNDRED other’s. ❞ no, they could have their feast; have several in-fact. it didn’t matter to him. not truly at any-rate. ❝ it matters not to me, ❞ he said bluntly. ❝ an’ it’s not why i’m here. ❞
IT WAS ONE STEP FORWARD AND THREE STEPS BACK. his rage was in most cases endless; a tidal storm waiting to be released. he could hold it back for a time, but eventually it crashed against everything it touched. ky’lar murdered and he never felt any emotion towards the lives he took. not until now; something was changing and he didn’t like it.
HE TOLD THE SERAPH as for the moment, he was closest being the demon could trust. the closest one he didn’t want to rip apart out of pure sport, but he wasn’t worth saving. no matter how hard he fought… no matter who believed in him… ky didn’t believe he deserved to be helped. in his kind he was just too far gone.
“ i am past helping, ” he said, eyes closing tightly. “ it’s different now. i feel – never mind. ” he was about to admit the truth, but then decided strongly against it. “ i shouldn’t have said anything . ”
‘ a promise? to what, ritually disembowel the council if they don’t tell you what you want to know? ‘ admittedly, she’s had the very same thought, but she’s kept it mostly to herself. ky, on the other had, was not known for his restraint in such matters.
‘if i have to.’ it wouldn’t be easy, but he thought that if push came to shove… he could do it. of course, if he failed… not even his family could save him from that. ‘either way, i’ll find out what i need to know.’ or find himself with more questions than answers.
*actually cares very deeply but acts like an asshole*
“You’ve reached some serious infamy if organizations are out to get you.” A fanged smile. “I’m curious, what did you do?”
“what does anyone do these days?” well, besides the obvious of living. ky never could quite keep out of trouble – even if he had specific orders to do so. “you sneeze an’ your on someone’s radar.”
“i make deals,” he said, arms crossing his chest. “apparently, i’m quite good at it, but honestly? i’d rather be laying in a bed wearing nothing than anything else.” not that it mattered to him. there were loads of things he could do, but deals were easier, and low risk in all reality. well, usually.
my goal tonight is to get my drafts under 30 before I go to bed. will this happen? maybe..
likes artificial watermelon | sleeps in what they’re already wearing | eats their cereal with milk | listens to music with earbuds | hates the summer | can recite past the first four digits of pi | eats frosting out of the jar | doodles on their notebooks | can bake cookies | has a garden | has had a snowball fight | eats pancakes without syrup | prefers shorts to pants | can name more than ten superheroes | has a plan for the zombie apocalypse | uses the same password for everything | can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds | watches anime | hasn’t read harry potter | can say ‘I love you’ in more than one language | prefers mechanical pencils | thinks space is cool | takes personality tests more than once to make sure | can’t tie their shoelaces | has a purse | likes salad | likes cool colors better than warm colors | knows how to braid hair | reads biographies | can ice skate | knows their mbti | reads astrology charts | prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy | plays video games | reads the newspaper | likes chocolate ice cream better | doesn’t cuss | memorizes song lyrics | collects coupons | has a preferred order at starbucks | likes movie theater popcorn | has seen a play |listens to music with headphones | owns a hoodie | would rather own cds than online copies |has written a poem | can shuffle cards | subscribes to a magazine | double dips when eating |drinks directly out of the milk container | keeps a journal
at one time, ky may have believed the other’s words, but the problem was that he saw no use in believing in something as simple as a desire for an outcome. hope was a fools game. it could make or break a man – a reason to why he relied on facts. twisted as they may be… they gave him confidence; a tad better than hope.
“yeah, well,” he said, hands sliding into his back pockets, “i don’t deal in hope.”
No, he most certainly wasn’t – a fact that filled Thor with a mixture of annoyance and apprehension. Kratos’ godslaying potential could not be underestimated, nor could he suffer the thought of letting him live. The gods had their weaknesses, just as mortals were prone to die before long, and whilst it meant that he had to include himself in such a group, it was all for the sake of finding the means to bring about the spartan’s downfall.
“Good, for he’ll soon taste the full extent of my wrath.” Brought about with lightning, fury and tempests aplenty, he wished only the worst for the god of war. “But let us not stand here and waste any further time on meaningless conversation. I desire the pale one’s head as penance for the blood of mine that was shed by this bastard’s hands.” But before he could do so, he’d need to gather allies. Worshippers were preferred – he could at least exploit their faith in him – but should this stranger proved to be the curious sort, he’d not say a word against letting him join his dark plight.
“What say you, worm of this rotten land? Are you to stand by my side, when I bring mine hammer crashing down against this Spartan’s skull? Or do you mean to object?”
“I don’t object, but I would like to issue a warning – fighting the Ghost is not going to be easy. He’s taken down a fair share of gods and other beings alike.” it wasn’t an objection – like he said, it was a warning. Ky might not have placed bets on Kratos or even Thor for that matter, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to help.
“If you fail, you’ll join the dead, but if you succeed… you’ll be more than simply a hero.” He was about to say a few more things, but it wasn’t the time nor the place for it – least of all when the odds of Thor killing the other were very low. Even if there was an army behind the God… it was still very very low.
“Either way, someone will have to stop him eventually…lest he’ll start coming for my kind and with-out gods… all of reality will crumble.”
Hellfirebound 