“I find that a most curious acquisition, Prince of the Infernal. I had thought such an artifact lost to the shades of time. Pausing, her voice takes on a certain sardonic croak, “How fortunate that you have proven the sages wrong.”
She could not say who the artifact would benefit – perhaps Hell, perhaps the owner itself, but she had some vague idea of what would come of it. Weeping. Weeping in the whole of the Nine Realms, to rival the loss of Baldr. Oh, but where were her manners? Always focusing on the might-bes, never on present company.
“How did you come across it?”
“When you’ve had the… opportunity to travel a few reams,” a pause, “or even dimensions, you come across many amusing things.” He could have named off far more than a dozen, but it truthfully, there was no real point in it. Not When it clearly wasn’t needed to make a point.
“Drop a few names in the right ears and you’ll find a few objects. Most of the time they are worthless, but all the same, sometimes you come across great weapons.” He just hadn’t found the one he was looking for yet – or if he had? He understand how to wield it as of yet.
“So, in truth? It was far more than just luck – I had a bit of help.”
instinct has the ‘wolf screaming at him to back up, away from the putrid stench of sulfur overwhelming his senses, but he remains still, pride too big to back down. “i could name a few reasons, off-hand.” words are bitten out, eli lifting a hand to sweep the demon’s off his chest, only then taking a step back and giving himself space to breathe. “but nothing comes to mind on why i should give a shit.”
a low hiss escaped the demon’s lips as his hand was swiped away. it wasn’t that big of an action, but ky still was going to over dramatize the entire situation. as such, his face turned into one of disgust for a few seconds as he wiped his hand against his pants. it then turned back to normal. “you should learn your place – there are worse beings out there than me and trust me. they hate defiance more than me.”
“I want to know why? What will defeating me do for you? Do you wish to possess my soul? Bragging rights– to boast you have defeated the Silver Surfer? I must know what motivates you.”
“I don’t want your soul.” Rather, he didn’t want the anger that would come from his Grandfather over that. So, he would have to settle on something a bit easier to obtain. “Boasting rights for one and for two? I get to see what you’re made of first hand.”
THE platitudes tasted false, lips taking a downward turn underneath his beard. Demons were a wily sort, playing games of the mind and the tongue that Thor had never had the patience to become adept at. Loki had been his point of reference and guide, the experiences the only thing serving to keep him on edge with the hellspawn.
❝ I am Asgardian, I shall live longer than your wretched kind. Most assuredly longer than you, if that was a threat. ❞ Electricity crackled along his fingers and forearms, blindingly blue and white hot, intended to intimidate and serve as a warning.
❝ Unless of course, you are mistaken there too. It would not serve you well to threaten me, now would it? What is your purpose demon, for it is likely not to irritate me? ❞
❝ Promises promises, ❞ he mused lowly. ❝ For all that bark, I fail to see real bite, Asgardian. ❞ While Ky could have gone for name calling, he decided to be above that – something, that felt like the other wasn’t entirely above. No matter, he could work with this either way. It just meant that he had to chose his words a bit more carefully. ❝ I’ve been mistaken many times, but don’t think of it as a threat. ❞ A slight grin begain to spread across his lips. ❝ Instead, think about it as a simple statement – nothing more and nothing less. ❞ Of course, he could have said more, but instead, he decided to take a step forward, and change the subject. ❝ As for why i’m here? Personally, I don’t believe you’re truly worthy of that information. ❞
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