i am childish, violent, unpredictable, predatory, bloodthirsty and cruel. still, i am way above you.
Their role reversal was almost complete. The once God was now not just unworthy, but falling deeper into that mindset. On the other hand, Ky was changed; not just worthy, but actually attempting to be better than he’d ever been.
Deep down, he knew that this moment would come; where he’d have to chose between being worthy and falling back into old habits. Truth be told, he had thought with Mjolinr, he’d be able to resist that call – to resist the darkness that always was there. The only problem was now… he just had far more to lose.
Thor, for as much as he hated him… could respect him; Worthy, Unworthy, or even Otherwise. The former God of Thunder was not just an amusing opponent, but also, a worth-while one. A reason to why their fights went on like clockwork.
However, now Ky was actually being honest. As much as he didn’t want him to do this – there was nothing Ky could personally do. He’d have to rise above this self-imposed ideal’s of trying to save him and let him make his own foolish decisions, but was it right? To not at least attempt to help – maybe, maybe not, but the truth of the matter was that being decent was all so… new to him.
A reason to why he took a few steps forward and let a deep breath escape his lips; he even put down the hammer as he raised his hands up. For now, he was trying to reason with Thor, but even then… he couldn’t stop this. Ironic… since Ky could have been in that same position if things were drastically altered. “I can’t stand by as you do something foolish, Thor. You know that.”
if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.
of course he was LYING; he always lied. he just wanted to ATTEMPT telling the truth for once. he was SORRY that he lied ( in his own way ), but he WOULDN’T stop doing it. not now – not a year from now and most certainly NOT ever. lies kept him ALIVE … even if he had to DEMOLISH relationships in the process. “ am i now? or is that just an ASSUMPTION?”
“You don’t wanna know.” Or perhaps the other did know what he could see. A finger raising along his lips, Jas never took his glare from ‘Ky’lar’. Though his disposition seemed care-free, there was an underlying tone to it, as if he was capable of doing something despicable.
“…keep your distance, Ky’lar, and keep to yourself as long as you are in Italy.” He knew the threat that came out of his mouth was brazen, yet he meant every syllable of it. Evil forces were taking over his country; eradicating one would be of no heavy conscience to Jas.
“Do I now?” A slight grin pulled at his lips, but it quickly faded. Oh, he had some ideas, but he wasn’t about to share them. Not here and certainly not now. There was no fun in it – not really at least. “All I am is a man – one who just happens to be in the country for a while.” Not long, maybe as short as week, but plans could change.
“At any-rate,” He said, taking a step closer, “You can be rest assured that I don’t plan on getting any closer than I am currently.” For the moment at least. “As for keeping to myself? I can’t really promise that – good try though.”
The act of making a decision such as this was… different. Not in a bad way, but rather, it was a challenge to actually accept that fact that he was actually being given a choice. For the last few years, whatever choices he had were based upon what he’d done, and who he was ( at leas tin his mind ).
So, he stayed away from anything that could even make him content. Doing so… was easier than facing the moment when everything would ultimately go down hill. It was the moment that someone of his family either showed up or he, himself, managed to ruin whatever decency he actually had at the time.
“I want a fight,” he said, flipping through some of the pamphlets, and glancing over them. “A real fight…no holds bared, no holding back, and no stopping it. Not until i’m done or have been beaten.” He knew he wouldn’t get it – knew that Thor wouldn’t go for it, but… Ky wanted it. No, he didn’t exactly want a fight, but he desired one. Not just due to the fact it would let him cure that itch of his… no, there was more to it. He wanted to prove ( to everyone ) he could handle himself.
Ky then stopped glancing at the pamphlets as he grabbed one; a cruse ship to Alaska. There were two reasons this… for one, the area was going to be cold – or he hoped was cold. He always enjoyed sub zero temperatures and for two? Well, if Thor wanted to take him someplace… he wanted it to be the furthest away from any civilization. It didn’t matter if it was on Earth or otherwise… if Thor wanted to take him somewhere? Ky wanted to make sure that they’d be far away from everyone who’d try to cut it short.
“Someplace cold,” he said, tapping on the pamphlet for a few moments. “Very cold.” He wasn’t going to get into the details, but he’d hoped he wouldn’t have to in all reality. At least for the moment.
“i would have thought you’d have learned by now, caleb.” ky should have known better in that regard. caleb would never learn – not truly at least. “however, it seem’s as per-usual you’re a nuisance.” a pause. “such a shame. i almost thought we were getting somewhere with your attitude.”
❛ uh huh . ❜ the hound was amused considering he was still alive and living proof that the demon didn’t exactly succeed at his plan. No it was too AMUSING right now. ❛ oh i am not worried at all , you failed once so yeah i’m fine with waiting for you to TRY and succeed.❜
“see, that is why i’ve always hated your kind. not due to the fact of what you are, but it’s due to the fact you’ve always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. ‘cause, when i get the throne?” his voice lowered for a moment. “when i truly get the throne… your head an’ all the other hound’s heads will be on the chopping block. all because of you.”
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