“PURPOSE OR OTHERWISE, we chose our own fate.” ironic, since the one talking knew that eventually his fate was like all the rest. damned for eternity for something he had no true control over. “i may be a weapon, but i’m not a GOOD one. weapons don’t feel – I DO.”
he doesn’t retch his chin away . instead, he stares the other, dead on. eyes are fierce, blazing like the hottest star. ross tried to comply. came up with a solution. but he was to continued to be tortured, so be it. this wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last. “either way, i’m ready. are you?”
KY ENJOYED THE TORMENT MORE THAN THE ANSWERS! he enjoyed ripping apart someone more than the final result – the JOURNEY was far more important than the DESTINATION. “you want a reason?” he asked, “i’ll give you the best reason of them all; i want to tear it all down – every bit of it.” oh, he’d do much more, but that was just a small taste of what he had in mind. “and you’re going to help me.”
late night, long night– which meant enough time for dean to forego any kind of worry for the moment and focus more and figuring out just how much he could drink before it got to too much. it’s doesn’t take too much time as dean searches for that limit that he finds the demon ignoring any kind of fun that dean was having. with quick movement, dean moves beside them, grinning as he places his tongue against the bare skin of their collar bone, dragging up to the edge of their jaw. “ c’mon, stop working for once. your world can wait a night. ”
of course his world could wait a night. everything could in all reality. ky just focused on what was needed due to the fact it was one of his main anchor’s. with-out it, he’d be off killing some angels, or torturing some demons. maybe even making some deals. still, he wasn’t about to let the affection go ignored – especially when it was from dean. a reason to why he sucked in a deep breath and stopped reading through the old book. “i’m trying to figure this out,” he said, licking his lips for a few moments. “unless… you are to distract me from… this little task of mine.”
ky never did like guns. for one, they were far too clumsy, and for two? after being shot so many times they lost their appeal. sure, he carried one on him, but using it? that was a very rare occurrence ( even more so these days ). so, when he was told to pull the trigger? he hesitated. there was only a few outcomes that could happen if he did pull it, but on the side that the gun stopped working? well, he’d have to get into a physical fight, and he wasn’t in the mood for one. not truly at any-rate. “— yeah, no,” he said, “i don’t take orders well.”
❛ Do you even know who I am? Satan practically preens for ME. I suggest you start doing the same, since it would be a shame to ruin that pretty hide of yours, but… ❜
❛ Could say the same about you, boy. I like you. It makes me want to kill you slowly. ❜ The subtle liquefied noise of their right forearm being reformed is heard, shaping into what could be described as a two-pronged blade. He lifts an index finger on the other, beckoning with a sickly sweet purr. ❛ C’mhere, I won’t hurt!Much. ❜
to say the reaction was u n e x p e c t e d was one thing, but this was entirely another. any other time ky couldn’t complain, but the truth of the matter he didn’t know who exactly carnage was ( besides the basics that didn’t quite matter ).
so, to save face ( so to speak ), ky knew the best course of action was to take a step back – even if doing so would lead him possibly into more problems. oh, he was in it big time, and he didn’t know how or even if he could get out of it. ❛ you really don’t want my answer to that, ❜ he said, arms slowly sliding behind his back. ❛ an’ i get it… you deserve respect, right? ❜
“ I mean, o b v i o u s l y the odds of a-actually winning are seriously low, but… hey, I th-think I’ve still got a chance at th-the crown?Vivian Rawley, beauty queen! Has a nice ring t-to it, wouldn’t you say?”
“i think you could win.” even more so if ky pulled some strings, but he wasn’t going to get her hopes up. he was a demon after-all and sometimes he actually had to act like one. “even if you don’t? you tried.”
❝ Look, I don’t want to fight you. But if you don’t come quietly, I’m gonna have to drag you in by force. Do yourself a favor && make this easier on the both of us.
❞
❝ or, i could make things much worse. ❞ a simple statement to the fact as his arms crossed his chest. going in easily was never part of his play book. he always had to be difficult these days. especially when he knew what would happen the moment he entered any building with guards equipped to actually handle him. he might not have been feeling up to a blood bath today, but it could always happen. ❝ your choice. ❞
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