“sounds nice. better than rags and backhanded slaps, not to mention table scraps.” he shook his head, forcing himself not to cringe at the memories. anything good from his childhood happened at school or at the library… definitely not around anyone from his family.

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“to some it might have been.” however, to him ( what he could remember at least ) it wasn’t. while his memory was in tatters ( sometimes more than the per-usual ) all he remembered that time was the scorn he usually received – especially when he started to mature. “to me? not so much.”

rubiesintherough:

        “ Message heard, loud and clear… “   Was that fear in  Vivian’s voice? At the very least, finally, a note of actual respect.  A step was taken back. Another “ Nothing happens to the suit. Or the damn girl. They’ll be good as new when I drop them back off, fine.  —— Speaking of, if you want them to stay shiny, tell me you have DO a plan for her folks? They’ll be PISSED when they find out… and I don’t think they’ll be as concerned about leaving a mark as they will be with getting me OUT. 

       of course he had plans – one plan rather. viv may have still been in there, but he hoped she wasn’t seeing any of this. or.. maybe she wouldn’t remember by the time she finally was allowed her body back. either way, ky was going to make sure they were not a problem – one way or three others. “oh, i have a plan in mind for them, and you’re going to help me.” he wasn’t just going to slaughter them. no, that would have been far too easy, instead, he was going to do something far worse… much worse.

hellfirebound:

              ❝ i know what you’re thinking; middle of nowhere, a guy comes up to you in a very fancy suit, and he has an offer for you. not just any offer, but a great one – all you have to do is sign a paper and you can rule the world. so, tell me…what is it you want, but instead of your soul… i just want a favor. one that i can claim at any time up to and past your inevitable demise. ❞ 

                                              ky’lar richardson | prince of hell / son of blackheart

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not many people would have choices in a situation like this.      so  at  least  ross  had  that  going  for  him .      not  everyone  had  a  choice  in  death .      the  man  smirked  as  he  looked  at  his  keeper .      “  don’t  forget ,  in  death ,  you  are  free . ”      if  the  man  wanted  to  get  spiritual  or  philosophical ,  ross  could  do  that  too .      “  but  will  you  really  kill  me  if  i  don’t  comply ?      then  you  won’t  have  the  key  you’re  looking  for . ”

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ROSS WAS RIGHT.   the moment ky ended his life he’d be right back at square one.   a reason to why ending the other’s existence wasn’t on the agenda –  no,  he’d do that after he got what he wanted.     then,   he’d dispose of him in any way he saw fit. of course, that was if he even got that far.    “ no one is ever truly free –   not even in death. “ ky could have gone on to recite an old saying, but instead he moved to slam his fist into the others face. just so he could possibly move things along.