truth be told, he failed to see why he should have specifically cared about it. wizards or otherwise, ky thought he was right ( even more so in this ) so what if he embarrassed her? he didn’t see why it mattered at all really. “i fail to see the point.”
Parting with ill-meaning term after another, the blond’s choice in vocabulary was decisively poor, luring out into the open the face of the same primal urges he had at so many times in their shared past mocked for forming part of his makeup. For simply being the offspring of a demon, a species that by design no angel nor divine being tolerated.
But what was said could never be taken back, and for his hubris, the fallen thunderer is fed a clubbing blow, jolting his teeth as they rattled in his jaw. For a time– a few seconds perhaps– a numbing sensation took hold, pinpricks of acute soreness sending his thoughts into turmoil from their screamed complaints. At least nothing was broken.
“What makes you believe that a single blow would be enough? That these chains would hold me fast?” To make known his point, the Odinson pulled on his restraints until they reached their full length and then increased their strength. All things had their limits, as did chains formed in the pits of a fiery hell. And he would try desperately to uncover the weak link in the bunch.
“Do not bank on it!” Letting ripping with a good portion of his strength, the blond brandishes his fist and launches it at the transforming Ky in a downwards thrust. Whether it be head or back of neck or otherwise, he didn’t care: as long as it thwarted the boy’s devolution into a monster.
Though, something tells him he was already too late.
if he was in a better mind-set, maybe he could have resisted the transformation; to keep fast the mortal form he clung to. though, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with thor in the usual of ways; fighting with his fists could get him far. yet, his true form would get him further – much more further here than anywhere else. even if he was playing right into mephisto’s hands.
a deep snarl escaped his lips shortly before he was slammed in the head by the other’s strength. for a moment, maybe two there was no noise from him.. as whatever portion of morality he had left… was quickly fading.
that much was quite clear as his head lifted; eyes narrowing right on thor as he lunged forward. no words, no second thoughts on the matter at all, but rather pure feral rage. one, that ky knew many times before, but for now… everything that made ky himself ( besides his rage ) was pushed to the dark recesses of his mind.
no room for talking, no room for petty emotions to get in the way; just a monster that could be considered a child in all instances. that was what he was anyways. a child. a boy who barely had any control over himself. take away that facade of normalcy and humanity – strip away what he clung to and all ky ended up being was an untrained monster. a mistake.
for once ky was being truthful; he didn’t ask for anything. not to be born, not to have these abilities, and not to be in this situation. what he did ask for was a chance. several chances really. each time that he squandered. sometimes it was due to the fact he didn’t want to change, but most of the time it was due to the fact he didn’t see the opportunity before him. either way, he didn’t feel that his own version of change was important. he wanted more – always had and while he didn’t ask for anything? he was going to ask bobby to let him go. he could have asked to help him, but he wasn’t ready for it – not yet. not anytime soon if he was being completely honest with himself.
❝ then we make it look real, ❞ he said, hands forming into tight fists. ❝ we make it look very really. if you lose? i walk away. ❞ ky then took a step closer. ❝ if you win? well, i expect you to do what’s necessary. ❞
once upon a time, he could have answered with a yes truthfully, but those days were long past. ky’lar had made a choice – several choices really- and each time he went down a darker road than before. if there was a chance to turn back, he didn’t see it, and most of the time he didn’t want to take it. no, they were always going to be on opposing sides.
❝ if it came down to it? yes, i would. ❞ though, more than likely not. even ky knew how quickly things could get out of hand. still, he missed his friend. ❝ with-out hesitation. ❞
❝ 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. ❞
Softly an eyebrow lifts, concealed beneath the skull mask covering her upper features. For a moment, he receives nothing but a blank look at that comment. The edges of her lips tug downward ever so slightly, “Do you always assume things people say are about you.” flat and unimpressed.
“I put my hand in something..” Jezebel lifts her hand, revealing a rather disgusting slime trailing between her fingers.
“because they usually are,” he said, not even bothering to give her a second glance. “especially when i stick around someone for too long” if he wanted to, he could leave, and never look back, but here he was… still trying to be decent. though, it was quite clear he was failing at it.
“— you can wash it off you know. not that hard.”
In his view, the humans were fighting a losing battle. They were less than the neanderthals that competed with them in the evolutionary race, took steps back rather than forward to better themselves by doing all that was in their power to ruin everything they touched. He disliked it and so did his father – long may he rest in Valhalla. “They are truly a wretched sort, but it does not have to be this way forever. I will save these dullards from the traps they had laid for themselves – through forcefulmeans, if necessary.”
“doubtful – they’ll find a way to fight against any change. hell, they might even make themselves worse off in the process.” not that he cared too much about humans. he was just stating his own assumptions ( that he considered fact ) in the situation. “that is just what they do; lie, fight, murder, and destroy themselves.” a pause. “that is humanity — and most of them would say i’m worse.”
The reaper was sitting hunched forward in her chair, elbow resting on the table in front of her, her chin in her hand. “Do you think any kids playing around with a ouija board have actually accidentally summoned a demon?” She knew the stupid games kids played at slumber parties were mostly bullshit; but she couldn’t sleep the night before and ended up watching some ridiculous ghost hunting show. She figured, who better to ask?
“i’d say whoever answers those calls has to be bored of of their mind.” or quite possibly… a lower-level demon trying to get their kicks with some sort of mild amusement. not that ky had ever done something like that, but then again, he saw it as below him. more so than a simple deal made just so a kid can have a date for a insignificant dance. “more or less.” he gave a shrug. “any self-respecting demon wouldn’t do shit like that.”
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