IT WAS UNFORTUNATE BEINGS SUCH AS THEM WERE CONFINED TO A SMALL PLACE SUCH AS THIS. Unspeakable power brimmed at their very fingertips; word of mouth enough to t o p p l e empires. “Then LEAVE.” Who were they to control where one roamed; who was a MORTAL to command a GOD? “Take something, take nothing-” An insouciant shrug; a pass of hand over whiskey. “The world’s your sandbox, pal; GO PLAY IN IT.”
“I WANT IT ALL.” a simple statement, but a truthful one at the very least. the demon wanted EVERYTHING at his fingertips. that way he wouldn’t have to WORRY about what wasn’t in his CONTROL. it was a fool hope to have that much POWER, but he just didn’t CARE either. “everything in the sandbox.”
❝ 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. ❞
“ i thought you were dead – with your father? ” well, it’s not entirely surprising like it sounds in her voice. ky’lar was never a problem to begin with but if he persists, he just might be. the empath is always on her guard no matter how raw she may appear. etching closer with crossed limbs, she studied him carefully, “ hell wasn’t comfortable for you or you escaped? ” she doesn’t mean to jest but frankly, she curious to know why was he coming around her place.
“ let’s just say death doesn’t seem to agree with me. ” not even when he had been actively trying to achieve it. no, living seemed to be his fate – for now at least. still, he might have despised it at times, but it had it’s moments… more or less. “ as for hell, ” he said trailing off for a few moments. “ i’m not going back there .” he never would if he had a choice in the matter, but as with most things… he never did necessarily have a real choice. it was usually made for him one way or another.
The sight of Ky’s human appearance is less comforting than it should be in any usual situation. But this mess (he refused to consider it confinement, at least at this point in time), had deviated from normal the moment Mephisto had gotten his wish, capturing both troublesome birds with the one, clawed hand.
“What home? It has been months since I last beheld Asgardia’s spires with mine own eyes.” Tone rich with bitterness, the blond pushed off of his knees to rise slowly, gaze narrowed on the volitile half-breed at all times. “I’d sooner find this depiction of Hel to be a more comfortable sight than that floating expanse of egocentrics.”
Realising that he was getting carried away, the fallen god frowns angrily, his resentment towards the gods leaving a better taste in his mouth. But even if he had still thought of them as trustworthy, they could offer him no aid here, so immersed in the devil’s realm that he was. He was, more or less, on his own.
Remarkably though, despite his agitated mood, the mention of the bifrost warrants a crude chuckle, sharp and without humour. “Are you quite finished prattling yet?” Jaded, the Odinson tired quickly of Ky’s usual witticisms, seeing past his back-talking routine to spy the struggle of the self that he fought so desperately to win.
“You are impaired, son of Blackheart.” He dared to move closer, but was prevented by the tug of heavy chains dragging at his wrists and neck. Teeth flashing disapprovingly over this, he overcomes this setback by continuing with: “Take to your bed and do rest for a moment. I need not to spend any more time at this juncture entertaining abominations like your kind.”
his fingers twitched at the very notion of being impaired. it was true, ky wasn’t thinking clearly ( or as clear as he could most days ), and it was showing. that other part of him was itching to get out – to rip the other apart.
every part of him was itching to be released; he could feel it, the feral urges just becoming too much to resist. it would be so simple to shift into his true glory – to shed his mortal form.
oh, he could practically taste just how good it would feel to stop resisting who he was – to actually let himself fall into whatever darkness was on the other-side of letting go.
all he had to do was let time takes it’s course – all he really had to do was to stop resisting.
“like my kind?” a grin started to spread across his lips. “you don’t have an idea of what i can do. especially here… especially when i decide to let go.” just like he was doing as he moved to grip thor’s chin as tightly. “especially when i decide to rip you apart piece by piece!”
Abel asked himself his own question daily. He wanted to be someone he could stand himself. It drove the choices he made. The day he stopped asking himself that, he knew he’d be in trouble of losing himself. “I tend to believe it does.”
“no one is gifted with the ability to do exactly what they want. habits form, they get comfortable, and changing them becomes unnecessary.” a short two second pause as he took a step closer. “so, in truth, it doesn’t matter – i can’t change who – or what i am. so why try?”
The words alone made him boil with anger, and by the Allgods did he try to explode. “Besides the obvious?” And angry expression slowly began to turn into a menacing grin. “Many things. Starting from chaining you up, restricting your every moment before inflicting pain onto you over and over again, breaking your bones, healing all of it and start from the beginning. Because that is what the bastard did to me!”
Loki froze then, realizing he had stepped over the line, gave too much information. But what did it matter. If the man in front of him was tied to Thanos anyway, he probably knew about it already. “Oh they matter.” The trickster spoke once calmed down. “You have come to a bad place to watch what Thanos did. Many here would skin you alive if they knew you are here.”
“truth be told, they would skin me alive for many other reasons.” that much was clear in his mind. if this was one of his bad days – he may have just let them. more so to see what they would do when given the opportunity to do such a thing. though, not many humans would go through with it. not in his experience at least.
“thanos just happens to be one out of a long line.” though, if he was being honest, his little involvement with the titan was one of the worst deals he’d ever gotten pulled into. though, it didn’t exactly top the charts in his mind. “a very long line.”
“even so,” his hands slipped into his pockets, “i can’t change the past – i don’t think anyone truly has that power. not anymore.”
“you wanted to save one life; a noble gesture.” even ky could respect that little bit of information. still, just due to the fact he respected it… didn’t mean he liked it. nor did he approve of such a thing.
stephen should have not interfered with his little game. it was one that ended far too soon. not that it mattered to him – one game was the same as any others. just as long as he got the prize at the very end.
“however, a truly misplacedone.” more or less – he just didn’t like interruptions. of any sort to his amusement. a reason to why he decided to issue a true threat… one he’d go through with if pushed too far, but the likely hood of actually doing so was quite low.
“ —- the next time you do so… you’ll find your skin ripped off piece by piece.
“ In that case I’ll be sure to pack you off somewhere TOASTY.” After all, there’s little satisfaction to be gained in enacting such threats unless the optimal discomfort is achieved. It’s a pleasing thought but regrettably ( and yet, thankfully ) the PEST relents. A single brow raises passively at his declaration; what is he expecting? Sympathy? Help? A confidant? The Sanctum’s guardian is rather skeptical that he’s the man for the job.“ Well maybe you’d have LESS if you stopped threatening to break people’s toys. No one likes a bully.”
“no one likes a n y o n e or anything. not truly; humans might be able to RELATE in some level to one another, but take away their filters, and they become even WORSE than MY kind.” on most days at least. though, talking about humanity WASN’T the reason to why he was here, but since he was at it? might as well take the proverbial door that was OPENED. “you send me someplace TOASTY and someone will get ANGRY – so, to save us ALL the bloody trouble? you stop RUINING my little bit of FUN!”
Dean slid onto the bar stool, not entirely surprised to see a somewhat familiar face. How often had he had run ins with Ky’lar after all? The top of his beer bottle made a satisfying pop as it was pulled from his lips after he took a long pull. Pretending to look over the label, Dean hummed in the back of his throat. “We got to stop meeting like this,” he joked, finally throwing Ky’lar a glance. “People are starting to wonder. So…what’s the deal, man? You here for a reason or did you just know I’d pop my handsome face in here?”
“everyone shows up here eventually,” he said, taking a drink from the bottle of whiskey he had. “not to mention there’s a crossroads near.” not that ky was here for that, but he was pointing out a little fact – one that could justify why he was here in all reality. “you put a bar, a demon, and that road together,” he took another drink. “tell me what you get.” of course, it was nice to see dean again, but he wouldn’t admit it.
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