The demoness nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. In fact, Crowley was merely a child compared to her even in age, she had been created decades before he was even a thought. However, she liked to say she aged much better than he ever could. All she wanted was him gone and for herself t take the throne, so she could finally put hell back in it’s rightful order. She wasn’t sure how long she could take watching it being flipped upsidedown, and she refused to watch him do anymore of that to it.
“Obviously, but most of them are weak. They’re nothing without him, they’re just there for show. Trust me on that one.”
“Even for show, large numbers could potentially be dangerous.”
That much was a fact; one rabid animal was one thing, but an entire group of them? That was another completely. Weak or otherwise, when they bunched together, they could quite possibly be a force, but that was only if they truly knew how to work together.
In most instances, they didn’t – not really. It wasn’t in their nature to formulate plans. The most they could do was swam and even then it was unlikely that anything would truly happen. Most demons – especially one’s for show – didn’t know how to truly fight well. They just attacked.
“It just matters on how they are taken care of and not when.”
❝‘NOT FORMALLY’ SOUNDS AS if we have but not at somewhere my staff would approve of!❞Her jest slipped easily from her lips, slickened by a glass of wine. Of course, she had never been such a place in her life, let alone since her ascension and she would likely never have to chance to visit one.❝James Richardson.❞Lips pursed for a moment, the young queen clearly recalling something, though it seemed difficult to bring to mind.❝Have I met you before?❞She was nearly certain they had not, but his words confused her just enough.
THE QUESTION ALMOST TEMPTED HIM TO TELL TRUTH, but instead, he forced out the per-usual lie. Though, the idea of lies, and truth were always blending in his mind. A lie to some wasn’t a lie to another. Sometimes, a lie could be played off as truth, and become truth it would be. So, he opted for something in-between, ❝ Perhaps, but perhaps it was someone else who looked just as beautiful- either way, the pleasure is all mine. this time around.❞
“oh? and what makes it so the universe owes you so much?” she was genuinely curious, but also assumed that he had some sort of complex. no different than anyone else, she supposed. “suits and ties are great and all that, but everyone thinks that mystery and danger are what they want in a guy. leather jacket… hell, ride up on a motorcycle and suddenly every girl around will be fanning themselves.”
“because i’m a prince of hell.” not the best explanation as to why, but not the worst either. in his mind, the universe owed him everything, but only due to the fact of his circumstances. “and i should get a new leather jacket, shouldn’t i?”
“Yeah— I don’t do suits, either. Anybody would be better than him, but I was next in line for the throne. He took that from me, so I’ll take his life from him— and the throne, while I’m at it.”
“I doubt many would like that sudden change of leadership.” Then again, he wouldn’t entirely mind it; anything was better than how things were now. Though, he would like something of his own after this… even if he doubted he’d ever truly be ready for it. “Then again, I don’t know the minds of demons. Not really at least… there is a reason I chose to avoid being down there.”
“If it’s any consolation – you’re right. Just not about me.” It may not be believed, but Ky thought it would work. At least for the time being.
“Sometimes you just have to wake up in the gutter in another country. Sometimes… that is just how it is.” Or, how it was for him when he got quite drunk.
“It’s not wise to be around me.” It was far more than a simple statement. Rather, it was a warning of sorts, and the only one he was willing to give for the moment.
Hellfirebound 