There was a reason Ky’lar avoided sleeping when if all possible. To sleep meant opening himself up to nightmares that only ended when he woke. Sometimes, he could black them out if he drunk excessively, but even then… it didn’t help much.
“And what if I refuse to wake up? What then?”
a pending moment breathed in between, pale eyes searched for the demon’s as his grasp around the appendage tightened. the metal that concealed the HORSEMAN’s hand that held dipped into the skin, making the demon couldn’t escape without cutting himself from it.
❝ —–tear me apart ?? ❞ he repeated KY’LAR’s last words with a wolfish grin that splitting DEATH’s ghost-like face in two.
with his free hand, he searched for the man’s neck. fingers pressing hard against KY’LAR’s tracheae. the gasps for breath, he hoped to feel. the quivering body struggling, he wanted to relish.
there was pain; loads of it. a reason he rarely let anyone know about that little… part of him. humans didn’t have a tail – he did, but it wasn’t something that was revealed often. usually, ky forgot about it, but… here it was. all out in the open and the rider of death was grasping it tightly.
his entire being trembled as the fingers pressed against his throat. he might not have ideally needed to breath, but ky’lar couldn’t function properly with out some sort of oxygen. a reason to why he pulled at the rider’s hands and eventually gasped for breath.
“no,” he managed to get out, but the truth of the matter was that he was indeed threatening the other. they both knew that.
“Just don’t bring attention to yourself— that’s your best bet. It usually works pretty well for me.”
“Well, I try not to have too much attention on me, but I never really can say no to taking on a whole town once in a while.” Or, in his case, ever.
she wasn’t trying to seek out her daughter, but a part of her would always be kind of hopeful that she was out there happy. most of her believed that her daughter would be waiting for her in heaven, but despite finding peace knowing that jess would be happy in eternal paradise, she felt she still deserved to live a life. all kids that died so young did.
“it’s hard to ignore… but i understand.” not to mention the winchesters had supposedly died at least three times but she still had gotten a visit from an fbi agent pretty recently. “i apologize if you have lost someone in the past to understand this a little.”
“i… got over it.” no, he didn’t. all ky did was push it to the back of his mind. thinking on the past wouldn’t help anything – all it would do was make things harder. the lives he took, the atrocities he had committed in the name of stating his urges, and even the bloodlust that was always under his skin. It was an itch, something that he couldn’t control, and all the while, he ignored any emotions that could potentially affect his judgement.
it was the best thing he could have done – maybe it was the worst, but all the same? he didn’t care – not really at least. “it was all i could do.”
“too eager to feel safe to really care about how she gets there. if it even makes sense? humans – they grow attached too easily.” he knew that there had been a couple of times when he had crossed the line with her back at stanford, forgotten the larger plan in a moment of weakness. still, she never brought it up after it happened. too concerned about the well being of tyson brady, he supposed. “so, you’re bored?”
“i’m always bored.” unless, he was doing something constructive, but even that didn’t last too long. eventually, boredom stuck once again, and he was back into his usual mood where his own urges usually took control once again. “always wanting something more,” he said bluntly. “i’ll manage… with or without her.”
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