the giant ordered, his voice a menacing rumble. of course he was searching for something on earth, as did galactus himself. but if other sentient beings had no use for him, then they fell into one of two categories: F O O D or nuisance, which generally shared the same outcome: annihilation. this demon behaved in an unnecessarily reckless manner, almost as if he willingly I N V I T E D trouble in his life. and if that is what he wished for, then the cosmic entity would provide.
“how specific?”
the question was asked out of amusement rather than true clarification. the demon could have answered easily; stating the quite obvious with-out even a second’s hesitation. he just didn’t truly feel the need to – not now at least. maybe later when he chose the option to be less difficult.
❝ BUT WE ARE TALKING KINGS AND SUCCESSIONS! ❞ And not just of any kingdom either —- a fucking hell dimension. Never in her life did Felicia ever think she would be discussing the stealing of an entire kingdom with a pompous half-demon.
OH, HE KNEW EXACTLY WHERE THAT LINE WAS FROM! It would have been so easy to finish that little verse, but he had to resist. No use in breaking out in song in the middle of a very important discussion. Well, almost – he just couldn’t help himself. ❝ So prepare for a chance of a lifetime,❞ he said running a hand under her chin, ❝ Be prepared for sensational news… ❞
HIS GAZE IS STILL HARD, GLARING at the other . ross has no doubt that ky will harm him in one form or another but he isn’t scared . he hadn’t been a POW , soldier , liaison and run with the avengers for nothing . he could handle pain and torture . another thing the CIA teaches you as well . “ do what you want with me , but i don’t have what you seek . ” everett gives him a pointed stare .
IF HE WAS YOUNGER, there would have been another outcome; saying that it was fine, punching ross in the face, and tracking down other leads. of course, those day’s were long past and while it would have saved time over-all to take that secondary route… he didn’t think it was needed. “if you can’t give me what i want,” he said, moving to grab ross by the chin. “it seems you’re… disposable. doesn’t it?”
“You are well aware of what I meant.” Grant kept the gun steadily aimed at him, watching carefully. “I’m listening.” A chat? He raised his chin higher, staring him down as thoughts raced through his head. What could be possibly want to chat for?
“Am I now? See, you have to be a bit more specific,” he was about to say ‘next time’, but there was doubt that they’d be in this situation again. A reason to why he took a step forward, and then flashed a slight grin. “You can listen all you want, but the real question is if you’re even going to hear anything i say.” A pause. “More importantly, I have an offer for you, but it’s hard to say anything when you have a gun aimed at me.”
i found this while looking at google images and i’m laughing.
“Why does everyone want to fuck Thanos?”
That cutting remark sees flames engulf Blaze’s face, melting flesh with a kind of agony he could never get used to no matter how often he repeated the process. What he’d give to burn the damn contract that brought him within the sphere of the red fiend’s influence. It was an annoying mistake in a past littered with faults– but this day its mention was purely derogatory, and the addled blond is soon enough able to pull himself together again, keeping the Rider at bay.
“Trust me, if this…thing that’s inside me was a myth, I’d be a lot better off.” Perhaps his family would still be alive, but that was wishful thinking. As things currently stood, the spirit that shared living space with his very person was crying out for retribution, slashing at the walls that Johhny had erected with bony fingers and searing features. The Rider wanted nothing better than to see this man be held to account. And Blaze was finding it difficult to deny him such a wish.
To keep himself focused, he tugs abruptly on the chain, causing Ky’lar to fall face forward into the dirt, an act of humiliation designed to calm his Rider -possessed mind. “No, because I’m not a fuckin’ walking encyclopaedia of knowledge on this shit, am I?!” Johnny the fiery skeleton may possess such knowledge, but as your typical human, what bits of information he retained had its limits.
Starting over, Johnny takes a piece of the chain and wraps it around his arm, pulling himself closer to Ky’lar as he did so. It was clear that he was beginning to enjoy this arrangement a bit too much, though that could partially be explained by his shortening proximity to the half-bred, the showing of a pleasant simper a consequence of dear old Zarathos making strides in breaching the barrier that prevented his return.
“Not for much longer, you don’t!”Letting spittle fly from his mouth, Blaze’s features once more begin the gruesome act of changing, flesh dripping free to reveal the fire shrouded structure of bleached-white bone beneath. “And you can tell ‘em yourself! Because I’m gonna send you to hell!”
The act of humiliation just caused him to become far more agitated than he was before; his human form starting to twist and fade way as it revealed just what he truly was.
If he had more restraint, he might not have let his human form slip away like this, but he lacked that ability. No, it wasn’t that simple; in truth, Ky didn’t think he needed to control himself. Not when things got this personal.
He spit the dirt out of his mouth with a dark growl; not even bothering to notice that he was indeed reverting to his demon form. His family, Johnny, the Rider – it all formed in his mind as one big enemy that needed to be taken out.
However, Ky knew he couldn’t handle any of them – this much proved it as his pushed himself up slightly. Not entirely off the ground, but just so he could fully see Johnny, and try to come up with some sort of plan.
Not that a plan would do any good at this rate; he was like a chained animal. A dog that was on a leash, but given enough slack to bite. All he had to do was wait until that time to strike out – to prove that he was more than just a caged beast.
“I’m not going back!” he managed to shout out. “I like it here!”
“With a single thought, I can alert Heaven to your exact location,” Zaphkiel’s eyes were not on the demon, but rather the book in his hands. Clearly, he was more concerned with the safety of the book than the security of Heaven. Everything that happens outside the gates of the archives was someone else’s problem. This area was his jurisdiction, “I suggest you return that book to me immediately.” (@hellfirebound)
“It will be returned,” he said, taking a slight step back. “ However, not until the moment is right.” If he was honest, all he needed was a glance over of the contents, but Ky’lar always had to be stubborn. He always had to push the limits of what he was capable of and then exceed them (if possible). “Now, you’ll either let me finish what i’m doing or…I could just burn it.”
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