facing the fallout wasn’t something he was good at. hadn’t learned the taste of humility for the countless times it’d been shoved down his throat. hadn’t adjusted to the feeling of loose teeth or that swell of blood pushing d o w n on his tongue. but that didn’t mean brock couldn’t needle around for the fragments of his pride enough to grin through that order he’d fallen into. up off of knees he’d been forced to drop down on … stood with squared shoulders and enough tension to say the fight was still there, simmering, ready to become a PROBLEM, given the opportunity. to pick a second fight with the same stranger. better his odds for having weighted experience, now. for which fist he favored and the sneaky tricks up his sleeves. the wideness of his maw and how, at times, he admit he’d felt something close to fear scaled up his spine. alarm in the rungs of his rib cage, unsurprised for the unnatural presence opposing him, but unable to combat it, all the same. too familiar a fist fight with a righteous man. that impact that said there’d be worse to come if he struggled. and, oh how he looked forward to that. “ so what now ? ” curiosity shadowed by the mockery of a predator unwittingly trapped. what now because there’d be more. there was always more. from him. from those who’d come after him. the drones that flew to the hive on instinct. “ all this pussy – footin ’ is cute but i’d rather get my jaw broke than watch you stall. ”
“a broken jaw will heal,” he said, taking a step forward, “what i have planned won’t repair itself so easily.” talking could have been done; words issued to defuse the situation. to get away clean, but when was ky ever clean? maybe once, a lifetime ago for some, and recent history to others. still, there was the point of what exactly to do; giving into the other’s so-called wishes would only serve to hinder his own plans (in a slight way). not doing so, could make the situation he found himself in worse. if he was going to put the other in their place, he’d do so with his own sense of flair, and style. suffice to say, he’d do it his own way. “now, you have two options.” ky almost said more – almost, but at the last moment he slammed his right fist forward. right into rumlow’s jaw. it was just a taste, but one he’d give over, and over again if needed.“you can see option one,” ky said calmly. “shall we try another?” he was about to say that he could do it all day – something he could very easily do. at the same time, however, he didn’t think it was ultimately needed.
“she’s turned you into a big ole softie hasn’t she?” he knew that wasn’t entirely true, saying it purely to get him going a little bit. “she’s got a true talent for that, i suppose. a great choice, after all.” sam and jess’s relationship hadn’t always been smooth sailing, but he had been there with what they probably considered sound advice when they needed it.
“she’s turned me into nothing!” maybe he shouldn’t have raised his voice, but at the same time, he doubted that it truly mattered. “i’m not going soft for her, nor,” his voice raised even higher, “do you even assume that i’ve turned soft towards anyone. i may only be half a demon, but i assure you… i can send you to the darkest parts of hell, and you’ll never be heard from again. do you understand?”
The reaper just rolled her eyes, a small amused smile on her face. “Well, neither do I, but still enjoy it. You still can, right?”
“There is a difference between can and willing to,” he said pointedly. “I don’t need to eat and I avoid it when all possible.”
“i’ve only heard small things about your past, so i don’t know what there is to talk about.” but she also knew that it wasn’t good to keep everything bottled up. ky had become the way he was for a reason, emotions that she was sure he hadn’t dealt with in the right ways. she had also learned that pushing people to talk about it usually pushed them in the opposite direction, so she made peace with being in the dark until and if he wanted to talk about anything.
“and it’s rude to ask, isn’t it? think we were past the small talk stage of our relationship from the second you walked up to me.” there wasn’t a moment where she felt like they would casually open up about their families. though her checking up on hers at least four times a year wouldn’t go unnoticed by him. “we all got our own shit… and we have no obligation to talk to others about it.”
“it’s only rude to humans,” he said, arms folding across his chest. “asking may get you an answer, but if it’s truth or otherwise? well, that’s up for debate.” at least in his mind. the truth could be changed or even altered until it became unrecognizable. his own past, for what he knew of it, was in tatters, and he pieced together everything in a way he saw fit.
for the point of it being accurate or otherwise could be debatable but he doubted the entire truth would ever come out. if it ever did, he’d deal with it, and yet… what was truth to someone who could easily make his own? either way, a slight grin pulled at his lips for a few moments. “If you wanted to know… all you had to do was mention it.”
Now that was a simpler answer and one he could use to get something out of it. Vico gave a lopsided smirk and then nodded at the demon. “The book shall be easy to find with magic, ” he explained. “I deal with natural magic, so finding where on earth is located shall be of no trouble. But I will need your help: an image, a page, a description or the contents are necessary for me to cast the spell. It shall be of no problem to you.” Vico then stared at the man with his big clear eyes and then cocked his head to the side. “As for fighting an enemy bigger than you, I also got a solution,but I am not sure you’d like it.” The witch took a pause to analyze how far the other would go with his own plan. “Ever heard of familiar demons?”
“i can handle myself,” he had done so many times before and had no doubt he’d be able to do so again. he didn’t want nor needed anyone else getting involved. it would only backfire in his face and it was to that reason he wanted -no, he needed to be alone on this. more importantly, he wasn’t going to make any sort of deals that could turn out worse for him in the long run. this was his own burden and be damned if he wasn’t going to do this his own way. “i don’t need anything else than what i’m looking for. you can be assured of that.”
“Nope! this is my job, sorry, Mister. I’ll be.. out of your hair now.” Can he make it out of this in one piece? Maybe. Billy tucks the phone away and gives a sheepish smile.
“And your job is taking photos of everyone – with out their consent?” Not that Ky minded – not at the moment at least, but the question ( for what it was ) still was posed all the same.
A trail of fire lights up a barren stretch of land, the intended destination after spending several long hours burning hellfire infused rubber on the open road. Gloved hand clutching the handlebar, he keeps the bike on a steady path, leaning into the breeze whilst letting his opposite arm extended, fingers wrapped tightly on a coil of chain that drags his reason for being here behind him.
This continued for a few more miles across the shrub strewn wasteland, until the leather-clad rider banks sharply, turning the bike with a twist of the brake, back wheel dredging up earth and stones as all gained momentum was lost. Having stopped, he swings the hand holding the chain overhead, chucking it and the man restrained by it to the dirt, little care given for the harshness of the toss, still holding the length of chain like a dog leash.
Getting off the bike, alightened features are quenched by the reemergence of flesh, the haunting visage of the spirit swapped for the human cursed to house his essence. He admits it is a foolish move, to force such a reversion, with a great deal of willpower alone needed to keep the vengeance essence of Zarathos from putting in another appearance so shown, but stubbornness demanded he treat this confrontation devoid of demonic features.
After all, it was seldom that he was afforded an opportunity to hold leverage over his most hated enemy, the very devil that answered his desperate prayer and cursed him with a face of fire. He wasn’t going to botch this chance.
“Up and at ‘em, kid! I got plenty of questions that need answerin’, and not a lotta time to spare, so unless havin’ your soul bein’ incinerated sounds appealing to ya, I advise ya to sit up, shut up and listen to every damned thing that I gotta say!” Were it all but bluster, Blaze would’ve added a touch more flare to his act. He was a showman at heart, after all, but in this case his words rang true; he could feel the Rider stirring beneath the surface, trying its best to get free and deal with the sinful descendant of his greatest enemy. Should the blond come across as crabby, he wasn’t about to start offering any apologies.
“Feel free to nod if you got all that memorised.”
Every fiber of his being wanted to rip Blaze apart. He already could feel the unending itch to shift into his true form. Something, he’d been trying to avoid for weeks, but surely he could let up his resistance in this case. Surely, it wouldn’t do too much harm.
However, he wasn’t going to go down that path – not yet at least. He’d wait to see what the biker was going to say. Only then, he’d formulate a real plan to get out of this bind.
From what he knew, this was Rider of some sort; he’d heard about them, but he didn’t know very much more than ultimately knowing it was a bad sign. Well, a very bad sign at the moment since this took his already shitty day, and made it ten times worse.
He rubbed at his lips with the back of his hand a few moments after he hit the ground. Not even caring that he was on his own in this. Yet, he didn’t voice his ‘usual’ bout about how his father would ‘take care’ of him – no, even Ky knew this wasn’t something he could just boast his way out of.
So, he spit some blood out of his mouth, and gave a nod. It wasn’t like he could do anything else for the time being and he wasn’t going to risk ‘mouthing off’ to someone that had already taken him this far. Clearly even the Son of Blackheart had some (very slight) respect for power andability.
i did some drafts today, but not what i wanted. in the morning / a few hours is my meeting and then maybe i’ll be able to do something after it.
Hellfirebound 