❝ – wait. you killed them, didn’t you? ❞ for the most part, he tried to keep his existence under wraps. working a human job where his power could come in handy, saving not only the people in danger but the firefighters alongside him. it was subtle enough that it seemed that they got lucky or things weren’t as bad as they seemed to be. sometimes he would find someone random to help out, which he wished he could do more. but becoming a magic healer was something that drew too much attention to him and he would guess that would quickly put him six feet under.
❝ – why – why would you do that? ❞
“if we’re being entirely honest, i don’t need to explain myself to you period.” maybe he should have kept his tongue in check; clipped his words before adding the last bit in with acid venom dripping from his lips. ky was in a mood where he didn’t want to be questioned; it didn’t matter who it was nor what they could do. he just didn’t care. “now, if you don’t want to join them… you’ll stop with the stupid questions.”
Odin could hardly blame the boy for his want to return to the past, and had made his peace with the fact that he may always harbor such a desire. Thus, he decides to tolerate the boy’s claimed wish for the time being, grey-blue gaze sympathetic as he settles a large hand on Ky’s small shoulder. “Continue to repeat such to yourself, boy, and you will know what madness is.” Repetition wouldn’t benefit his future heir, but the All-Father knew that this matter required a delicate approach.What Frigga would say in a time like this, he wasn’t sure, and missed her presence more with each day that passed.
As a spoil of war, the Black one’s son was a valuable bargaining chip; and old Wotan would plainly refuse to let him slip from his sight. Judging a change in scenery to be required, he steps back from Ky to grant him some space, proposing a new suggestion. “But let’s not waste time on sorrows felt. There is much work to be done if we are to make a king of you one day, young prince. Are you sufficiently prepared for such an undertaking?”
It was more than just a simple desire; it was a longing to go back to the one place he knew. The one place that he could truly call home; a falsehood that he knew more than likely wasn’t true. Even now, he was getting used to his surroundings, but it wasn’t something he could outright admit. Maybe when he knew the true feeling or even word he could, but for now, he didn’t even know if saying anything else was a good idea. Every fiber of his being pleaded – no, it begged for him to come back to that dark realm. It was not just an escape, but it was, in his mind (at least for the moment) the one place where he didn’t feel so out of place. However, he ignored every word said by Odin. Not paying attention as his hands formed into tight fists; his anger that rarely showed (so far) starting to come to the surface. “Take… me… back,” the boy said, barely able to speak as his fingers dug into the palms of his hands. “Or they will get you.” By they, usually the Demons who protected him and – were now dead-, but Ky didn’t know that.
Then again, he didn’t really know what he was doing either… being away from the other Realm was slowly starting to change him. For the firs time, Ky was starting to obtain a clear head; an individual personality, but it would take ages for it to fully develop. “I want to go back.” A pause. “I want…” And then he trailed off in silence as he shifted his gaze to the ground.
“the only way i’d ever make it a challenge is if i wanted you dead.” a pause. “i don’t by the way, but that could be changed.”
Mad was one way to put it. Ky had forcefully pinned Norrin to the wall with as much force as possible. An assault that consisted of one single kiss. He wanted to go on; to actually give several, but as he was forced away, he came to his senses ( in a way ).
“Does it matter?” he asked, moving the back of his hand to rub at his mouth. “He’s going to find out about it anyways. Might as well make it worth while, Norrin.”
“Perhaps ….” She doesn’t mean to sigh at him so heavily, idly hand pushing her hair out of her face as she watches him. She hated it, sometimes. How he never really answered her questions. Or how – when he did – the answers never really seemed complete. Or too convenient. “Ky, you’re not – obligated to care, just because I do. That wouldn’t be fair, on my part.”
He cared, he really did, but deep down he knew it was a mistake. She was means to an end; to obtain the house, get what he wanted, and possibly trigger an apocalypse of some kind. It would have been so easy just to dispose of her before he started developing them, but now? now, he had trouble doing just that.”Would it?” He asked, his right hand moving to run through her hair. “It doesn’t seem… too far of a stretch to at least try…. even for me.”
To be required to bend the knee to Ky’lar was a fierce prospect to entertain. Thor felt an atavistic chill at the very thought of it, but was also bemused by it. The order of succession should’ve put him or his other siblings in line to claim the throne once Odin abdicated his position as king and All-Father well before the half-breed had his turn. Such had at least been the case in the centuries prior to their family growing by a total of one, anyway.
He’d need to find Odin and ask what had changed.
“Nay, Ky’lar, you speak falsely.” Clearly not sold on the lie so tentatively floated his way, the blond pulls tightly on the reins that held his furious feelings in check, possessing enough sense to not cause a scene in the court of his new liege. The throne was his birthright, and whilst the debate as for why he should be seated upon it instead of a demon’s son had yet to be waged, Thor kept his tone terse, voice rising only for emphasis.
“My people would be better off without you acting as their king. This mess has the sulphurous stench of Mephisto’s doing about it. Do correct me if I am wrong in this assumption.”
“Do you truly believe that, brother?” His voice was acidic as he leaned forward. “I speak the truth, if I had the power to do so right now, I would hand it over to you, but… we both know who I answer to.” Mephisto, the unspoken truth that he’d never admit – not directly at least.
Thor was right though, this all had to do with him, and there was doubt that it would ever change. If Ky attempted to put things back to the way they should have been, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d be stopped. Maybe it would be by force or maybe Mephisto would even send someone else in to ‘correct’ his behavior.
Either option wasn’t something he wanted to explore. Nor did he feel it was entirely necessary to explore such measures. “If,” he said bluntly, “and that is a big if, he had any part in this… i’d tell you.” No, he wouldn’t. Maybe a while ago, a good long while ago, but now? No, Ky’lar wouldn’t reveal that information to Thor. No matter how hard he tried to extract it.
“As it stands, I stay where i am… until such a time changes.”
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. even with that prevailing thought in the back of his mind that he wants ky’lar to win ( if only not to feel PERSONALLY RESPONSIBLE for bringing his friend in and caging him with whatever means necessary to prevent such mass casualty again ) bobby knows he can’t waste time. the terms are laid out and the icy mutant gives a short nod of assent. he’s looking to immobilize ky, knock him out if he has to, but they’re pretty evenly matched.
IT WON’T BE AN EASY FIGHT.
lips press together and he gathers the condensation in the air, funneling it into a blast of ice directed right at his friend’s feet. if he can freeze him in place, even for a little while, it gives him more opportunity to strike the finishing blow.
IT NEVER WOULD BE AN EASY FIGHT.
even when they used to train, ky had warned bobby OVER AND OVER AGAIN about what could happen, and how he could lose control of himself. back then, his abilities were only able to be used when he was angry, and EVERY LITTLE THING set him into a spiral of pure unrestrained HATRED.
over the years, he had learned to EMBRACE that part of him to keep it untamed and ready to strike at any given time. ready, to be unleashed at the first person who -in his mind- deserved it. for the moment, that was – someone who he could consider . – a friend. all he had to do was time everything just right and he could end it quickly.
he knew how bobby fought or used to fight at least. knew that it was going to be a game of speed on the part of them both. a reason to why he moved as quickly as he could forward; hoping to not just escape the blast, but also close the distance between them.
❝ is that… all you got? ❞ maybe it wasn’t the best thing to say, but truth be told he didn’t care at the moment. ❝ maybe you need to go back to school. ❞ ironic since it was ky who should have stayed there longer, but none the less, he wasn’t going to do anything drastic… at least to bobby.
❝ or maybe, ❞ he said, moving to send a fist towards his friends chest, ❝ you should clean up after me like the old days. ❞
He strains to listen as Ky fights with his words, jotting down mental note after mental note in regards to the child’s behavior, mannerisms and, surprisingly, sullenness. At first he thought all demons to be born reckless and raging, a hazard to any who had the unfortunate luck to cross their paths. But such proclivities weren’t seen in this one. Perhaps it was his humanity keeping him in check? Odin could only speculate at this early juncture. “Do not lie, child. You are clearly far from any conceivable definition of ‘fine’.” Insomuch as wellness could be lent definition, anyway.
“And this fact bothers you, yes?” It was hardly surprising. Those kept in terrible places would long to return to such habitats if removed from them. He’d have a difficult time trying to convince Ky’lar that being constantly beneath Mephisto’s thumb was no life at all, and would go so far as to show him such should he be granted permission to do so. “Would you rather I return you to the sulfurous pits where thence I plucked your writhing, fragile form from its latest torment, hmm?”
Lying wasn’t what he intended, but idea of the word was still foreign to him. More specifically, he didn’t even know what lying meant. It was all still new; until that moment, all he had done was spend time alone in Mephisto’s realm, and his focus had been on staying out of trouble. His training was going to begin soon, but for now, or so he was told at least, Ky needed to stay out of the way. After-all, they were in the middle of a War, and while he didn’t know exactly what that meant… what he did know was that it was bloody.
If Ky was being honest, he wanted to go back; to be where he knew things. To where he didn’t have to talk and he could just watch. It was, a term he had just learned; lonely. He just didn’t think that it mattered. Not when it was the only place he knew until that time. “Yes,” he finally said, eyes shifting towards the ground. “It… bothers me.” However, he didn’t say the part that he was thinking; that he’d be fine. He’d deal with it… something that he’d heard before when Mephisto and Blackheart were arguing one day. “I’ll be fine.” No, he wouldn’t, not even close, but he didn’t – no, he couldn’t voice his true thoughts on the matter. All he could do was try to hide his fear and hope this was just a bad dream. That he’d wake up back home where he didn’t feel… so out of place (even though deep down Ky knew that he was the only one out of place there).
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