“and here i thought the term was universally known known – or did you lose common sense for being down there so long?”
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Cue green hues giving a dramatic roll, “You and I both know you are far from human and adding a few generations to it actually doesn’t help the human timeline criteria.”
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“If it looks like a human, talks like a human, and smells like a human?” he grinned. “Looks like it would be one – don’t you think?” While the assumption wasn’t accurate, for the time being, Ky would hold himself to his own statements – if only due to the fact he was amuses. “Besides, i’m not a threat – I even pay taxes.”
The reality of the situation was Ky couldn’t predict what the response from Charles would be. Admitting the truth -in any situation- was dangerous, but there were specific times that it was needed. This was one of those rare times. If he didn’t at least acknowledge the situation for what it was, there was a high like likelihood that some miscommunication could potentially arise. It was to that reason he knew there was only a few possible options. Declaring he didn’t trust the other was simply tactics – so Charles would know the truth… even though Ky knew he most likely didn’t have to speak it for the other to know in some way.
“If we’re being honest, I don’t think I ever can.” There was a slight possibility, but even Ky knew that it was slim. He didn’t need to trust someone like him. Not now… not when it would only make things worse. “All I want is control – nothing else.”
THEY WERE TEMPTED NEARLY TO CORRECT HIM. they served hell! lucifer! all the REAL, pretty greater demons. not this cheap knock off PRETENDING to be one of them and orgasming pathetically to the fake power trip. “of course,” the demon said with a honey smile and bat of their eyelashes. he loved to bring it up! whenever he could! how could they ever forget? but they bit their tongue.
“but…” they struggled to contain their glee. “this reminds me.” anything to be an inconvenience. ANYTHING. “i found a few dozen contracts filed improperly…. that you need to sign off on.” one by one.
LIPS PRESSED INTO A THIN-LINE at the final statement. they were already on thin-ice. now, it seemed that they PUSHED themselves over the edge. did they really expect ky to sign off on IMPROPER filed contracts? that was what someone far LOWER than him would do; maybe someone who had time to look over every bit of the contract. not ky’lar. not right now.
“remind someone else.” instead of elaborating on who they should find, ky decided to make a motion with his hands; pointing behind them. “you know, someone who ACTUALLY cares.”
* A GRUNT OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT is made as nero listens. eyebrow cocked and eyes cloaked in thought before he chuckles. ❛ you’re using my brother for power. kill one of the eldest hellhounds , one who also defied you. and boom the throne is yours. my my you are duplicitous. ❜ nero had seen the ploy many times to identify it. after all everyone targetted the hounds for power.
IT WASN’T THAT EASY. never would be in his mind. what he had against the other was far more personal. if it was simply business, he’d do it when he was ready, but unfortunately for them… this was far more personal. ❛ look at that; you think the world revolves around him – such a single track mind hound you are! maybe we should do something about that, yes? ❜
“I THOUGHT THEY WOULD have come up with something a little more creative.”
“YOU REALLY THOUGHT THAT?” eyes rolled at his own comment. “creative or otherwise, they seem to lack real creative insight. i believe we should change that, don’t you?”
It had always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark places all over the world until the time when the great priest Cthulhu, from his dark house in the mighty city of R’lyeh under the waters, should rise and bring the earth again beneath his sway. Some day he would call, when the stars were ready, and the secret cult would always be waiting to liberate him. Meanwhile no more must be told. There was a secret which even torture could not extract. Not even about the one who would bring it all… the herald.
who knew a gift held such a POWER, one that could compel the mightiest of all to knees… when was last he fed, he thought to himself as his body obeyed to the OFFERING. when was last he felt the rush of liquid life as he tore through flesh with a single powerful bite.
DRACULA was perhaps mostly known for his UNMEASURED CHAOS through his need to kill in order to survive. a MONSTER in the eyes of the living. however, these humans killed cattle and poultry. they are what they eat.
A N I M A L S.
the room grew quiet with the absence of speech but VLAD could hear the beat, one he could easily waltz to its slow steady rhythm. helplessly, he took a step forward and then a second soon to be followed with a third at the sound of the pulse, biting the insides of his cheeks to refrain from showing visible desperation.
the vampire reached for KY’LAR almost clawing at the man’s attire as he clung to it. he licked at his lips as he watched the carotid pump with transfixed interest. « —–i always WONDERED what you taste like. bitter? sweet? a mix of both… you never go simple, my dear KY’LAR. » soft spoken words was brought up closer to the demon’s ear, a low whisper through clenched fangs. he smiled then and pressed his nose firmly against the pulsing vein to take in the scent. EXQUISITE was but a shadow to what came next as he latched on KY’LAR’s throat and broke skin with sharp teeth.
he could almost feel the warmth of the drips run down his chin and throat, the first burst, the flow of spewing vital fluid. knees nearly buckling, he held onto the other man, grasp inhumanly strong as a moan escaped his own throat.
the blood was a LUSCIOUS flavor, one he never experienced before. there was something… anger, rage, devotion... he craved MORE and MORE…
the CHOICE was made. there was no BACKING out of it now. ky may not have known EVERYTHING about what he was doing, but he TRUSTED vlad enough to NOT take this for anything more than what it was. it was an OFFERING – one that he’d set his mind on the MOMENT he became comfortable around the vampire.
a RARITY at it’s finest that ky ever let his guard down. even more to the point that if this went DECENTLY, he’d agree to this to happen on a REGULAR basis. not out of a KINDNESS – no, ky was NEVER and would NEVER be kind, but as appreciation of sorts. one, that he’d show as many times as NEEDED. if only due to the fact vlad was one of the few people he TRUSTED above all else.
TRUST that would be proven in the moments to come. SILENCE – pure silence was a rarity. something that OCCURRED on those slight occasions where patience was in order. patience that sometimes WASN’T wanted and yet there was ANTICIPATION for just what vlad would do.
a moment passed, another, and then another. the silence was only BROKEN by the question; what did he taste like? ky DIDN’T know, but he figured they both would find out the moment the the fangs punctured his flesh.
his entire body flinched as vlad latched onto his throat. it only lasted a second, but there was a true amount of PANIC in those first few moments, panic that subsided as he heard the sounds, and feeling the physical contact of vlad CLINGING to him.
it was an UNNERVING feeling that caused him to shift from ABSOLUTE panic to a calm FLOW of ease. an ease that lasted for a good few moments before it once again SHIFTED into something else. it was DISTANCE– not just from the vlad, but from the reality of the situation as he let himself RELAX. he put his absolute trust and unwavering TRUST in the vampire for the time being.