history repeated itself, over, and over, and over. blackheart’s father beat him, and now blackheart was beating ky. she made a face at him, one that read concern for him, and annoyance for his father. ‘ he shouldn’t be putting his hands on you. ‘ she put her hands down, losing them in the black of her skirts. he knew her house well — the large, haunted victorian mansion that sat on a wooded hill. ‘ there are some bandages and some antiseptic in the bathroom.. ‘
‘whatever,’ he said, rolling his eyes. he long stopped caring – they fought and then he got himself beat. if only he actually cared about training… maybe he’d have a chance, but even a chance was worth nothing when it came to his father. ‘— just need to wash up.’ he then took a deep breath and paused. ‘i’ll be fine, really.’
He had hoped his one good deed wouldn’t come back at him like it did many times before. Trying to at least protect someone (other than himself) was far more risky than he was willing to admit. Still, it wasn’t like he was doing anything – maybe starting a few fires -, but nothing substantial. So, he thought this would have been a good idea. Now? He wished he would have stayed in a close to freezing hotel room drinking a bottle of whiskey.
However, he chose to do a good action – something he now regretted. A reason to why he stated his original words. The other could leave now; if he wished (something Ky wanted), but part of him deep down would enjoy at least a brief conversation.
❝ So many questions. ❞
While Ky’lar knew there would be; the possibility of poking fun at another (even someone far more powerful than he) was always on the agenda. Still, he wasn’t going to be entirely mysterious or even rude – just enough so he could be himself and not trigger something he couldn’t weasel his way out of.
❝ Or is that sarcasm – I never can tell these days.❞
Not that he really tried at any-rate either. Then again, he doubted it really mattered – least of all for the moment.
❝ Either way? I’m a friend or an enemy – just depends on the time of day. ❞
However, he was sure to avoid mentioning where they were. If only due to the fact Ky didn’t want to bring up the specifics of being in a low-end hotel room…. essentially in the middle of nowhere.
“you sure you can handle it, ky’lar? word on the street is that you’re wrapped around a little blondie’s finger too.” though she knew he hadn’t turned his back on who he was like lucifer had. there had been a time that lucifer enjoyed his position in hell… otherwise he wouldn’t have taken so long to leave. part of her enjoyed her time here on earth, but she knew it was making her weak. helping someone else take over hell would mean she could take back her old position, perhaps move further up in the chain.
“whatever is between me and that human doesn’t affect my performance.” if he had a way to prove it, he’d do so right away, but keeping jess out of the equation was his top priority. she was simply a phase – something he’d grow out of (one way or another). “i want hell and with our dear lord lucifer gone? well, it seems someone needs to grab what’s empty.” it didn’t matter who was on the throne, ky just wanted -more- power of his own. “don’t they?”
“you’re mental if getting arrested is a goal of yours… or your’e just an example of how fucked up our prison system is.”
“i highly doubt a cell could hold me for long.” not to mention that money opened doors, but that was besides the point. “but i’ve been wrong before – several times in-fact.”
of course they wouldn’t catch it – why even would they? a deep sigh escaped his lips; his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. ❛ —- a friend, ❜ he said, letting a deep breath escape his lips, ❛ that’s all you need to know. ❜
“Unhand that medallion at once, Ky’lar.” He knew what it was the moment he laid eyes on it; a treasure recovered from a serpent goddess that took the lives of five brave Asgardian warriors with her before perishing from her wounds. “I will not ask a second time.”
A slight smirk spread across his lips as flipped the medallion over in his right hand. “You mean this?” he asked, holding it towards Thor. “It stays with me.” If it was indeed wanted by Thor, it must have meant something to the Asgardian, but as to what? Ky didn’t know as of yet, but he figured it would be revealed soon enough. “Fair is fair.. after-all.”
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