a
part of him had always known that this conversation wasn’t going to
end with them returning to the helicarrier for the conversation that
needed to happen. something told him shield knew that and was why
they’d sent him out in the first place; they needed someone stubborn
to get him to come in on his terms and not theirs. except they’d left
out the part that he wasn’t dealing with someone he was used to
dealing with. there had already been too much blood shed given the
body still sitting in the alley and he wasn’t going to let things get
out of hand. unfortunately, steve didn’t think containing this
disaster was in the realm of possibilities.
of
course, there was always dragging him in. it wouldn’t be the first
time that he’d done such a thing. usually their enemies gave up long
before he had to drag them in but this kid refused. he knew; he knew
and it wouldn’t matter how long he ignored the inevitable he knew
that things were only going to get worse. it didn’t matter how long
he tried to avoid it, steve knew that this kid was only going to come
in through violence. and he hated himself for it. this wasn’t how he
wanted things to go and yet the kid was right; things were going to
get ugly.
“they
don’t have to.” in all his years working for shield he knew just
what they would do if they got their hands on this kid. even though
his mission was to bring him in, he couldn’t. not when the world
would only see him turned against their enemies. and it was a life
that no one deserved. steve would pay for this but it was a price he
was willing to pay to make certain that shield couldn’t turn this
into another situation where they had the upper hand in a situation.
but what other choice did he have? what could he do that wouldn’t
make the situation worse?
nothing.
if he dragged the kid in shield would make certain he got lost in the
system. he may not have agreed to his methods but neither could he
agree with the way shield handled things. “of course it’s my
choice,” he muttered, sighing out of frustration. it had always
been his choice. he’d just been avoiding the inevitable. “the
right one? dragging you in would only end in more chaos. helping you
get away leads to questioning my integrity. you tell me what’s the
right one.”
it was always one choice or another. being dragged in would only lead to far more death than necessary. going in willingly would just cause much larger problems. he knew the rumors of what shield did to people like him and that was the prime reason he was going to stay out of their grasp.
“the third option.” true, only two options were given, but there was always another way. at least… when he wanted there to be one. it wouldn’t be easy, nor would be entirely clean, but it wouldn’t just be letting ky go. no, this would be a slightly different outcome – even if it was more than just slightly dangerous. for the both of them.
“we make it look real,” among other things, “and it would look like you were forced to let me go.” it wouldn’t be clean – not by a long shot on either part, but it wouldn’t be letting him go nor would it be causing a massive amount of chaos. in-fact, all ky would do would be put up a decent fight – not the best, but maybe it could work… or not. it wasn’t exactly a well thought out plan -more of something ky thought potentially succeed with minimal effort on both their parts.
“it might not be the right choice,” he said, sliding his hands into his back pockets, “could even be the worst one, but…” just saying it would work would get them no where, but at the same time… what choice did he have? well, besides the obvious ones. “it’s better than simply running or facing shield.”
❝ i know what you’re thinking; middle of nowhere, a guy comes up to you in a very fancy suit, and he has an offer for you. not just any offer, but a great one – all you have to do is sign a paper and you can rule the world. so, tell me…what is it you want, but instead of your soul… i just want a favor. one that i can claim at any time up to and past your inevitable demise. ❞
And what an end it was fated to be, filled with carnage and chaos and wasted life. No amount of nurturing could overwrite primal natures; the male was born savage, and it was a waste to try and think that he could be made tame with work and dedication.
Right arm rising to guard his chest, the blond turned sideways, leaning forward on his right foot, left side less guarded, ready to meet violence with violence. “If you truly believe that to be the case then you have already lost this fight.” He had tried to help and found his attempts unsatisfying. Ky wasn’t going to listen, conquer the doubts that clouded his mind. So he needed to switch up his plans to help him.
“You dread that which thrives within you, yet all that I see standing before me is a child. If you are so consumed with terror for the lack of control that your other form brings, set this beast before me so that I can help you conquer your fears.”
he may have lost the fight – maybe even the war with-in himself, but he wasn’t going to think on that. not when he could already tell that this coming transformation could possibly be his last. not that it mattered in reality, ky could spend most of his time in his grandfather’s realm if needed.
the fact of the matter was that his transformations usually took a toll. not physically of course, but mentally. he was stronger in it, but also weaker. he couldn’t focus… it was just a blind rage. a rage of a child.
thor was right though, ky was a child; he may have been an adult to humans, but to many of the realms he was still a child. one that got what he wanted… when he wanted and damned the consequences of his actions.
still, this was pure dread; he didn’t want to lose himself, not when he wanted to keep whatever was left of him int-act. though, it was getting to the point that it would happen either way.. especially since he never could say no to a fight.
“you really don’t want that,” he said, after some time. “if i set it lose… end it.”
His grace bristled at the presence of another. His neck twisted, craned to get a look out of his peripheral vision of the being behind him. He didn’t like being surprised, but here he was. Hayyel turned where he stood to face the being proper. A younger version of himself might have moved to smite the other without question, but time had smoothed some of his habits down. His loathing for those connected to Hell remained as strong as ever, but he had learned that not everything was black and white. Heaven had been able to make mistakes and he had seen some residents of the pit were capable of redemption. Even now, it was still easy to slip into the shoes of his former military life. “Declare yourself.”
it was always something. no matter what he did, avoiding those from heaven, hell, or otherwise was impossible. humanity was easy; say a few words and they’d leave him alone. anything else? well, they were far more difficult to avoid. still, he knew that this wasn’t something he could just walk out of – not with out actually doing something that he’d more than likely come to regret later on. though, even that depended on his mood. “ky’lar,” he said bluntly. “does that work for you?”
If quizzed on why he acted in Ky’s best interests, silence would serve as his answer. It was in his nature to protect those who couldn’t defend themselves– and the half-demon did not so much as fall within a few hundred yards of being classed as such a person. It was within his remit to let the male solve this matter by himself, deal with the consequences of taking a life and remove the evidence in all of its unabridged, gory detail. What he did could be seen as rapidly expediting this process, leaving valuable lessons go unlearned.
But where practical experience was lost, a verbal drumming is the prize that assails the man instead. “See that you don’t, son of Blackheart.” Thor’s words, though infused with the worldly patience of someone well adjusted to that reckless infirmity that all inferior beings not of divine spring were susceptible to, bore a jaded score; these moments were increasing in frequency. And each and every time, his tolerance towards Ky’s uncontrollable instincts wore increasingly thin.
“I know that you are capable of handling your own messes, but I insist you hunt prey other than your own kind, should terrible needs grow beyond your control to suppress.” It wouldn’t attract any fans, but Thor could send Ky to other worlds for which his blood-lusting appetites would be better suited. “You need only to ask for my help and I will see to it that trouble like this can be avoided in its entirety.”
“i don’t consider humans my kind.” he wouldn’t even consider his own family his kind. not on most days at least. true, ky may have been part human, but he always leaned towards his much more darker, and violent tendencies.
sometimes he could control himself. though, usually he couldn’t – when that happened the bodies started dropping. especially if that itch under his skin got to the point where he couldn’t ignore it.
still, he had a choice to stop himself; to simply say no to the urges. the only problem was giving in was easier – far easier than simply stopping himself. a reason to why he usually had blood on his hands. especially these days.
“besides, i doubt someone like yourself would help me.” maybe not exactly the truth, but even ky knew not to doubt thor – not entirely at least. “nor will i ask for it.” as much as he may have needed it… ky wouldn’t lower himself into asking a god for help. especially one like thor.
can you believe ky has done no wrong in his entire life? just wow.
Stephen felt his fists tighten as the man walked into the sanctum. Taking a few steps forward, he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes connecting with Ky’lar.
“I don’t assume this is a social call, so spit it out— what do you want?”
“oh, if it was simply a social call… i’d have brought drinks.”
a lie, he would have done something much worse. maybe even tried to burn the place down just for kicks. however, this wasn’t the time for simple games – he could do that enough with out even trying.
“let’s just say i’m here on business.” a pause. “the kind that involves…the murder of a class two demon.”
Logan hadn’t seen a demon since he had returned from hell, and there he learned all how they worked, he’d even killed a bunch while making his escape so if this situation would turn into a fight he would be ready and more than prepared to settle it with his claws. Whatever this guy said, he was doubting it, he didn’t trust their kind. Wolverine would have to tread carefully and be alert just in case he tried to make a fast move.
[{⊗}] – “Well yer gonna get one if I don’t like yer business here.”
[{⊗}] – “Ya don’t like it there huh? Way I see it, your kind hates humans. So why the hell should I think ya like it here?”
What he said just didn’t seem right, if demons hatd humankind then why would a demon take a liking to humanity? It just didn’t make sense to him.
“no one likes it there.” a lie, there was once a time ky could have said he did enjoy it there. a nice vacation away from humanity, but he knew better now. being stuck there wasn’t pleasant – didn’t matter who his family was. though, at least he was able to move freely between the realms ( well mostly ), but even that came with a price. one that he’d have to pay eventually… especially if one of his family members found out he’d left.
“either way? i’m not like the rest of my kind.” though that was putting it lightly. “they may hate humanity, but i don’t.” a lie, he actually did hate them – all of them, but this place was far better than back there. anywhere else was actually. “not when it’s due to them i’m here.”
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