‘ why am i getting so much hate from him, and you? ‘ 

‘ neither one of you want to confront the real issue. what would you have me do with that?

‘ what real issue would that be? the part where i don’t need anyone or the part where he wants me dragged home kicking and screaming? ’ 

’ i’m not going back – neither one of you can make me. ’

“that why you’re bothering me at work?” She looked up a small smile on her lips, “Pretty sure I heard that somewhere too, it’s all a matter of perspective. I got a shit ton of power, but here I am wasting it to play pretend.” With a careless shrug, she closed her laptop, “Hows the getting more power thing working for you?” 

He snorted. “I was in the area – I thought i’d drop by and playing pretend is overrated.” Not that Ky could talk, he spent more time around humans than he’d like, but at least they didn’t bicker constantly about infernal pissing contests. Well, not all  the time at least. “— And perfectly fine. No problems at all.”

              “Oh please. They’re weak, and pretty shit at tracking people down. I could snap their necks with a snap of my fingers if I wanted to. If we get him now while he’s weak, Hell could go back to how it’s supposed to be—- and under its rightful queen.”

               There was a roll of his eyes. “Suit yourself, but I doubt Hell will ever get back to normal.” Not anytime soon at least. While he truly wanted the job, even Ky knew he wasn’t ready for such a task. He didn’t know if he ever would be, but he’d get around to it eventually. “Even if most demons are weak.. enough of them can become a threat.” 

hellfirebound:

             ❝ at the risk of sounding like a broken record; i don’t care what you believe. i’m not my family and i’m most certainly not my father. my name is ky’lar richardson and this is my story. ❞ 

                                           ky’lar richardson | prince of hell / son of blackheart

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