“It’s not a party unless someone dies.” The god remarks, kneeling over the body of a dead agent. Deft fingers retrieve a disk – his intended target – from the deceased’s jacket and pocket it safely away in his own. A pause. Then he takes the agent’s handkerchief as well, using it to wipe the blood from his dagger.
“i usually would say it’s not a party unless there was a ritual sacrifice.” or at leas an attempt at one. then again, ky had been to some… wild parties in his time, and none of them ended well if there wasn’t a kill count of at least three. sometimes four – if things got to be really wild. “among other things.”
there were quite a few ways he could have answered the question. in-fact, he could have simply told the truth, but he doubted that it would have been taken at a face value. a reason to why he decided to start out small, and then work his way from there.
“i don’t want a fight.” a lie, ky had a good feeling he could come out on top if a fight called for it, but he didn’t think it was necessary. not when he could avoid it by simply playing along for the time being.
“i simply like it here.” it wasn’t exactly the truth, but not a lie either. not fully at least. “among other things… i don’t feel like going back home anytime soon.”
the one time that he wanted had convinced himself to actually go to sleep was far more eventful than he had liked. while ky didn’t need to sleep, he still did it every once in a while… to feel like he wasn’t slipping away. to maybe feel something different when he woke up. though, all he found this time wasn’t what he could call memories, but rather… what could happen if he was dragged back to hell.
he went there voluntarily once, but soon learned no one deserved to go there. nor did he ever want to go back. still, he knew that it was quite possible that it would happen – especially with his ex’s, and the other’s he’s pissed off over the years.
“i’m fine.” a lie, he wasn’t fine, and every single fiber of his body was on edge. he just couldn’t focus properly on anything around him. a reason to why he gripped the sheets tightly; anything to keep him stable. to keep him from slipping back to more…violent urges.
“i just…” a deep sigh escaped his lips. “it’s complicated.”
❝ he never cared… especially not in the ways that he made everyone believe. and he’s real and still out there. acting on his selfish desires. he’ll really regret how hands off he has been when they get my brother freed from his cage. then everyone, including hell’s worst torturers have plenty to fear. ❞
❝ well, there is more of a chance of him being freed than him coming back. ❞ he still didn’t believe that GOD was real. demons, yeah, he managed to get, but some all powerful being? yeah, no. he would file that away as fiction. just like the existence of heaven. ❝ an’ even that’s slim.❞
“I’m gonna let you know now, that I’ve never been a fan of the monarchy system. So if you want me to like, kiss your ring an all that jazz. I’ll just save that disappointment for ya now. Deal?” @hellfirebound
“i’ve never been a fan of waking up in the morning, but i still have to do it,” he said far more bluntly than needed. “nor have i ever been a fan of big ceremony.” especially when he wasn’t well liked. “i just would like some respect, understand?”
The stranger’s triumphs over all pretenders has no effect. Logan was poised to scrapping, regardless if victory was assured or not. If he went down, he’d rise again, hours, days or even months later. Even hell couldn’t keep him contained, and he made the devil well aware of that fact.
“Gonna do much more’n try, boy!” Throwing his arms sideways, fingers grasping at invisible levers fastened to fists as his claws were unsheathed, long blades of bone cast in unbreakable adamantium and tapered to deadly points that emerged with an audible snikt.
The second they emerge, Logan was on the move, taking a few quick steps forward to build speed as he then lunged at Ky, claws first. Unless agility was on his side, the stranger would end up skewered.
now, this was interesting; someone with metal claws. he’d managed to read a few things here and there, but nothing that really stuck his attention. after-all, ky didn’t care for most things these days – not when he could end up stuck in his father’s realm for what could feel like an eternity for a simple indiscretion.
however, for the moment, ky didn’t have time to think over multiple options for this little spat. no, he chose to do what came naturally, and that wasn’t moving out of the way; no, that was standing right where he was as he shifted.
ky’lar was going to meet logan with spikes and all. that way, he wouldn’t just have an even playing filed, but rather, he’d have – in his mind – an assured advantage over the other. after-all, if logan wanted a fight? he would give it…by tapping into the one part of himself he was trying to desperately to control, but neglected to even try at this moment in time.
‘ did it ever cross that tiny mind of yours that perhaps if you were less a thorn in my side, i might be less inclined to wipe you from existence? and before you open your mouth and yammer off some witty retort, know my patience has just about reached it’s end. tread carefully. ’
‘ i’m a thorn in everyone’s side,’ he said, skipping his usual of snark filled elaboration, and cutting to the point. ‘ if you want to wipe me from existence… do it.’ ky’s arms crossed over his chest, ‘ you might even make several people happy my mother and father for instanced would be overjoyed to know i’m finally dead. not to mention my ex’s. ’
the violence she’d taken against her son surprises even herself. and if he weren’t so set on incurring her wrath, perhaps she would have been horrified by her actions. but every word out of his mouth only adds fuel to the fire already raging. how stupid had she been to have thought she could ever change him? time and time again he had proven that he couldn’t. or if he did, that he didn’t truly want to.
‘ are you really so oblivious? or is this a willful blindness, ky’lar? i opened my house to you, took you in as my own child, cared and loved you. you shit on all of it. ’ hands ball into fists at her side, emotions overwhelming her. perhaps this is what she should have done with cain a long time ago. maybe then she wouldn’t be caught in this seemingly endless cycle. ‘ enough is enough. i can’t keep doing this anymore, ky’lar. yours is not the only life i have to consider these days. ’
’ have you ever stopped to think that maybe i can’t be contained? i was born – created, what have you messy. ’ it was more than that though; ky had convinced himself he was worth nothing more times he could count. hell, he’d tried to put and end to his existence a few times as well. still, something had stopped him each of those times, and he doubted it would change.
he tried to be decent, tried to contain his urges, and things turned out ten times worse. he couldn’t even think straight most days, and he still got nowhere. as much as he tried… he didn’t amount to nothing. a reason to why he stopped; no more attempting to be decent. no more attempting to change. no more getting nowhere at all.
he wasn’t oblivious. he just didn’t care – not anymore. not when everything he did or touched turned into absolute shit. all he wanted was some childish recognition to know he was going in the right direction, but instead, ky received ( in his mind ) nothing.
‘ i never had a mother, hell, all i had was people telling me to stay out of the way. ’ not to mention pose for pictures and not ask questions – lucifer damn it he wished he didn’t remember any of that shit. ‘i try and try and for what? nothing! you think i want to keep on going on like this? i don’t. ’
Hellfirebound 