and here she was almost hoping he’d agree with her words prior. instead she’s given a vague response; one that causes her brow to rise curiously. —– but another bite is taken before she could pry. better not get too comfortable with one she plans on selling for booze money.
there’s a second apple nearby and she considers slicing this one to at least feed the poor guy. ( it may very well be his LAST meal before facing up against the MIGHTYHulk soon. ) and so she reaches for it, doing just that. —– the only bit of kindness he’ll get from her before being thrown to the wolves. as she begins slicing the fruit, eyes flicker back to him over his question.
❝ for your protection, ❞ she offers with a hint of a smirk. ❝ even if you don’t try to escape, you might try something stupid. I’d hate to have to hurt you before your big match. —– which I’m betting against you, so make me proud. ❞
she stands from where she’s been sitting, crosses on over and holds out an apple slice to his lips. ❝ now open up; you’ll need the energy. ❞
of course it was for her protection; if he was left to his own devices, maybe he would have had an upper hand. still, his outbursts were always violent – very violent if he was being honest with himself. a reason to why he couldn’t blame her – not really at any rate – for the precautions that were being taken.
❝ i don’t need to eat. ❞ a simple truth as while he would have enjoyed the slight amount of food… he really didn’t require it. it would have helped give him energy, but beyond that? no, it didn’t help sustain him much.
❝ i have to ask though, who am i fighting? ❞ while he thought he could handle himself in most circumstances… knowing at least slightly about who he was meant to fight would be helpful. even more so since it seemed there was no way out of this situation he found himself in.
an internal switch is flipped and there is a brief minute of calm before the storm. she smiles at the son she’d so generously taken into her home, hand cradling his face for a brief moment before turning away. and in an instant, she’s snapped one of the legs off the coffee table and shoved the jagged point into his chest. ‘ you know what? i think we’re done here, ky. why don’t you crawl back to your daddy? see if he can tolerate the headache that is your existence for longer than a day or two. ’
and there it was; the reaction he wasn’t intending to obtain, but he got it anyways. suffice to say, he was a bit shocked, but it didn’t show across his features as he smirked for a few moments. ‘i don’t need to crawl back to anyone, mother. unless you’ve forgot to check the memo’s… neither one of them is talking to me right now and i’m not going to change that.’ not at the moment at least – he’d want to stay away from both of them. it didn’t matter if they were family or not… he’d see the world dead before he crawled back to them.
‘so why don’t you tell me what is so damn important?’ his voice raised louder than intended, but oh… his anger was starting to bleed through. a reason to why his hands formed into tight fists. ‘either that or i walk.’ it wouldn’t be for long- he just needed to cool off, but it was quite clear that it didn’t look like that was happening anytime soon.
ky’lar was spiraling out of control and not even he could stop this fall. not this time.
❝ KY’LAR, You fucking little bitch. You call yourself a Demon. YOUR A PATHETIC FUCKING CUNT!
❞ He HOWLED, that voice becoming deeper with each word that rolled from his tongue. , echoing around the small confined area. Lips peeing back into a grotesque snarl. The Dark One knew that Ky’lar had been going behind his back. Working for his own personal gain. There had to be punishment, but Satan was in no mood to deal with a backstabbing little bitch. He had summoned the demon before him, for other reasons. But he couldn’t help the reaction he spewed when he saw his face. But, he let that go, for the time being. He wanted to recruit the MONSTER to something that was surely going to be BENEATH HIM! But if The Devil got what he wanted. And This Bastard actually did right by all standards. Then he could very well reward the Male.
❝ As you can tell, I was raised from the Pits. This time around, this small town is going to be MINE. The Humans are falling, converting over, and renouncing that puking wind bag in the sky. The Undead are walking and We, FOR ONCE are winning. But, now I need all EVIL on deck to keep this in our favor. And your going to help. Cause if you don’t, I am going to personally have the Demon Gods drag your ass back to the pits and put you in the lowest level of Hell, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!?
❞
this was the very reason he AVOIDED hell most days. the simple aspect of following rules WAS NOT what he enjoyed. he may have had a title, but he still would have THROWN IT ALL AWAY at the chance of getting to have a normal life with no MEMORY of what he’d gone through. it wouldn’t be pretty, it wouldn’t even be pain free, but it was what he WANTED when he had to deal with other others of his ‘kind’ ( even if the term was fairly general these days ).
“pass, ” he said, not even BOTHERING to care about the ramifications of his own actions. “ i don’t SERVE hell. ” he called himself a demon because it was what he WAS, but today was one of the RARE days that he didn’t CONSIDER himself one. no, this was one of the few days he FELT human – something that would FADE in time, but it was why he was going to RISK being dragged down to the pits of hell.
to have a MOMENT of peace was worth it – even in times like this. “ taking down a small TOWN is child’s play, ” he said bluntly. “ you can do much BETTER. ” a simply put assumption as the demon’s arms folded across his chest. “ now, unless you’re willing to DRAG me down yourself? we’re DONE here.”
‘ no, you’re fine. ‘ she hadn’t meant her initial statement to be one of an attacking tone, but she never knew where she stood with ky — his moods, to her, seemed volatile, unpredictable, though she did always seem to be the enemy. she scooped the hell puppy up and stood, scratching the hound’s chin as she turned to face ky. ‘ if you’re thirsty, there’s a bar over there. ‘ she figured alcohol might be an olive branch. ‘ i won’t keep you. i know you’ve better things to do. ‘
his moods were always unpredictable. they changed quickly – even more so when he was around one’s he had very little interaction with or simply he didn’t trust. to him, it was easier to stay away than try to even establish some sort of general ground between anyone. not to mention it was far less messy.
still, he never could quite turn down a drink. not when that was all he craved (besides getting out of here) for the moment. ‘i’ve always got better things to do.’ avoiding his family was the most important one … especially these days with how badly he ripped apart any sort of decency between all. ‘just never seem to get around to them.’ no, he should have been working – at least attempting to make the demon he worked for at times happy, but instead… he was avoiding that too.
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