Hellfirebound

sifshieldmaiden:

sc || @hellfirebound

“Why do you look like you’re up to no good?” Of course, that begged the question of if a demon could ever really be good, but philosophical debates weren’t really Sif’s thing. Still, she could use some entertainment, and being around Ky’lar was never boring.

_{“has anyone ever told you that you’ve a knack to point out the obvious? it really can be quite annoying at times.” truth be told, the moment he wasn’t actively up to no good was usually the moment he was planning something. something big – a reason to why he usually caused slight bits of chaos here and there… even if nothing real would come of it.}

_{“—— a date? told you i would grow on you.” with a chuckle, the joke that basically confirmed that she would be going to hell for laughing at instantly forgotten.}

“but seriously, are you feeling alright? i mean, i’m not one to ever pass up an opportunity for a nice steak but…”

_{“think of it as an opportunity if you will.” a slight grin pulled at his lips, “if you think date is too harsh of a word.” though, she was right – something was off, but ky wouldn’t admit it. not around her. not when he was finally doing something he had put off for quite some time.}

_basadoir:

The reveal of Ky’s demon form doesn’t frighten him. more than anything, it is a welcoming sight; being human didn’t matter for the moment, all pretences that stayed loyal to that purpose left to perish in the dirt the longer they clashed. Even words themselves lost their lustre, the sympathy of the savage taking over instead.

Of the two, Reaper was less inclined to give in, once more fearful of what giving in to his worst appetites could mean. But even that would be wrestled away from him, without a choice by the other’s lunge, a move he wasn’t prepared for in the height of his internal crisis.

The wraith unsurprisingly goes down, a guttural roar of anguish bellowing from his scarred throat in the process. What pain he perceives turns white hot, needing immediate relief, and so such is gained from striking back, digging his claws into Ky’s skin to heal himself through causing injury. The vitality of the devil’s spawn reinvigorating oblivion’s agent.

_{if he was thinking clearly, the demon would have kept it’s distance, and attacked through strategy alone. making sure that every avenue of attack from the other was taken into account – maybe then he would have had a chance to retain some of that humanity that drained away each passing moment. still, this wasn’t about proving who was stronger ( even though it could be perceived that way ) – no. this was about exhausting himself to the point of no return.}

_{a snarl came out as he moved to dig his own claws into the wraith’s form; ignoring the pain he was receiving from the other for the time being as his primary goal was to tear the other apart. tear them apart to the point where they would have to either surrender or… fade.}

_{it didn’t matter to ky at the moment what one. nothing mattered at the moment other than a singular goal to destroy the other. something… that he had no control over as he completely gave into his more… destructive and fatal of urges.}

johnscn:

_{“i’m ready to die if i need to / countin’ that PRICE, run directly to the fight.” / l.c, @hellfirebound, rebel renegade}

_{“no one’s really ready to die. it may feel like it – that’s life, but when you get to that moment? usually someone or something pulls you back.” or, rather, that is what usually happened to him.}

_myricds:

❛ so you really hate humans, huh ? doesn’t make you special, because guess what ——so do most of the humans. ❜ a heavy sigh followed after the words, and buffy’s arms moved to cross over her chest.

❛ friend is not a name. here, i’ll show you. ❜ typically, this would be when she’d extend a hand for a shake, offer her name, some stupid pleasantry such as nice to meet you, and he would respond in turn. but she wasn’t feeling particularly polite, and so the name would have to do. ❛ i’m buffy, aka the slayer, ——but apparently i haven’t figured out how to slay you, yet. ❜ his amusement was matched with impatience on her part, and finally buffy shook her head. ❛ okay, i’ll bite. why are you interested ? ❜

_{❛ more than you can imagine. ❜ it wasn’t exactly the truth, but ky’s hatred for humanity grew stronger by the day. a reason to why he tried to stay away from them in most instances. still, they were good for play, but anything else, and they became annoying – not to mention disposable.}

_{❛ still, ❜ he said, hands slipping into his back pockets, ❛ never met a slayer before – wait, the slayer before. ❜ then again, ky wasn’t exactly too versed in supernatural history. it was something he may have to work on eventually. ❛ you must be so proud of yourself. to have such a title – i mean, mine are a bit more mundane, but they still hold power. ❜ at least in some places and that was all that mattered in reality.}

_{❛ as for why i’m interested? lets just say it’s a nice place – might even decide to stay here for a while. ❜ or, at least until something better came around. ky never could resist smaller towns – not even if they housed people who wanted to kill him. well, especially then.}

_{❛ —- but where are my manners? ❜ a slight grin pulled at his lips for a few slight moments. ❛ it’s ky’lar. ❜}

_{he was in his demonic form; fighting the urge to let himself completely go all this time. still, there was just enough humanity in him to let him speak properly – just enough to issue the statement for another round. he wanted to train, to fight, and reaper just happened to be the closest one in rage to handle him.}

_{a reason to why a deathly smirk spread across his twisted lips. no, he wasn’t going to stop while he still had energy left in him – let alone when he wasn’t finished. if he kept himself going like this, he would be stated for a month at best from having to do anything drastic… a reason to why he wanted to wear himself out as best as possible.}

_{a reason to why he lunged at the other; no warning, not even a growl. no, ky was going to make sure reaper’s ass was handed to him. though, the reasoning behind it wasn’t out of spite, but out of being restless, and it was why he chose to take on the wraith once again. this time… with a more fatal agenda in mind.}

_{// @basadoir xxx}

mcmija:

You: *starts one thread with me*

Me: ALL THE THREADS! THOUSANDS OF THEM IN ALL THE VERSES!

admiredhim:

“na-uh-uh-uh-uh.” jo warns, leveling a look so unimpressed in nature her mother would be proud. “take one more step and you’re gonna get your ass shot full of rock salt. now tell me what you want before i decide to do it anyways.”

@hellfirebound / sc.

_{“how about i take two more steps forward and you do something more than rock salt.” a slight grin spread across his lips. “you know, holy water usually works, but honestly? either one of those just tickles on good days. so how about you stand down and we can talk like we’re civilized.”}

_fryordie:

At every turn, he had tried to give the demon benefit of the doubt, invent excuses however imaginative to explain away his increasingly concerning actions as any merciful god would. Unfortunately, such reserves of consideration were found to have previously undiscovered limits, whittled down to nothing by a last, damming act; treating the lives of innocents as if they were a commodity to be expended.

“I understand,” he said, tone both flat and alarmingly neutral, no hint of warmth present nor the icy wrath of someone discovering they had been betrayed. He was Thor of the Thunders, a child of Asgard and of the soil of Midgard. And today, Ky’lar had disappointed him.

“I guess I was mistaken, Ky’lar. You have proven yourself to be born of the devil’s seed than treat your fellow mortals with respect and kindness, and in doing so you have damned yourself to thread upon a path I can no longer support or condone.”

“i never asked you to condone any of this!” nor did he actually ask to be alive, but here he was. living an existence that was difficult at best and agonizing at worst. if it was ky’s choice, maybe he wouldn’t have been stuck in-between humanity, and his more demonic half. maybe he would have been whole one way or another.

“what i was born of has no place here, thor! you talk all high and mighty about kindness, respect, and singing songs around a fucking campfire. sadly enough, it’s not for me!” by this point in time he was fuming and it was quite clear that his anger was starting to take hold of him.

“you say you understand? how can you – your life never has changed in a whole day. you don’t have the fucking fear of getting too close since your father or grandfather will destroy them.” his hands formed into tight fists. “you don’t have all of fucking hell keeping their eyes on you nor do you have abilities you couldn’t even hope to understand.”

“you want to know what i am, thor? i am damned. damned to be stuck in-between to different things and the only way to state that urge is to relieve it anyway i can.”