Sam is folding his arms over his chest, he did not like that he would have to take the demon’s word for it and if anything was to happen to innocent people, Sam knew what he would do thoughts pushed to the corner of his mind, as he is listening to the other talking and then he is carrying on to say. “ I will have them know you will go , it will make it easier and no questions asked now how does it work? you bringing him back”.
a nod was given. “no questions asked and i get my bullets.” oh, he had loads of work to do. more importantly, he was going to make sure that he took out most of his rivals in one swoop. who cared of the elder winchester was brought back? not after he took care of everyone could could possibly… get angry at him. “i’ll have to head down to hell to do it… a few hours. give or take how time works down there. ” a pause. “ you’ll have your brother back by the end of the day.”
Arms lay flat at his sides and all those pointed sharp quills stand on full end with his fists clenched into tightly balled fists. The features of his minimalist face, once briefly contorted in frustration ease, and the snap of his fingers has another lifeless husk of a man preparing him another goblet to replace the spilled and lost one. “This was to be a punishment.” He thinks aloud, eyes drifting to the casino floor visible through his office’s one way mirror– “I have worked hard to build it into something that would work more in my favor than my foolish father’s. The souls that come here, belong to me– And I will not have you come here, implying I do nothing.” An accusatory finger, claw and all, is pointed at the smaller demon, before the arm falls back to his side. “What is it you want, truly? Not just here and now, but in the scheme of things, hm? Power, status, freedom from the shackles of Hell’s servitude? What is it?”
This was one of the few times the Demon should have kept his mouth shut and head down. If he did so, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten himself into a situation that made the hair on his back of his neck stand on it’s ends, but then again he always was a slow learner. In truth keeping his head down should have been easy, but Ky always somehow managed to let his curiosity … even if he knew it wasn’t the best choice of actions.
Still, the question that was posed presented quite a rare opportunity. More importantly, he knew that he needed to give a (half-way) decent answer, and for that very reason he hesitated. Not much, but just enough to where it showed through. “Status, ” no, he would never be free – maybe at one point he had the choice, but not now. Not when he lacked the ability to make a decision he could stick to. “Among other things.”
at any-rate i might apologize 3000 times across my blogs, but i have not done many drafts the last month, and i just feel so god damn bad i haven’t done anything, but a few drafts i have muse for. i blame my school work / my research / other things.
“ family name? —— as in hell royalty? jesus. never get away from the bullshit where it matters what family you are randomly born into.” hearing more about hell irritated him. he always knew things weren’t black and white, but he hadn’t really thought too much about what happens to demons when they were exorcised. “keep your head down and i hope you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”
“more or less.” more so that ky never was good at understanding the ‘rules’. still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t follow them. he just chose not to — especially when he got in a few of his moods about his ‘birthright’ and what have you. “still, i usually come across someone wanting to send me back every now and again.”
Please remember there’s a difference between hate, constructive criticism, and giving praise because you don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings.
total draft count between 7 blogs… 181… i cannot believe.
“i would hope so… but my other daughter is convinced that something bigger was happening with her death… especially after her boyfriend was arrested several times.” maybe it was too hopeful to consider the possibility of the girl being jess. but the mole, it was a way to pick her daughter out of a crowd, always had been. “i know it’s crazy… but if there’s even the slightest chance she’s out there thinking she needs to protect us then i gotta know.”
“ have you ever thought… maybe she’s protected? ” no, ky wasn’t about to let jess know about this. it was a way to protect everyone involved and more importantly… himself. “ or maybe, you’re looking in the wrong place. ” though, the truth of the matter was that he knew exactly where jess was. he just wanted to protect her. that was all he wanted.
Hellfirebound 