“if we’re going based off my experience, we hardly ever get what we want.” the nephilim tried to be happy with what he had and honestly, he was relieved that he was still alive. still, he craved some sort of bond with someone. saving people through the fire department could only fill so much of the empty space he felt.
“most of the time people do.” if they had money or even influence it was easy, but even then there were complications. each action and an equal reaction, if one was to pull, another would push, and sometimes mistakes happened. “it just depends on how determined they are.”
the demon tried his damndest to hold back a laugh, but a shit-eating grin escaped anyway. man, the guy was in so deep he couldn’t tell which way was up. couldn’t blame him. wouldn’t be the first guy that jess had had an effect like that on. though, he was interested to see how well she had adapted. firecracker before, he could only imagine how much dying had molded her.
“grab a few lowlifes and torture them well into the night? not really lookin for the long haul master plan shit anymore. unless there’s really something good in it for me.”
“given the current situation of things… there is no master plan.” except ky’s own, but that wasn’t for today, or tomorrow even. the plan ky had would span quite a bit of time and eventually? well, he’d claim what was rightfully he… one way or another.
“besides, i’m thinking it will be a party; grab them, make them think it’s a great party, and then? well, you can assume the rest – even better if we have an audience.”
“Hope is a fools game,” he said, arms folding across his chest. “All hope ever does is cause problems.” Among other things. “I’d rather believe in fact than something as faulty as hope.”
“I don’t do that crap anymore.” A lie, but one that he’d hold himself to for the moment. “How about you find someone else – i’m sure there would be several willing if you looked in the right places.”