it was such an interesting question wasn’t it? just how did he knew her name? oh, the answer was simple enough to state, but why answer so quickly? he might as well ‘drag’ his feet on this. “oh, i get around,” he mused out lowly. “is that a problem?”
he invited her due to the fact she was important to him. having an audience was going to happen one way or another; demons were always watching. they talked worse than teenagers and never kept information to themselves – not unless they were ordered to- even then? it was iffy.
“If things go right,” as he sure hoped they would, “i’ll be able to take my rightful place where I belong.” if things went wrong? well, he wasn’t going to think about that. he assumed jess would beg for his life – he’d do the same -, but hoped it wouldn’t come to that. ky didn’t want sam dead… he just wanted the throne.
Although the time was ripe for gloating and vocalisations of ‘I told you so’ would not be frowned upon, John refrains from accosting the poor bastard, concluding that the silence that prevailed between them was the superior judge. He had appeared at the exact same time recorded in his previous encounters with the half-breed– showing his scruffy mug during a crucial hour for Ky’lar, only to see the man flop and fail quite spectacularly. It came as a relief to know of his mixed heritage, for if the male was one hundred percent human, John had concluded he would’ve perished after the first fuck up happened. As it happened, he had noted that Ky’lar was on a losing streak when it came to his schemes, paying a particularly hefty price this go around in the liberation of his intestines from his abdomen area. He unfortunately didn’t get to see the gouging blow that inflicted such terrible damage, but judging from the results, he was of the mind that it had been caused by a demon – and a large one at that.
In no position to criticise Ky over his failures, the blond retrieves a cancer stick from his box of Silk Cuts and places one in his mouth, keen to to tend to his own detrimental habits before passing comment on this mess. With a lighter he produces from a pocket of his coat, the tip of his cig is ignited, which is soon followed a a slow exhale as he draws carcinogenic fumes into his lungs. Filled with a sufficient amount of his favourite poison, John lowers himself to a crouch next to Ky’lar’s head, taking care to exhale a mouthful of smoke into his face as he speaks for the first time since the violence here had ended.
“Wakey-wakey, sunshine. You and I ‘ave quite a bit totalkabout.”
This latest string of failures wasn’t the first – nor would it be the last. Alliances made with Demons never lasted. Especially when it came to Ky’s family; always digging their fingers into his games.
This time, he got burned pretty badly. Only surviving thanks to his demonic heritage; if he would have been human, he’d have died long before John even showed up. Thankfully… he survived, but it still would be a long road. Even Ky had limits on how much his body could take… even if he’d never admit it.
“I’m fine,” he managed to get out as he spit up a large amount of blood. Of course, the reality of the situation was he vastly different. He wasn’t fine – not even close to it, but admitting such a thing around John wasn’t something he could do. Not now and not ever.
“Just give me a …moment.” He started to grip his side, but then he moved to push himself up to a sitting position; the wall behind him being used to keep him up after what seemed like a good few minutes. “or… twenty.”
“i want hell.” the words didn’t even sit right on his tongue. hell was a large and vast. he needed to be a bit more specific and yet he couldn’t. not yet anyways. “what i did – what i’ve always done- has been to obtain my birthright, jess. if you have a problem with that… maybe you should go back to your nice human life and stay out of mine.”
well, it’s the time of the night where i sign off, and hop on discord. maybe tomorrow / later today i’ll knock out some of the larger stuffs.
❝ inside both of us, there is the seed of both good and evil. it’s a constant struggle as to which only one one will win. and one cannot exist without the other. ❞
bobby was right – he was just a boy trying to be something more. by human standards he was an adult, but by demon? still a child. a child who was just starting to understand who they were and that was all that mattered.
for as long as he lived, he’d still be a child; not until most of the people he knew were long gone. a reason to why he didn’t want to accept reality. he wanted to prove he was more – well, more than what he was, and could be worthy of obtaining a throne or even the throne of hell in time.
of course, he was a long ways off from that; he couldn’t even hold his own against bobby. how was he going to take on the best of demons? luck was one thing… this was another. a reason to why instead of getting angry – this time – his emotions shifted to an icy hot.
“this boy,” he said, taking a step forward, “can do things you can scarcely imagine.” or maybe bobby did know what he was capable of. either way, he didn’t care – not really at least. all that mattered was getting his point across. “and when the time comes… i’m quite certain we will have loads of fun down stairs – my treat.”
“i would like to think that… but nightmares bring all the shit back up again.” maybe he should go find his parents and say he had some sort of drug problem or something. if he was being honest, he wasn’t sure what had been done with his body after the demon was forced out. maybe they didn’t even think he was dead. “nothing like good old nightmares of your hands torturing your friend. watching her burn through the window.”
“i would say that would be a party,” he said bluntly. “torture is one of the few moments we get to see ourselves for who we truly are. no lies, no hidden faces, and no masks.” then again, anything could be a party to ky… even more so when he got the chance to murder. “it’s what separates us from… the low lives that try to reach for perfection.”
Hellfirebound 