A deep sigh escaped his lips – clearly what he said went over the other’s head.
“Take a shower. Please?”
“I don’t—- well honestly I don’t have a feeling one way or the other about you being his son, Kylar. I mean, you act as though your father still has feelings for me and he’s made it abundantlly clear that any feelings he did have— well they are gone. I’m not sure they were even real in the first place. I was— well I was just someone for him to conqueor and that has been done.”
Kara could feel tears beging to rise in here and it was something she’d never want to do in front of Ky. She was sure that deep inside him, there were feelings but when it came to her, for some unknown reason, whatever feelings he did express were always negative. Standing there in front of him, she was sure that getting back into Blackheart and with that Kylar’s lives, she had made a wrong decision. Finally, her eyes connected with his again.
“Honestly, don’t worry. I’m going to leave and I prommise this time, neither of you will ever have to worry about seeing me again.”
“i act as anyone would.” his voice raised for a moment as his right hand ran under her chin. “when i claim my throne, i don’t care what you do, but until that time… you, and my father need to step aside.” he already knew this would be tricky, but he wasn’t going to let anyone get in his way of what he wanted. the only one able to do that was mephisto and even then… that was something he hoped he could possibly work around.
“he likes you – i don’t now or care why – and as long as you don’t pull anything you’re fine.” a lie, he wanted them both dead, but why admit the truth with lying was so much more amusing. “i think a more… human term for this is live and let live, but let me make something clear for you, kara.” his lips pursed into a thin-line as his voice lowered to a whisper. “i always get what i want and if that means forcing my father to give up his right to protect you? so be it.”
his entire body was covered in bruises; an angel blade sliced deep into his back and had been lodged there until jess pulled it out. it stung worse now than it did before it was removed. he’d heal, but it would take days… days he didn’t truly have. “i’ll be fine,” he said, downing a bottle of whiskey. “don’t worry about me.”
“When I’m king, I’ll hunt the monsters down and slay them all!”
“A wise king never seeks out war, but he must always be ready for it.”
“They have paid, with their lives.”
“Well, I want to know why!”
“What action would you take?”
“You’re thinking only as a warrior.”
“This was an act of war!”
“It’s unwise to be in my company right now, _____.”
“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re right.”
“Madness? What sort of madness?”
“It is forbidden!”
“Do you think that you can deceive me?”
“Then tell no one where we’ve gone until we’ve returned. Understand?”
“What’s the matter? Silver-tongue turned to lead?”
“I have no plans to die today.”
“We shouldn’t be here.”
“You’ve come a long way to die, _____.”
“And why have you come here? To make peace?”
“You long for battle. You crave it.”
“You’re nothing but a boy trying to prove himself a man.”
“_____, stop and think. Look around you, we’re outnumbered.”
“Know your place, _____.”
“You know not what your actions would unleash. I do.”
“At least make it a challenge for me!”
“_____, end this now.”
“We are beyond diplomacy now, _____.”
“Do you realize what you’ve done? What you’ve started?”
“That’s pride and vanity talking, not leadership.”
“You are a vain, greedy, cruel boy!”
“You’re unworthy of the loved ones you have betrayed.”
“I’m so sorry. I swear I’m not doing this on purpose.”
“Am I cursed?”
“Why do you twist my words?”
“You could have told me from the beginning. Why didn’t you?”
“How could you eat an entire box of Poptarts and still be this hungry?”
“This drink, I like it. Another!”
“So, you just intend to go in there and take it?”
“If you take me there now, I’ll tell you everything you wish to know.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
“_____, this is a lot more serious than you realize. Let it go.”
“I’ve never done anything like this before. Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“You think me strange. Good strange or bad strange?”
“God, I hope you’re not crazy.”
“What hope is there for _____?”
“I did exactly what you told me not to. I’m sorry. So sorry.”
“Well, magic’s just science that we don’t understand yet.”
“You mustn’t blame yourself.”
“There you are. You’re gonna be alright. I’m taking you home now.”
“You know, I had it all backwards. I had it all wrong.”
“It’s not a bad thing finding out that you don’t have all the answers. You start asking the right questions.”
“For the first time in my life, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.”
“Anyone who’s ever going to find their way in this world had to start by admitting he doesn’t know where the hell he is.”
“Why not kill him yourself?”
“We drank, we fought, he made his ancestors proud.”
“I’m really glad you’re safe.”
“You’ve been very kind to me, and I’ve been far less grateful than you deserve.”
“Listen. You must not give up. You must finish what you’ve started.”
“We’re doomed.”
“I’ve never been happier to see anyone. But you should not have come.”
“I will die a warrior’s death. Stories will be told of this day.”
“_____, whatever I have done to wrong you, whatever I have done to lead you to do this, I am truly sorry.”
“But these people are innocent. Taking their lives will gain you nothing. So take mine and end this.”
“I don’t think you’ve been completely honest with me.”
“You and I, we fight for the same cause: the protection of this world. From this day forward, you can count me as your ally.”
“I must go back to (insert location), but I give you my word, I will return for you.”
“I swear to you, _____, that they will pay for what they’ve done today.”
“You’re a talented liar, _____. Always have been.”
“I only ever wanted to be your equal.”
“Do you hear me, _____? There’s nothing you can do!”
“I have much to learn. I know that now.”
“Someday, perhaps, I shall make you proud.”
“There is always hope.”
The quickness with which his punches are dished out slow considerably when reminded of their vast difference in age. The blond had known life for several millennia, hitting his stride as a young if brash god when Norseman began to set sail upon the seas in search of distant lands to plunder. He was ancient compared to this viper tongued whelp, and yet you wouldn’t know it to look at him.
It was further proof of how effective this hellish place was of reducing the misanthropic souls trapped within its boundaries to their truest cast.
“Cease your attempts to slander me, should thou wish to retain the use of thy tongue!” Tone filled with hate, the way he now moved revealed what had just stated unnerved him. It caused the ruthless showering of punches and jabs he started with to slow down in the face of Ky’s scathing laughter, as if realising who was the one at fault here – whilst also generating room for the demon to strike back in retaliation.
Now, hatred he could use. It was one of the few things he learned even before his demonic side manifested itself. That hatred was known by most species – man, god, or otherwise.
Once you knew the correct buttons to push, you could exploit them, and then everything would ultimately fall right into place.
In this case, Ky was relying on his more demonic or otherwise feral urges at every opportunity. Coherent thought was out the window and his focus was on taking every advantage possible. if that meant playing dirty tricks? So be it.
“I’ll do far more than that -” words were cut short as he was bombarded by the punches. If he had real training, he may have been able to do better, but so far… he was just trying to find an opening by taking the punishment as he came.
Then he found it. It was when the assault slowed down just enough that he was able to swipe forward and grip Thor’s chin tightly with his clawed like hand. “You’ll be nothing more than a memory of what you are now, Odinson or maybe,” his eyes narrowed. “You’ll be a corpse that i’ll keep for my… amusement.”
“Well, well. Whose little boy are you?” He pulls back the slide of his rifle, emptying the spent casing onto the ground, but keeping it firm in hand at the presence of a stranger. Last thing he really needed was a witness, even if the mark had been half way across town. “Not anyone who likes to talk’s I hope.”
His first instinct was to shoot out some sort of sarcastic comment about not being little. However, he retrained himself with a grunt as his arms folded across his chest. “I don’t talk,” he said bluntly – making sure to avoid any mention of exactly who he was. “I think this speaks for itself.”
Hellfirebound 