❝ 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. ❞
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Despite the fact that Venom perennially wore a smile that no amount of disappointment could shake, he appeared to grin wider still at the spiky one’s retort. Admiring their confidence that he had any chance of killing them. “Nice try, but you may find that we are difficult to CḨE̛͡W͏.” Speaking of food, their – its – thoughts were at risk of drifting again, and quickly lost interest in what the stranger was saying until his next statement caught their attention. Eyes slanting, the parasite shows off some Brock level charm by turning into an investigative journalist for a minute. “Fun? What do you propose that we do?”
Being difficult to chew wouldn’t be a problem; ripping them apart would be interesting. They never fought something like Venom before first hand, but that wasn’t what they wanted. Fighting the Symbiote wasn’t on the agenda; he never thought it would be if he was being honest. However, having his own bit of ‘fun’ was always on there. Ky’lar may not have been fully human, but he still knew that sometimes enjoyment was needed. For him, it usually meant a mass slaughter or burning down a building – all to please himself. This time around, he thought something that could up the ‘stakes’ would suffice. So, he had just the place in mind. “How do you feel about an all you can eat meal?”
A harsh truth, but all too real. The Odinson responds to this reveal with what dignity he has left to muster; a challenge for one so stuck in the mire of irrelevance as he had been. But, being reduced to so little, he was willing to grasp for what chances to escape were floated his way– no matter the cost.
“I… I will.” The confirmation of his intent sits strangely on this tongue after being aired. He was about to partake in practices that’d see all respect he might still be capable of earning from his observers mutate into a species of hatred, labelling his fall as yet another spirit lost to the temptations of darkness.
Given the necessary of it, the blond was willing to wear such a cloak and inherent the shift in perceptions of him for as long as he needed. What macabre work Ky’lar had meant for him to partake in, he’d carry out without complaint.
“Any who interfere will be dealt with in a most severe manner. Now…shall we begin proceedings?”
All Ky had to do was dangle the prospect of something greater for the fallen one, and he’d have a perfect puppet. It would take time of course; getting everything together, but it would be worth it.
Give something, take it away, and keep Thor loyal. If it meant doing things that many would look down upon? So be it. Wasn’t the first time the Son of Blackheart had to get his hands dirty for something far symbolic than material. Nor would it ultimately be the last. All he had to do was play his cards properly and everything would fall right into place.
“As expected,” he mused out lightly. He didn’t need anything going wrong with this little endeavor of his. Nor did he need any of his family members – specifically Mephisto – to get involved with this. Blackheart, he could more than likely wave off (or so he hoped), but his Grandfather was the more wild card.
Ky attempted to, but never understood him or… his father really, but he knew distance was sometimes the best option. Never digging too far into their affairs and staying out of their fights. It worked… on most days at least – just not when Ky was the entire reason of said fight.
“I don’t expect them to bother us, but someone is always watching.” his lips pursed into a thin-line. “The sooner you come to accept that. The sooner you realize what limited time frame we have.”
He then let a slight smirk spread across his lips. “Let’s get to work… shall we?”
the shield rolls her eyes softly, arms folded tightly against her chest. “ well… from my mother’s uterus doesn’t really count as stating a specific location, does it ? “ clever eyes follow his movement, like a computer collecting data.
he was tempted to say that it was as specific as she was going to get. a taunt of sorts on the tip of his tongue that shifted into a smirk. “you’d never know if it,” he mused out lowly. “even if did… i doubt it’d matter.”
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eyes watch the demon from his place on the bed, watching them move around anxiously. the form was… different than want dean expected, a small shock to the hunter when he first saw it. however it’d be a lie if dean didn’t admire it now. he’d never seen anything like ky’lar before, something unique and intriguing to the hunter. if dean enjoyed petting the other man before, the new and odd form before him made dean want to touch the other even more ( of course, the fact that they also had a tail didn’t help ) .
the demand was simple however, dean pushing himself away from the comfort of the sheets and towards a clean pair of clothes. he purposefully ends up snagging one of the demon’s shirts, a small grin on their face at the teasing gesture while rubbing his hand through his bed-ridden hair. it takes a few seconds for dean to shake the sleepiness away, but he ends up by the other’s side, bouncing slightly on the tips of his toes with energy.“ what are we doing ?exciting plans ? ”
his arms crossed his chest with a grunt. there were times ky distanced himself from emotion; from any trace of his humanity when it suited him. this was one of those times as he saw dean as nothing more than a tool – a puppet to use for his own schemes.
if he had his birthright, he could rage a war unlike any other, but this wasn’t the time for such thoughts. no, his mind quickly shifted to the plan for today; tracking down a few higher-ranked angels on earth. find them, torture them, and eventually kill them. stealing their grace was advisable, but not necessary. only the blade was what was needed; to be melted down into something far more useful.
“hunting,” he said, arms folding across his chest. “i have it on good account some angels are ‘bout fifty miles away. high-ranking one’s too.” he could have said more; should have, but he wasn’t going to not now. ky didn’t think he needed to elaborate – least of all on what they’d be doing once they found them.
“if i would have been running the show first time around… we wouldn’t have needed lucifer. secondly, someone of your talents should have been done something much more important than watching those… riders.” he could have said more, but ky would have just gone on for hours about his distaste about the original plan. “so, trust me… we’ll be doing great things together.”
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