“ that wasn’t the most helpful response you could have given. ” Not that anything he could say would actually convince her to pull out of this. This was her job, she was expected to come up with the results they wanted in whatever form necessary, her own safety was an afterthought most of the time. “ now if you’ll get out of my way, I have people waiting on my results. ”
“if i wanted to help, i would have said something else.” or maybe ky would have given the same line. he wasn’t known to give ‘help’ to anyone. not truly at least. “now, your results will just have to wait a few minutes, won’t they?” or hours. after a while… time became hard to understand. at leas to ky.
“disappointing. humanity likes to strive for perfection, something they were not built to be. that’s why they enjoy the lies, because they hate hearing that they fall short of anything.” largely about looks rather than stature in today’s society. though he hadn’t spent enough time topside to truly appreciate the waves that humanity had went through.
“they want something they cannot grasp. try as they might, they are not perfect – never will be either- and yet they still want perfection.” it was admirable, but only in the slightest of ways. still, it was something that ky could respect in most instances. “i suppose… they simply are lost.” not that ky could really talk – he was still half human- even if he rejected that half on a daily basis.
why do people get so mad when i kill someone. they were gonna die anyway i just sped up the process
“‘In theory.’ Asmodeus failedto restore Hell to what it once was. Lucifer, Crowley, and all of the princes are dead. What makes you believe that any of your replacements are more qualified than they were?” It wasn’t as though Castiel cared for Hell’s politics— or the fate of demons, for that matter— but without a competent ruler, perhaps their threat would be lessened.
“I’m aware of what your ‘other means’ entail,” he said evenly, unfazed by any threats. “And I won’t allow that. The better question is, is this a fight that you want?”
“They are clearly more qualified due to the fact the others are are dead,” he said bluntly. “You fight your war to save the world, but you fail to notice that things will correct itself on it’s own terms. There must always be some ruler of hell – not everyone makes it to those nice gates up above and no one wants to. Ever read that shit-show of a holy text? No one would make it into heaven – not with the old laws or the new ones.” Not that Ky had actually read it fully. Maybe years ago he did once, but now… all he had was vague and scattered memories about the text.
“It’s a simple trade; you lead me in the right direction and we can both go on with our lives.” It was a hopeful prospect, but one evenKy knew had a low chance of possibly working. still, he was at least going to attempt to be decent… even if every fiber of his being urged him to attack the other out of pure spite. “What do you say?”
His hand skimmed along bruised and broken skin, a blinding light glowing from his fingertips and winding down into the wounds, stitching them closed. “ Do you know how much pain a body can withstand before it breaks? “
His tone was light, almost conversational… even as the light faded. And his hands closed around the hilt of a crimson stained knife, once more. “ I do. It’s an impressive amount. And with healing inbetween sessions like this, we can stretch that even further… perhaps even indefinitely. —– But, what about the mind? “ The tip of blade was traced up his captive’s arm, up over the binds restraining them, resting just below their chin, pressing just hard enough to prick skin… to draw the tiniest bead of blood welling up against it. “ That’s where the true question lies. Some have cracked in minutes. Others, hours. Days. There have been a few who’ve lasted weeks. ——- All you have to do is tell me what I want to know, and I’ll stop. You’ll be free to go. But, until then… well, I have eternity, but how long can you stand this?“
This wasn’t the first time he found himself in a situation like this, but it was the only one in memory where he felt this powerless. Torture was what happened; even more so when someone (meaning Ky’lar) didn’t keep up to ‘family’ standards. Even so… it didn’t hurt as much as this. Not by a long shot.
So, the half-demon was just a little bit more agitated than usual. He could deal with pain -he had quite a tolerance for it- and blood, but this was something else. His healing wasn’t even working as it should be – so, that spelled bad news. Especially for him.
A hiss escaped his lips as the questions were asked; he could stand this. No, he had to stand this – he was better than this- and now he just had to show it. Somehow and someway… he wouldn’t break. If he did? He’d endure worse than this in Hell and he wasn’t ready to deal with his family yet. Not today.
“As long as it takes.” The answer was firm as his eyes closed tightly. “Hours, days, and even months. As long as it takes.” He was about say ‘do your worst’, but even Ky knew taunting wasn’t going to work in his favor this time around.
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