“You’ve reached Cassie’s soul removal services. How can I help you achieve your ultimate death?”
“When I called,” he said, making sure that he pressed the speaker phone option, “I hoped you’d be in a good mood – I need a little help and no, I don’t plan on dying anytime soon.”
The strength in the demon’s jab is enough to force him back, staggering. Size certainly was on the other’s size, in addition to strength and overall appearance. This being frighted Brock, which only added to the humiliation he feels after making such sources. Dammit, Eddie, remember the golden rude of your trade; objectivity is a myth but fairness is a must. You need to warn him!
“I already told you, man! It’s the lord of the Abyss! The god of the symbiotes. It’s Knull!” Decrying that name as though it were a curse upon his tongue, he grimaces in his frustration, moving closer to losing his patience. At the same time he could feel the living being he shared a body with react instinctively to his words. The Klyntar may think of humans as nothing but edible resources, but they did know fear. And it was all directed towards the progenitor of their race.
“Everything will get wiped out! All of it! We can’t let that happen.”
“You,” he said, arms folding across his chest, “You can’t let that happen.” Ky wasn’t going to get involved in this; not unless he had an absolute and valid reason to do so. If he didn’t, he could get involved, and wind up fighting off several forces at once; he wasn’t going to go into this situation blind.
“It’s your other’s God,” he said sharply, “I i believe that’s a you issue.” Instead of saying more along those lines, Ky moved a clawed finger under Eddie’s chin. “If this lord of the Abyss poses a threat… i’m sure there are many who’d be willing to fight against it.” Or not, Ky didn’t actually care – not about this God. Not when he didn’t have a valid reason to do anything about it.
“—-not me.” Not ever, but that could change. “I’m not a hero.”
“in my experience, you don’t punch whatever comes out of a portal.” granted, he always had… violent entrances, but this? it was worse than the last time this happened. a volcano he could handle. this? not so much. “and no – who even sue’s people anymore? it’s not like…” a shake of his head. “what the hell is a iron fist anyways?”
“ okay, but here’s an idea. we do anything but that because your plan idea is the worst thing i’ve ever heard. ”
“ going in, killing everyone, and taking what’s needed is a fairly decent plan.” a pause. “just as long as no one survives or what have you. besides, it’s not like there an army between us and it.”
there was only so much one person could take before they cracked (sometimes for good). the son of blackheart was on the verge of one such situations; the last few weeks had been unnerving. well constructed norms (formed over years) had fallen into memory.
what he’d been working towards (something better than what he was) was shoved to the very recesses of his mind. why should he care when no one else did? he was the sum of not just his mistake, but the one that made him as well.
suffice to say… he was having a bad month.
“not really in the mood for company, ” he said, glaring in the other’s general direction. “or anything.”
“So… Pizza or Mexican? One would mean getting up – the other doesn’t.” Not that Ky actually needed to eat, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself once in a while.
Hellfirebound 