fryordie‌:

“Consider your warning noted! I will…consider it as I close in on this ghost for the killing stroke!” So he was a dangerous sort– why should it matter? Thor had an equally, if not more horrifying reputation associated with this name, the sole difference being that he had not slaughtered a god in quite some time, though he supposes Zeus’ bastard is still sufficently suited for this dark purpose.

“A hero, you say? I like that term!” Such a word broaches a slasher-like smile, bright blue hues waxing with terrible menace as he digests the term and its connotations. He’d seen a few heroes rise and curry favour with their mortal brethren. Individuals who, luck favoured, were afforded the honour of having the rune forms of their names be inscribed upon unmarked stone for all of time.

“Quite right you are, mortal. Those with claims to divinity hold more influence over these lands than your petty  intellect can grasp. We need only to look to the fallen greek pantheon for what may transpire when gods die and the chaos their element goes through when robbed of an envoy on Midgard.”

From what Ky’lar knew of the Ghost, he was not just dangerous, but determined. A reason he wanted to stay as  far away from the other as possible. Lending aid could be  the same as helping – it was a thin-line, but hopefully one he’d be able to walk this time around.

“I can grasp things just fine,” he said bluntly. “Gods live and die – whatever they make doesn’t die, but wilts away as they do. Be it power or even influence.” In Ky’s case, he’d have rather been back home -away from this chaos-, but he wasn’t ready to return there yet. Maybe once this little spat with the Ghost was over, but even then… it was doubtful. 

“Heroic actions make you a hero in the minds of true mortals. A villain such as the Ghost could be a hero to many; taking down the Gods as if they were little more than sticks.” he could have said more – much more in-fact, but Ky didn’t exactly think it was necessary for the moment. “This Ghost of Sparta won’t be easy to defeat or even kill. If he’s taken down one series of Gods…what makes you think you’ll do any better?”

ky is a child. it doesn’t matter how many years he spends in hell (considering time moves differently there than on earth in most instances) or earth. he will still be technically ‘considered’ a child for a very long time.
he just will never admit it to anyone.

hellfirebound:

                       ❝ at the risk of sounding exactly like my father…
                                          I LIKE IT HERE AND I’M NOT GOING BACK! ❞ 

                                             ky’lar richardson | prince of hell / son of blackheart

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Ruin


What had she REALLY been expecting? Their relationship had issues from the FIRST day – thinking it would end on DECENT terms was asking too much for the woman that had her entire life marked by TORTURE. 

It made sense that the ONLY solid relationship would be with the most UNSTABLE man out there. 

“LEAVE, Ky,” she repeated, not willing to throw another insult to add burn to an already broken relationship.

He knew he should have simply LEFT. Cut his losses and MOVED on. It wouldn’t have been hard, but he  was DIFFICULT. 

“Mmm, let me think about that.” A moment passed, another, and then another. He then snorted. “ Yeah, no. Give me a REASON  to.”

fraterred‌:

    “ Guess we should get matching shirts. Make it real official. ”

  “ Now, that would be fun wouldn’t it? You and me – matching shirts to take on the world.” A pause. “Or destroy it.” Either option actually sounded good to him at the moment.

It was a great question, but one he wasn’t about to answer. Not directly at least. Pinning the Spider to the wall was easy, but keeping him there? That was something else entirely. “Let’s just say… it is a bad idea, but i’ll make the most of it. Unless, you’d rather be doing something else.”

//  @wcbs  xxx