he wasn’t expecting anything to be place on his head. then again, ky didn’t exactly mind either as he let out a deep sigh. “is this your way of telling me i need something on my head?”
“i like to call it a passing fancy.” truth be told, it did more than follow him; death and ky went hand in hand most days. anything to cure that little itch under his skin, that urge to take out his own anger on anything he could get his hands on, and while it sometimes passed… it always came back. something that he never quite understood. not truly at least. “sometimes i can go quite a while with out having blood on my hands.” though, that was rare. very rare.
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should she have been? possibly. he was alive, but far too much like his father – no, he was worse than that. still, was she proud? no, not happy either, but he wasn’t her problem. not anymore – no, it was long past that point. if dee wanted, she could wash her hands of him, but for some reason she still thought he was her responsibility… maybe he would always be. she just didn’t think of it as anything important here or even now. “– no. i’m not.”
the admission almost made him burst out laughing. she thought he’d never hurt her? she was absolutely wrong!!! it wouldn’t take much – not even for ky to end her life. he could rip her apart without even thinking about it.
oh, it would be rich. tear her apart!!! piece by piece even. drag her soul down to hell too!!! it would be such a fitting end to her. he might even get some sort of commendation as well!! it would be so easy… so very easy.
however, even ky knew all actions would have a consequence. he might not have cared about ghosts, but if her father knew about what he’d done? well, he had no doubt he’d have to face him… one way or another.
still, he let a light grin spread across his lips as he moved to run his fingers under her chin. oh, he’d keep up this facade a bit longer. pretend to care a bit longer. then he would strike. that was what demons did.
“and i won’t… i really won’t.”
he could have said many things, but instead, he simply moved to run his right hand through her hair. truth be told, he didn’t either, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make the most out of what he had. well, most days at least. “all i need you to do,” he said, voice lowering just to a whisper. “is let me take care of everything, liv. you point me in their direction and i’ll take them out.”
“well, to each their own.” even though, he usually ended up trying to kill someone during that time… or what have you. “though, i’ve never done anything wrong – not on asgard.”
“i’m quite sure there are other’s who could fit into that category.” of course, ky was just being modest. he knew he looked good; always the best dressed when he wanted to be. still, it was rare to hear anyone ever compliment him. “– and i wouldn’t even call myself a demon on most days.”
“— you mean KILL? what is this CHILL?” he replied, tone DRIPPING with sarcasm.
“am i now? it’s not like i’ve tried to cause the end of the world lately.” a pause. “or anything like that. you know, i can be half-way decent at times, but the worst? not likely.”
“you should care – i could rip you outta that body faster than you could say ‘sorry’.” he should have in all reality. it would have been so much easier, but he couldn’t. not now. at least with a demon in viv she would be relatively safe ( even if he never would say it out loud ). even so… he’d have to set a few ground rules. “so, if i tell you to lay low? you lay low.” a pause. “the girl is mine.” i care too much for her.
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