“I’m using you.”

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IT WASN’T A SURPRISE that he was being used.
in-fact, it was downright PREDICTABLE at this point
in time. a reason to why his eyes LOWERED for a few
moments TO PROCESS THIS INFORMATION. he was
being USED, it was USUAL, but it still HURT the part
that was still HUMAN inside of him.

TYPICAL,” and it was in his mind, “what do you
NEED ME FOR THEN
?”

“I know you’ll never love me.”

she was right, he never could truly love her. not when every fiber of his being was at a total war. sometimes, he could win for a while, and be kind. other times… he just gave into the chaos and ripped everyone around him apart. 

it didn’t matter who he cared for or even what they meant to him. it was the same story several times over. only this time, he was willing to at least fight for someone…. even if he didn’t think he deserved them.

 “do you want me to leave?” he only asked the question as he wasn’t entirely sure if he should just go or not. of course, if he did, ky would make sure she never saw him again. it was better that way anyways… better for everyone and it wouldn’t be the first time it happened. nor the last.

“if you’re this…” he didn’t even know how to get the proper words together. “…i’m sorry. i can’t be… what you want. “ a pause, “just… if it’s what you want… i’ll leave. no questions asked and no coming back.”

“You’re cutting off my circulation !!!”

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he should have kept himself under control, but there was always so much rage in him. when he got angry, he got violent, and it was close to impossible for anyone to snap him out of that rage. 

this time around, it was triggered simply by a few words said at the wrong time. usually, he could brush things off around her, but that wasn’t this moment in time. no, he let himself fall into the very rage he was trying to control, and he already could feel his fingers closing even further around her neck.

“i fail to see how that’s my problem.” rather, he failed to see why it mattered when he couldn’t even focus on anything real. let alone who he was actually strangling. 

“ leave me alone. I’m busy. “

there was a reason he hated his own kind; demons always were busy or working on some scheme. not that he could really complain — he had pulled enough of them in his lifetime to know that sometimes failure was the only option. not to mention that interrupting a demon nine out of ten times was dangerous, but that didn’t mean that it would stop ky. in all reality, it just meant that he would have to press forward — just for his own personal amusement.

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“right, don’t care.” it was simply the facts — being truthful was always harsher than not, but then again. lying was only useful when the truth wouldn’t get him what he personally wanted.