“And it will stay that way.” He mused out lowly, “You need to remember that the only one that matters is myself. No one else and what to know why?” His right hand moved to grip the other’s chin tightly, “I say so, Caleb.”
“Does evil ever sleep?” Ky doubted it as he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, “Look, I don’t need your help in this, and you can go fly off somewhere else. Just let me be.”
“Does it really matter why? No one cares. Even if they did at one point, I broke all those bridges long ago, and i’m not in the mood to rebuild them. Ever.”
“You do know that I don’t care,” it was an instant response that came out more angered than anything else, “Right?”
“You thought wrong.” His words came out harsher
than he thought, but all the same, he didn’t try to
correct himself, “We don’t.”
The demon should have been paying more attention. Should have known that Marrick would have taken the chance the shove the blade right into his chest, and twist it.
It was only payback for their several fights and even Ky knew that much. Knew that eventually everything would come to a head again. This time, however, he was simply too late to stop it, and it was quite clear that he wasn’t ready for this either.
“Fuck… you.” It was the only words that could come out as he leaned against the back of the wall with a grunt, “Didn’t even hurt.” Though, the reality of the matter was it did hurt, but he wouldn’t admit that. At least… not to Marrick.
“For one, you’re an Angel.” He wanted to go into other reasons, but instead, he decided to make things as quick to the point as possible. “Secondly, shouldn’t you be on someone else’s shoulders? I’m not your bloody charge nor, anyone else’s.”
“Did you forget what I was for a moment?” Even if Ky wasn’t a Demon, there would be no doubt that he would be the same. Just as rude, just as temperamental, and of course, just as cocky.
“Demon part aside, i’m a dick to everyone. Even the one’s that i call friend.”
He wanted to say that this wasn’t expected. That his prized pet wouldn’t actually turn on him, but that wasn’t reality. They were always at each other’s throats and it was only a matter of time before this happened.
Ky was fooling with an old book, one that he had stolen for his own amusement, and he wouldn’t let Caleb even touch it. Not that the Demon cared about that the other did – as long as it didn’t mess with his plans – too much, but at the same time, this was important.
So important that he was willing to make sure that the book didn’t fall into the hands of anyone besides himself. A reason it had been under lock and key — until Ky decided to give it another look over.
One thing lead to another and soon enough he found himself with an old blade stuck right in his left shoulder. It should have known leaving out things would cause Caleb to eventually strike at him and it was another reason he was going to use the chains again when he got the chance.
“You should learn to stop while you’re ahead, Caleb.” His words came out far more calmer than he expected, but not with-out his own version of malice, “You won’t live to do this again.”
Being stabbed right in the chest wouldn’t do much usually. His body, as much as it was his own, was still simply a vessel, and given enough time, he could repair it.
Yet, the problem came into play with the blade. It had been dipped in holy water and covered in salt. For most Demons, they would have either screamed, or simply laughed about it. They already served their time on the rack to know that pain wouldn’t do much to hurt them, but they usually got sent back to hell shortly after.
For Ky, all it did was make him annoyed. If not for the pain, for the man who was holding it. A hunter, one of the few people who could track, and send his kind back to where they belonged.
Of course, he wasn’t going to let that happen. Not when so much was on the line already,“That the best you can do?” The words, for the most part, were said through gritted teeth, “You want answers? Try harder.”
// @youdietonight – John Winchester
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