“A demon after my own heart, truly.” An echo of laughter, a choice made with hesitation of course, but a fair enough choice all the same. Ky’lar was a demon sure, one of fair standing as well, but still Blackheart rooted around and gazed into the mind of the other. He knew the answers to these questions were he to ask them of himself, and if he were to dig around further inside the ‘boy’s’ mind, then surely he’d know his answers as well. But still he asks.
“What would you do for the status you seek, Ky’lar?” Blackheart knew what he’d do, what he’d done, and how he’d continue to pursue. He knew that in time he would be his father’s assassin and in truth so did his father. A mocking form of paternal guidance, where he intentionally tried to train the maker of his own demise by repeatedly humiliatingly defeating him.
“Take a guess.” Oh, there were many deplorable things he would do to obtain what he wanted. All he needed was the right push and the right time. He would do them – there was no doubt about that, but he preferred to stay on the sidelines until the time was right.
That way, he wouldn’t bring far too much attention to himself, and he could keep building up what he needed. Though, the point of it was that he was far less powerful than he believed – especially when he came across some of the more heavy hitters. The only reason he survived this long was due to the fact he was able to outwit others… if just barely. “If it takes me closer to my goal… i’ll do it.”
Arms lay flat at his sides and all those pointed sharp quills stand on full end with his fists clenched into tightly balled fists. The features of his minimalist face, once briefly contorted in frustration ease, and the snap of his fingers has another lifeless husk of a man preparing him another goblet to replace the spilled and lost one. “This was to be a punishment.” He thinks aloud, eyes drifting to the casino floor visible through his office’s one way mirror– “I have worked hard to build it into something that would work more in my favor than my foolish father’s. The souls that come here, belong to me– And I will not have you come here, implying I do nothing.” An accusatory finger, claw and all, is pointed at the smaller demon, before the arm falls back to his side. “What is it you want, truly? Not just here and now, but in the scheme of things, hm? Power, status, freedom from the shackles of Hell’s servitude? What is it?”
This was one of the few times the Demon should have kept his mouth shut and head down. If he did so, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten himself into a situation that made the hair on his back of his neck stand on it’s ends, but then again he always was a slow learner. In truth keeping his head down should have been easy, but Ky always somehow managed to let his curiosity … even if he knew it wasn’t the best choice of actions.
Still, the question that was posed presented quite a rare opportunity. More importantly, he knew that he needed to give a (half-way) decent answer, and for that very reason he hesitated. Not much, but just enough to where it showed through. “Status, ” no, he would never be free – maybe at one point he had the choice, but not now. Not when he lacked the ability to make a decision he could stick to. “Among other things.”
Deep red eyes narrow at the smaller demon, and insulted hand casts the goblet to the floor at the other’s feet. “As if you know any of what I do! I’m basking in the sins of man that I have created within them. Their greed, their avarice, their lust for wealth and power. It fuels me and makes me all the more powerful. You know this. I thrive and grow stronger from the sins and misdeeds of men, and Las Vegas is the sin city, the den of all misdeeds. The place I feel my power grow to its strongest.”
Taking a hesitant step back as the goblet was thrown at his feet was done out of habit. Fear was also mixed in as well – if only slightly. He should have kept his mouth shut, said his short piece, and left. Then again, the demon always had to open their mouth, and get into trouble. “Oh, I do,” he said, trying to cover his ass as he took another step back ( again out of the same habit of fear ). “I really do.”
Such vile loathsome insubordination– If Blackheart could find himself in the grips of a traditional grin, he would be. The towering presence of the Son of Hell rises to his feet, the slight hunch to his simply massive figure not detracting at all from his height. Those beaming red eyes sliding away, to gaze elsewhere, perhaps to the floor outside the room, filled with people selling their life away. “Well you are here bothering me, so truly it must be important– You know I am busy tainting and tempting the souls of men. So, what is it you need, then?” With a faint motion of his wrist, he stirs the contents of his goblet about before indulging in it, gaze shifting back to the demon.
He would hardly call sitting around and tempting souls busy. Not that he would ever voice his true thoughts of the matter to anyone – let alone Blackheart themselves. Still, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t at least ‘poke the bear’ in his own way. “If you’re so busy, why does it look like your doing nothing?” A slight grin spread across his lips as he took a step forward. “Either way? Let’s just say I thought I would drop on by.” More importantly, since he was in the area, it was only proper… or so he thought anyways.
He sits upon a throne of bone and ruin, holding in one hand a goblet of viscous red liquid, and legs crossed as he watches the other demon make his presence known. Truly he could not look anymore extra than he did precisely in this moment. “What is it you want? I’m in the middle of something.” No, no he wasn’t, he was just enjoying the peace and quiet of his casino– People giving in to all the misdoings of their greed and avarice just made him feel positively bubbly.
Maybe if Ky’lar waited a while longer, he would have came at a decent time, but as per-usual, he always managed to catch everyone in the middle of something. It didn’t matter of they were busy or otherwise as it was always not the right time or worse… they just didn’t want anyone showing up. Still, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t try; he was here after-all. “Do you expect me to have a full list or are you really that busy?”
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