“this is why i don’t do relationships anymore,” he said bluntly. “they don’t like blood, or the way i dress, or they just want to send me back to hell.”
“i don’t really see wanting to kill my father such a big deal. i mean, it’s not like i really care for him or… anything like that.”
“can you believe i, ky’lar richardson, son of blackheart, grandson of mephisto, have done no wrong in my entire life?”
