—— FIGURES , IT HAD BEEN NOTHING BUT A PISS FIT . arrogance was far too human to connect to entities ( or creatures ) like him . entitlement , however , was never human enough to overlook . it seemed to be a vital trait in fact . one evidently passed down a third generation . this was what made john wonder just how far were they willing to turn a blind eye on the HYPOCRITICAL BULLSHIT that was ‘the balance’ . who was monitoring things like these ? or him , at least .
JOHN NODDED IN AGREEMENT,brows arching with a shrug and a hum . “Apple never falls far from the tree, I see.”
THERE WAS ONCE A TIME that ky had ATTEMPTED to change for the better. to not FALL face first into the spiral he found himself in. it was a FOOLISH attempt to save himself – one that LASTED just around six months before he stopped. so easy it was to GIVE IN to his more darker urges; to SLAUGHTER rather than resist. to lose control rather than obtain it.
once, maybe he would have had a STATEMENT to say to that; to DENY that he was anything close to his family. to say he was DIFFERENT than the rest of them. oh, it was a FOOLS dream now, and even ky was starting to see the truth of the matter – he just WOULDN’T admit it.
“yeah, well,” he ran his hands through his hair. “i’m NOT like them.” at least in his mind. “nor will i ever be.” at least that was what he told himself, but the truth was PAINFULLY clear to anyone who actually knew him.
—— THE DISPLEASURE DIDN’T SHOW, but john knew how this would run . the incident had taken some major attention from the media and now the LA PD were scrambling to contain the scene , speculation , and mass panic . ‘They’ll call it something.’ he’d told Chas . They always did. it’ll probably go down as an inexplicable drug induced mass hysteria , or an attempted terrorist attack .
JOHN TOOK MENTAL NOTES ASthe half-breed spoke , blatantly and shamelessly admitting culpability . “You should really stop by around Easter.” the exorcist said , “Good Friday is a kick.” cigarette pressed between lips , a drag of smoke after .
“they’d have to name it bad friday once i was done.” that much was a fact, but the problem was that it would take TOO MUCH EFFORT to cause something that big. it wasn’t like ky had MANY FRIENDS THESE DAYS. he schemed, he betrayed, and he made ENEMIES. far too many to count in reality.
a reason to why he AVOIDED everyone he could and FOCUSED on his own version of AMUSEMENT. sure, he made a scene, but what did it matter? there were hundreds of thousands of people in the world. who cared if a few handfuls DIED? he sure didn’t. “’specially if i’m bored.”
“for the record,” he said, hands slipping into his pockets, “once a demon goes to church it’s a life changing experience. i mean, it’s liberating ya know? saying a few words here – a lie there and soon enough? whole place is murdering each other.” it was fun – really, it was, but he doubted most would agree with it.
Hellfirebound 