to walk the halls of Hell was left to beings so much lower than he; he made his own place in its farthest beating heart of hearts && his own perception of reality within the cage, and allowed others to rule his creations. As long as they remained LOYAL he did not care of their petty wars && power struggles – as it is in their nature to ever reach closer to the ceiling && seak out the height of their existence. It is in their nature, because it is in Lucifer’s nature to seek ever higher to the heavens && take what is rightfully his.
He raises a hand, a finger pointing to him, and holds it for a moment – two. “You’ve been keeping your head down? Color me impressed.” His shoulder rolls, and he drops his hand, squaring his feet to face him. “Shouldn’t they all be scared of you, big bad wolf?”
“newer generations don’t seem to think anything scares them.” at least in most cases. killing demons worked, but more took their place. torture didn’t even seem to get through their thick heads at times. so, ky did what he did best, and worked with what he had. lying could get him far; an intimidation of power proved incredibly well, but it even had it’s… limitations.
“try as might… things haven’t been easy.” or, he was going about it the wrong way. a show of power could go far, but getting noticed was another thing. at least in his mind. “keeping my head down these days just seems to be the best option.” more or less.
the usual excuses that was used in reference to why he avoided hell was that he was busy. however, anyone that truly familiar with him knew the truth; he wasn’t ready to face it. not again. not after the stunts he had pulled and most certainly when he knew that things wouldn’t get better the moment he was forced back.
still, it wasn’t like he could avoid it now, and even he knew that he had to face his mistakes – including failures sooner or later. he just wished he had more time to prepare something more than one words that he knew wouldn’t be taken well. a reason to why he decided the best way forward was to just go with it and hope… he came out of everything alive ( if his existence could even be called such a thing ).
“to be quite fair,” he said, arms crossing over his chest. “i don’t see it as really that bad. ‘sides i’ve been keeping my head down.” mostly.
Hellfirebound 