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Right, wrong, such connotations mattered little to he who’d chosen what side to join, settling for the same lot that Ky had been spending much of his life to escape. How detestable it was to think that he who’d been an Avenger, an idol to men back when the world was young enough to believe unquestionably in powers beyond their tiny sphere of influence could stand to betray such faith placed in him and for what, the chance to become something more than he was right now without his titles or powers? Perhaps Gorr had been right all along; the gods were without fail a truly selfish bunch by their very nature.
“Then don’t,” he intones with all the hostility of a gather thunderstorm. He didn’t need an audience to watch his decline, not as long as Mephisto’s grip still dwelt in his grasp. “Your sympathies are unwarranted. I chose this willingly and of my own accord.” Or so he suspected, at least. The blond hadn’t yet realised that an element of manipulation on the part of Ky’s grandfather had been involved– just enough to sway the unsettled mind of a fallen god seeking validation.
In a way, he’d sold off the last vestiges of what could be viewed as resembling the proud deity he’d once been to accept the devil’s bargain. And, quite keen with the prize he had received as a result, the Odinson holds up his his, showing off what he’d kept in his palm; it was a stone-like relic of some description, drenched in dark power. Those receptive to its malice would shudder in fear, and the very act of holding it had already seen the flesh around it change and become twisted.
And things were only going to get worse from there.
“To think that you can’t stomach what I have become is a fine irony– are you so petty to not acknowledge my efforts to PREVENT the very same from happening to you?” He could see now that doing such was a waste of time. It cleared his conscious, or what little he had left of one to know this, his mind completely unencumbered by the dreadful effects of what he was about to do.
“Too bad. You would’ve been made better had you ACCEPTED this power.” Baring his teeth, Odinson affords Ky one last look at the stone relic before wrapping his fingers around it and crushing it within his grasp. After doing so, he raises his hand to his mouth and consumes the stone’s fragmented remains, per Mephisto’s instruction back when he detailed his disheartening decline.
Sadly, the effects of Odinson doing so were almost immediately apparent. His head is tossed back with a pained yell that soon turns into a contented chuckle as the stone’s influence pervades every inch of his being. His veins are turned black and become more pronounced as he gains an inch and so in height, giving himself fully to this dark gift by allowing himself to be wrapped by it.
Once the change has completed, Odinson’s face is dominated by a look of pure, wicked glee. He could feel strength flowing through every fibre of his being, could feel the static prickle once more at the tips of his fingertips. He was once more the thunderer he claimed to be, only when he goes to summon forth lightning, he does so with his hand, and where before it sported a blue hue, his manifested power was now red hued and considerably more erratic.
“No matter. I’ll GLADLY accept it in your place!”
It was all so wrong.
When Ky found himself worthy, the first thing he did was wish to test himself with the hammer, and see just how far he could go. It wasn’t a fast process, but rather, it was a incredibly slow one.
It took time to realize just what had been going on – not to mention that him wielding the hammer was a greater feet than previously believed. yes, he knew that only a select few could actually hold it, but like this? it almost seemed like a dream.
Almost.
Before long he knew exactly what he had and he wasn’t prone to let it go – no, Thor had lost that chance and right to hold the hammer long ago. It was Ky’s turn to show his worth, but in doing so he had changed.
The anger burnt like a raging fire cooled.
It was more tame now – controlled to the point where Ky’lar could harness what he needed. Not just when he needed it, but also how he needed it to move him forward as well.
Thor may have chosen this fate willingly, but Ky knew fully well that there was another part at play here – his Grandfather no doubt has his hands in this. It wasn’t clear at first, but by the other’s words and now actions? It was as clear as the sun.
The game the two of them played was quickly coming to a climax and where Ky had been making a turn for being truly a hero ( if one could use that term ), Thor had gone the complete other direction.
Right into Mephisto’s loving arms.
The very thought of the matter made him close to the point of being physical ill. True, this wouldn’t have happened if Ky was standing on the other side, and knew that it all could have been his.
It was what he wanted after-all; the throne, the validation, and the power. To be more than just the Son of Blackheart, and be far more respected. It was a want that he never would obtain now; lost on him the moment he realized the true extent of what Thor was becoming.
What he could have been. A terrible, but fearsome force – something that was everything Ky ever wanted.
However, now that he had seen Thor’s true transformation, and acceptance of the offer… things changed. It occurred to him that maybe he could use this to his advantage; if he could defeat Thor, maybe he could not just prove he was worthy, but prove his worthiness to his Grandfather.
It was a risky ploy, but one that he was going to go through with. That way, maybe he’d have a chance to save Thor even though there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind to throw the hammer down and join him – no, the both of them.
“We’d still be in the same place, Unworthy one.” His tone remained stern – even if Ky knew that deep down he didn’t want this to happen. That he didn’t want to face off against what he could be – no, should have been.
“Our sides would have just been changed.” Or, more importantly, Ky would have been like Thor was, bit in his mind… vasty different. If he had chosen this path, he would have been far stronger yes, but he doubted any human resemblance would have been left over. That way, Ky could have fully left his humanity behind, but that fate was long gone ( or so he thought ).
“But the one thing that would be the same,” he said, letting his grip loosened on the Hammer; just enough so he barely held the handle as he took a step closer. “You’ll never beat me.”
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