of course ky would lower himself into tracking down thor personally. if he had a choice, someone else would have been used, and then he’d find the god. the only problem was he already his family on his back – he didn’t need anyone else on there either. not until a few things were ultimately taken care of. a reason to why he came to visit – if he was in a better mood, he could have just talked. though, ky rarely was in good moods these days, and he decided to do the next best thing to get the attention of the thunderer. “THOR!” he practically yelled at the top of his lungs. “you have five seconds or the boat gets it!”
As jarring as that possibility was, it was worth considering. Working proactively had, after all, saw him put an end to the soothsaying jotun giants before their prophetic visions could weave a displeasing tale. By rights, the same logic should thus apply to the one known as Kratos, too. A ghostly thorn in the side of the aesir gods.
“I must admit, your advice is sound. Though the matter of carrying it out may prove…problematic.” It wasn’t as though there was much that could be researched on Kratos, at least not this far north. The passage of time, as well as his reputation for killing the majority of individuals who had earned his acrimony had the additional effect of seeing his name and legacy omitted from scrolls, tableaus and various other forms of media used by the ancient mortals to record their pitiful take on the life and times of the gods.
“He is not someone who is bespoken for. What gods knew of him fell at his hands, and there are no more humans left alive that can speak of the time he spent as a man living amongst mortals. So you can see the type of…quandary that I find myself at odds with.”
“There are far more ways to find out about a person than asking questions,” he said bluntly. “The gods may be dead, but he isn’t – is he?” Oh, Ky was starting to get at something, but he wasn’t about to voice his thoughts on the matter. No, he’d let that come out in time, and while his plan may be sound? He wasn’t going to voice it to Thor.
Getting involved with Gods ( especially one’s like the one before him ) spelled bad news. Even more so since Ky had strict orders to not get involved with them. If his family knew about this little chat? Well, he’d be dragged back ‘home’ quicker than he could say ‘sorry’ ( more or less ).
“All men, even Gods such as yourself can die – It’s all a matter of apply the right pressure.” A pause. “From what i know of the Ghost of Sparta, he’s defied fate several times over, and doesn’t take kindly to threats against himself or his twisted sense of family.”
Harkening to the transformed one’s challenge, Thor descends from a cloudless sky, cape billowing at his back as he did so. Feet glancefully touching against the ground, he took pride in never one to turn down a chance to engage in battle, no matter the pettiness of such a conflict’s intent. One glance at Ky, his real self revealed, tells the revived thunderer that such applied to his opponent too– fighting for the sheer sake of battle, rather than to achieve a specific goal or intent. “Do you often yell at nothing like a fool?” Speaking off-hand, Thor’s old habits were beginning to reemerge now that the storms were yet his to command again– one of which being his desire to mock those who dared to fight him. “Come then, demon. You’ll soon learn the length of the distance that stands between us in terms of sheer might alone.”
Fighting for the shear sport of it was something the demon rarely did. Usually, he always had a specific intent for when he fought. Most of the time it was to cure those urges of his, but there were other’s where he needed to affirm just who – if not what- he was. This time around, Ky was fighting for the sport of fighting itself. No one wanted to fight him in his Grandfather’s realm as they always let him win. So, as much as he thought he was getting better? It wasn’t enough – even though he still hated formal training ( even though he was attempting to drag himself to it now and again ). “i knew you’d come,” he said, arms folding across his chest, “An’ there is no distance – you’re under me, Thor. Just like everyone else.” No, Ky wasn’t going to attack yet – he’d work the God up for a while, and then he’d make his move. “You just have to accept that.”
“THOR!” being in his true form wasn’t easy on him – let alone for his own mental state. still, ky was not going to let this little mood of his pass. he knew there was only one person ( or god ) who could state his thirst for battle. so, there he was, not even bothering about his looks in the middle of nowhere yelling into the sky. “FIGHT ME!”
Though his hand throbbed in complaint after the fact, his punch had connected, te jab from a sour deity brought continually lower by this friend and his family. To fight Ky here served no purpose than to escalate matters, and there was no better example of a statement of intent as a punch to someone’s face.
Rather shockingly however, the man didn’t drop to the floor, as he had seen many a plucky fighter sent before him do when he used his strength. Worse than that, Ky lifted his head afterwards, revealing much by doing so. Ah, that explains why, thinks the Odinson as Ky charges, more mindless beast than tactful human.
And that loss of humanity would serve the turned demon ill, a reckless savage that the blond could deal with without stockpiling any hint of remorse. Losing the advantage of height as Ky’s dark nature manifested itself in deadly claws and a mane of spikes, Odinson bends his knees slightly to dodge the manic swipes of sharp fingers.
Not stopping there, he then catches each of demon ky’s hands by the wrist, wrenching each limb sideways to leave exposed his chest and head. Jaws clamped tightly together, the unworthy one waits for the space of a heartbeat before stepping closer, swing his head as he did so that his skull collided with demon Ky, intending to stagger him. Demonstrating asgardians were nothing if not hard headed.
the demon’s own rage was in control now; swiping left and right – even managing to get a slight kick in ( and failing ). he enjoyed every second of it; the anger, the rage, and the pure excitement of it all. oh, he’d give anything for a good fight – even more so if he could fight on even ground.
he knew the other was in a disadvantage, but that didn’t concern him. truth be told, the only thing that did was making sure thor was ripped apart, and his anger stated. only then, would ky be able to at least be able to function half-way decently.
until that moment, he growled; trying to get in another blow – something to make the unworthy one bleed and then he was caught. both of his arms were in the god’s hands and he let out a deep hiss; teeth clenched together as their eyes narrowed.
a thought crossed their mind to attempt to bite them right in the face, but before it could be anything more than a passing fancy there was a hit. it quite honestly staggered him back several feet as the skull collided right with his chest. it send a massive shock through his system – one that he wouldn’t soon forget as they let out a large roar.
one , that was a simple warning, and a threat- this fight wasn’t over yet. not by a long shot.
The offer to duel– to the death, most likely– had been exchanged between them both so often that its mention nowadays hardly triggered a reaction from the blond. No concern nor outrage bloomed in the moments after its airing; what prevailed was a species of muted disappointment, chagrined to see Ky stuck tightly to old ways and habits.
“…No, not this time. I refuse to fight you.”
“- what?” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing; couldn’t believe he’d been denied this request of his. “did i hear that right?” of course he did, but ky had to make sure ( if only for his own ego ). “you refuse to fight me?” it seemed a bit surreal, but still – he wasn’t going to let that stop him. “am i not good enough anymore?” truth be told, he could have gone into more detail about the why, but what was the point? he was more in disbelief that thor wouldn’t fight him than anything else.“or are you finally realizing i’ll win every single time?”
In trying to reclaim his lost worth, Thor’s efforts ended in failure. Mjolnir, its enchantments the source of much vexation for the blond had been obliterated, and with its destruction did his chance to prove himself evaporate. Forevermore to be known as the unworthy one, it was a stigma that he had grown to embrace, accepting it as though it formed part of what he had now become– a revived god, for which lightning once again answered his summons.
If he took any measure of satisfaction in dealing the opening punch in this fight, Thor didn’t show it. Instead, he waits for Ky to recover, standing in the same spot as arcs of lightning surged from the hammer up along his golden arm, coiling around it on occasion. “Not hardly.” He boasts, not intentionally meaning to do so but offering no apology when it slipped forth all the same.
To say that the tables had changed between them was an understatement; this incarnation of the Odinson, garbed in black and gold with a familiar, winged helm in place and a long cloak strung from did not resemble the downtrodden, axe-wielding brute from before. Thor had faced that haunting shadow and buried it within himself, wishing to start a new chapter.
And it began with defeating the half-breed that tormented him from before.
Slowly, he starts to rotate his left hand, reluctant to leave go of the golden mallet due to the fear that, should he drop it once more, he may not be able to kick it back up. Because of this, when he does decide to stop and throw, it drags the rest of his body along for the ride; a rapidly, fast moving projectile poised to bowl Ky by his passing over and over again, for as many times as he cared to rise and stand.
Such is the animosity felt by this formally humbled god of thunder.
first he’d have to rip that hammer out of the unworthy one’s hands. to prove that ky would always be above the former god.
for a moment, he could taste that sweet satisfaction on his lips; to bring down thor to his own level. to show a god what it was like to be less than everyone else.
it was a moment that lasted just as much as one. the tables had changed; thor had his power back and ky? he was still the same as before. there was no change. he still had his tricks, his cruelty, and his malice. time… had made him worse.
far worse it would seem as a deep growl escaped his lips the moment he was slammed to the ground. getting up – only be knocked down again. no, he wasn’t going to play by those rules. not for a second. not when he could turn the tables.
“fight me in my true form then.” a pause, hand moving to grip the ground he was on tightly as if for some sort of support. “— unless, you can’t handle me at full power?” not that ky cared exactly. all he wanted was a decent fight were ky could take the upper hand and obliterate the thunderer, but there was doubt he’d even get that. he was just… too out of shape( even more so since he kept refusing to train despite his family’s best efforts ).
what he knew about the dark elves was just from stores; until thor, he didn’t even believe they existed. then again, ky didn’t believe in many things through-out his life. it was just a matter of trial, error, and finding out exactly what he was made of ( sometimes quite literally ).
“they don’t seem all that bad.” then again – neither did ky on most days. at least, when he had his senses about them. “maybe you just don’t know how to get through to them.” his own version of a jest, but all the same, ky knew fully well that anything – including thor – could be dangerous if the right set of circumstances happened.
“either way,” he said, arms folding firmly across his chest, “it looks like you have this handled.” not that ky couldn’t help thor – he just enjoyed watching the god fight. not to mention the son of blackheart was jotting down mental notes in his mind just incase they ever came to serious blows.
Prepared to entertain a certain level of resistance to his claims, for it felt as though Ky was predisposed to disagreeing with him at every hurdle encountered, when he hears him renounce his human heritage it becomes an issue that Thor cannot help but show his discontent for.
“Be that as it may, it does not give you licence to kill humans.”
A brave rebuff, but he doesn’t maintain momentum by bothering to uphold his position on the matter. Worn down, Thor’s shoulders sagged, the corners of his mouth turning downwards as he reached the final stretch of his attempts to dispel the other’s negativity; a task akin to moving through muck, for all who cared to try. “Clearly you are as selective with your hearing as you are with focusing your attention.” There was no gainsaying the flat certainty that Ky’lar was unlike the others. And whilst he could acknowledge the fact that the implicated half-breed was not of sound mind when committing the murders, the blond was still stubborn enough to believe that he was not beyond help.
“I want to help you, Ky’lar, should you permit me to do so.”
“i don’t need your help!” the truth was, he did – far more than he would ever admit, but that was the obvious. whatever trust ky had with thor, he wasn’t going to put his ‘life’ in the other’s hands – maybe he would if the moment called for it, but now? not really. it just wasn’t what he wanted to do.
“people die every-day, thor. what if i kill – no, slaughter a few hundred? it’s nothing in the longer scheme of things. nothing!” actually, it was – truth be told, ky had killed far more than just a few hundred in his life-time. he didn’t even remember them; all he knew was it helped kill the urge that was right under his skin at times.
“humans are weak and fragile. they die with-out any effort on my part. say a few words, put on a show, and they bow.” not that it mattered to ky – if he wanted to, he’d take over a realm for himself, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. maybe if he had more control, but for now? all it would amount to is being stuck in a cage in his grandfather’s realm for several years.
“it might not give me licence to kill them, but they are easy prey. if i had access to other worlds, don’t you think i’d go to them? i’m stuck here – either in my grandfather’s realm or here. there is no in-between. not even if i wanted to.” oh, there were ways, but he just didn’t feel like going about them.
One to differ, Thor felt tempted to challenge the man over making that point, that yes, as inadvisable as it sounded, he had wished to see Ky’s worst cast if to prove that he was prepared to deal with it. He was thus quick to speculate that this rebuff of assistance, whilst not unexpected, was done out of fear moreso than anything else. Illogical behaviour that reflected a soul in turmoil.
But then, their talk took a sharp turn down a corridor he did not wish to explore; Ky’s life, left in his hands. “Ky’lar, I–” Cutting himself short, the blond’s mouth would open, close, then open again, all without sound. His word, should he choose to give it, held a kind of currency that went far and beyond the worth a promise made by a mortal would hold.
“Very well. Should such action be necessary, I will intervene, if to respect your wish. But only then.”
ky wished he could say that it would never be necessary. then again, he wished many things didn’t happen, but here he was – on the verge of losing himself to his own urges. his own darkness that he couldn’t control – not even if he attempted to do so.
each time, things got worse, and he feared that he’d never be able to come back from whatever he truly was. the only problem was ky didn’t realize ( or he didn’t truly understand ) that it was part of him. his other half wasn’t just a beast – it was him. he just distanced himself from it as…. it was easier to play it off his own inability to resit temptations in that state.
“it will be.” more than likely not – ky didn’t yet realize he’d have more control over himself in that form, but to do so… he’d have to accept every part of himself. accept that he’d eventually have to chose between what he wanted to be and that eventually there would be no in between points. it was something he wasn’t ready for – didn’t think he’d ever be ready for, but he’d eventually have to be ( more or less).
either way, he ran his hands through his hair, and he tried to focus; maybe that way he’d be able to get through this with-out too much damage. though, the reality was doubtful – very doubtful. “It will be necessary,” he said, eyes closing tightly as he let that mortal facade slip away; finally giving into what he’d been fighting to become. “- it always is.”
Hellfirebound 