“— want to be thrown into a volcano?” not that ky would ever throw thor into one, but he was just simply doing what he always did. throwing out threats because it was easier than anything else. “i hear a few are needing sacrifices lately.”
Parting with ill-meaning term after another, the blond’s choice in vocabulary was decisively poor, luring out into the open the face of the same primal urges he had at so many times in their shared past mocked for forming part of his makeup. For simply being the offspring of a demon, a species that by design no angel nor divine being tolerated.
But what was said could never be taken back, and for his hubris, the fallen thunderer is fed a clubbing blow, jolting his teeth as they rattled in his jaw. For a time– a few seconds perhaps– a numbing sensation took hold, pinpricks of acute soreness sending his thoughts into turmoil from their screamed complaints. At least nothing was broken.
“What makes you believe that a single blow would be enough? That these chains would hold me fast?” To make known his point, the Odinson pulled on his restraints until they reached their full length and then increased their strength. All things had their limits, as did chains formed in the pits of a fiery hell. And he would try desperately to uncover the weak link in the bunch.
“Do not bank on it!” Letting ripping with a good portion of his strength, the blond brandishes his fist and launches it at the transforming Ky in a downwards thrust. Whether it be head or back of neck or otherwise, he didn’t care: as long as it thwarted the boy’s devolution into a monster.
Though, something tells him he was already too late.
if he was in a better mind-set, maybe he could have resisted the transformation; to keep fast the mortal form he clung to. though, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with thor in the usual of ways; fighting with his fists could get him far. yet, his true form would get him further – much more further here than anywhere else. even if he was playing right into mephisto’s hands.
a deep snarl escaped his lips shortly before he was slammed in the head by the other’s strength. for a moment, maybe two there was no noise from him.. as whatever portion of morality he had left… was quickly fading.
that much was quite clear as his head lifted; eyes narrowing right on thor as he lunged forward. no words, no second thoughts on the matter at all, but rather pure feral rage. one, that ky knew many times before, but for now… everything that made ky himself ( besides his rage ) was pushed to the dark recesses of his mind.
no room for talking, no room for petty emotions to get in the way; just a monster that could be considered a child in all instances. that was what he was anyways. a child. a boy who barely had any control over himself. take away that facade of normalcy and humanity – strip away what he clung to and all ky ended up being was an untrained monster. a mistake.
Few words are exchanged in the way of a greeting as Thor, name and honours restored, locates the son of Blackheart and descends, the air rushing past his form causing his cape to flutter in the wind. He had missed the flying, but not half as much as holding that hammer in his hand, even though it was a duplication of the original tool, since sacrificed to destroy the Mangog once and for all. Landing directly before Ky’lar, blue hues aglow with the unbridled power flowing through his veins from holding the golden mallet lock gazes with the other, his intention to wage a fight visible in the set of his broad shoulders and crouched legs. For a moment, Thor’s expression stays serene, once again a god of the storms and lightning until it turns foul; warped by the memories of the torment he had endured at the other’s hand.
Without prompting, he gauges the distance between them, then strikes, belting Ky in the jaw with the might of newly forged uru.
the son of blackheart never thought the unworthy one would ever weld such a weapon again. their fights had been numerous, destructive, and ky made sure to hold nothing back when it came down to it.
all the torment was done due to ky’s own cruelty; his own hatred for the unworthy god. maybe, in another place, ky would have understood just what it was like to lose worth – to lose the very thing that made him whole. though, the possibility of that was slim; ky never felt whole or even felt wanted – not even from his own father.
still, there was no doubt in his mind that he deserved the slam right in the jaw. especially with all the stunt’s he’s pulled. always reaching for more than what he was. not that he could really blame himself personally either. he was always lacking something. be it his own self confidence or what have you. it always was something that he didn’t have – for now, it was the energy to actually be angry with the god. no, he deserved this.
being thrown back several feet was the least of his worries. right now, all he had to voice his thoughts on the matter; even if he knew that it would get him nowhere. not with the unworthy one ( somehow ) worthy again. “rude,” he managed to get out, spitting out some blood. shortly after, a grin spread across his features, “— that all you got?”
he wasn’t expecting anything to be place on his head. then again, ky didn’t exactly mind either as he let out a deep sigh. “is this your way of telling me i need something on my head?”
Let it said that Ky wasn’t the obliging sort; he had asked and so his request was answered, the hunk of mighty uru hurled his way with blistering speed. Distracted by the fact that Ky had heeded his wish– given him exactly what he sought, the Odinson failed to take note of his unworthiness and so took a stance that would’ve allowed him to grab Mjolnir as it came flying towards them, but alas, the mallet did not heed.
Just as in every instance since his fall, the hammer continued to view the disgraced thunderer as unfit, showing this verdict by clashing against the blond’s chest and carrying him for a few hundred metres until it lost momentum and dropped, falling upon the Odinson in the process. Suddenly alarmed, the fallen god’s bulged in acute fright, the nightmares that stalked his mind in moments of unconsciousness (not sleep, he hadn’t rested properly in months) made manifest by the half-demon’s actions.
Frightened, he gropes desperately at the handle of the hammer, exerting a tremendous effort to try and shift it. Unfortunately, it refuses to budge, causing the angry aesir to be comparable to a turtle rolled onto its back; helpless and pathetic, the fire that fuelled his rage moments prior replaced by the chilling realisation of limits met.
“Please…remove this…it’s…crushing…me!”
“poor unworthy, odinson.” the words came out mocklingly as he made his way forward. “you think it wants you back? you think you can just say a few words and you will return to your former glory?” that wasn’t how reality worked – whatever thor did ( or didn’t do ), it caused him to become less than he was.
ky, just happened to be able to lift the hammer, but for why? even he didn’t know. still, he wasn’t going to betray it’s trust – to do so would put both of them in a bind. “you think i asked to be worthy? you think i asked for any of this?” his hands formed into tight fists. “i didn’t ask to be created, i didn’t ask to be the son of blackheart!” for once, he was telling the truth, but it was more to it. he enjoyed the power – enjoyed that he could do anything he wanted.
the only problem was that he couldn’t control himself. not truly and while mjolnir was able to stabilize him ( for now ), even ky knew that it wasn’t a permanent fix for his situation. nothing would be in all reality. “— and i,” he lifted his hand up; calling the hammer back to him, “didn’t ask to be worthy.”
he then sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “all i asked was for a chance. one chance to be more than what i was. to be more than a mistake.”
At the grab of chin, the second time this day he had been nabbed in such a fashion, the blond’s demeanour worsened. Patience running on empty, storm clouds darkening his features as he let rip a snarl– and launched his head forward, slamming his skull against Ky’s with every intent to rearrange his features.
“On the contrary, I know well what you are capable of. Though, I do welcome being surprised.” Ready to confront unpleasantness, no matter who form or face it wore, the blond returns to a more comfortable position, letting his restraints slacken as the chains used to bind him scrapped noisily along the floor. His feet, kept on a shorter leash than that which bound his wrists, kept him close to the ground, unable to stand tall above Ky.
“And how do you mean to do so? With your bare hands?” Unless of course he meant to abandon that fragile husk of humanity that kept unwholesome compulsions barely in check. Not afforded the luxury of finding out the truth, the Odinson pressed on, striving to work Ky into a fury. “Abandon this senseless quest, boy. Your threats of evisceration are toothless.”
oh, he wished to rip, and tear the other apart. with their bare hands would have been harder – much harder than that little husk he held on to. the one true reminder of what he was – that he never could be whole. well, not with out losing the one part of himself that kept him sane.
in this realm, though, the rules were not quite the same as they were back in midgard. time wasn’t the same here – not was his abilities. he was stronger here and the urges were as well. all it took to go over the edge was a thought, and right now? thor was pushing ky to the edge of his limits.
a moment passed, another, and then another. the final words of the unworthy god struck the demon to his core. what ky wanted wasn’t senseless, it was what he deserved after being stuck in this place, and why shouldn’t he let lose? it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d done so when his own rage over-took him. nor would it be the last.
“my bare hands?” he couldn’t help the scoff as his body started to change form; that husk of humanity that he always held onto slipping away far more easily here than anywhere else. whatever sense of control was fading by the second. “– i do believe,” he said, his like hand forming to a fist; moving to slam it right into thor’s jaw “you’re right about that.”
The sight of Ky’s human appearance is less comforting than it should be in any usual situation. But this mess (he refused to consider it confinement, at least at this point in time), had deviated from normal the moment Mephisto had gotten his wish, capturing both troublesome birds with the one, clawed hand.
“What home? It has been months since I last beheld Asgardia’s spires with mine own eyes.” Tone rich with bitterness, the blond pushed off of his knees to rise slowly, gaze narrowed on the volitile half-breed at all times. “I’d sooner find this depiction of Hel to be a more comfortable sight than that floating expanse of egocentrics.”
Realising that he was getting carried away, the fallen god frowns angrily, his resentment towards the gods leaving a better taste in his mouth. But even if he had still thought of them as trustworthy, they could offer him no aid here, so immersed in the devil’s realm that he was. He was, more or less, on his own.
Remarkably though, despite his agitated mood, the mention of the bifrost warrants a crude chuckle, sharp and without humour. “Are you quite finished prattling yet?” Jaded, the Odinson tired quickly of Ky’s usual witticisms, seeing past his back-talking routine to spy the struggle of the self that he fought so desperately to win.
“You are impaired, son of Blackheart.” He dared to move closer, but was prevented by the tug of heavy chains dragging at his wrists and neck. Teeth flashing disapprovingly over this, he overcomes this setback by continuing with: “Take to your bed and do rest for a moment. I need not to spend any more time at this juncture entertaining abominations like your kind.”
his fingers twitched at the very notion of being impaired. it was true, ky wasn’t thinking clearly ( or as clear as he could most days ), and it was showing. that other part of him was itching to get out – to rip the other apart.
every part of him was itching to be released; he could feel it, the feral urges just becoming too much to resist. it would be so simple to shift into his true glory – to shed his mortal form.
oh, he could practically taste just how good it would feel to stop resisting who he was – to actually let himself fall into whatever darkness was on the other-side of letting go.
all he had to do was let time takes it’s course – all he really had to do was to stop resisting.
“like my kind?” a grin started to spread across his lips. “you don’t have an idea of what i can do. especially here… especially when i decide to let go.” just like he was doing as he moved to grip thor’s chin as tightly. “especially when i decide to rip you apart piece by piece!”
@vireous [mephisto] asked: “i once told you that i had great plans for you, odinson.” a truth of sorts as mephisto dropped the unworthy god on the ground. “now, you shall serve me by keeping an eye on my grandson,” he gripped the thunderer’s chin for a few moments, “by being his latest pet and making sure he stays right where i want him to. in my realm.”
Fingers probe at ashen earth, form stirring as the demon continues to gloat. He knew of the schemes Mephisto crafted, the glimmer of hope he extended to the desperate before snatching it away, catching the gullible in his trap. He knew better than to fall for such ruses, even though he had plummeted so far, still choosing to decline all offers as he was dragged to the demon’s realm.
“The son of Odin obeys no dev-” Cut short before he could finish his threat, Thor tried to break free, but found that his strength was failing, leeched away at the liesmith’s touch. Grimacing, he muttered something unpleasant, dropping to his hands and knees when the other finally released him, leaving behind instructions to follow.
Annoyed, he rubbed at his chin, watching the devil depart whilst brushing his fingers against a beard that badly needed a trim. What was it he had said about keeping an eye on Ky’lar? The blond had scarcely any time to consider this detail when the rustling of heavy chains emanates from a corner over his shoulder, followed by a low growl.
That can’t be good.
“Identify yourself, creature.” Inquiring, Thor turned his whole body around to face this menace lurking in the darkness.
creature. maybe that was the best thing to call him line this; barely able to hold onto human form. it was painful to try – even more so when his more… feral instincts were starting to take over.
whatever mephisto had done… it wasn’t good. easily controlled impulses became almost impossible to restrain. the urge to simply rip away any guise was strong – stronger still when he saw thor.
it took every fiber of his being not to shift into one of a monster; more so than usual, ky tried to keep his human looks. that way, he wouldn’t have to truly face what he had truly become.
it was a false hope, but one he held to as he moved closer; hands at his sides, clenched into tight fists as he moved closer. true, thor wasn’t someone he had thought to see here, but then again… he didn’t think he’d really see anyone. not for quite a while longer.
“odinson.” his head tilted after he said the name, eyebrow lifting. “you’re quite a long ways… from home.” that was only the start of it, but he wasn’t in the mood to ask more questions. especially in this state. “get lost on the bifrost?”
“As had I, until recent events have shown how wrong I was to believe such a fact.” He’d rather not speak of the defeat his sons received at the greek’s hands, training his attention instead on the mortals that still paid their respects to his effigies. This so called god from a different was troublesome, but Baldur, working at the behest of their father, had vowed to keep an eye on him.
“You speak of the one known as Kratos, yes? He is starting to become a nuisance.” A sharp exhale sees his irritation dissipate before it had the chance to reach critical mass. “I’ll deal with him when the time is right to do so.”
“– and what if the time is never right to do so?” a simple question, but one to gauge thor’s ultimate interest in the matter. “you could wait for years – until he’s destroyed all the gods – and even then… it might not be the right time.” or maybe the right time was simply what one was chosen when needed? either way, ky didn’t seem to care to much – it wasn’t his fight. not yet anyways.
“if you take my advice,” he said, right hand running through his hair, “you should learn everything there is to know about him before a fight. if only half the rumors are true about him? fighting him is a-kin to fighting a giant snake.” it won’t end well.
For a brief moment, Thor’s face twitched with impatience. The blatant attempt to mock him was an impressive effort, all things considered, but he took it in stride. He wasn’t shaken by it, nor was he annoyed enough to take action. Ky’s words had stung, but such a wound quickly healed.
“That is awfully specific,” he says, his words adopting a quiet ferocity. He might claim to be immune to Ky’s insults, but there was still the matter of them being aired that he needed to address. “What if someone claims my life before you have your turn? What will you do then? Pray for my resurrection?”
“i could, but why give them the chance?” it was ky’s own way of saying he wanted to end this. right here and now. why give others even an ounce of opportunity? if anyone was going to take the god’s life, it would be ky – not his father, not some serpent. himself.
“why pray for your return when we can settle this with-out having to wait upon fate to have the right time?” maybe it was bold of him to even admit such a thing, but he knew it had to be said eventually. “no tricks, no resurrections, and no family getting involved. what do you say?”
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