“It’s called a change of scenery. I also really hate blondes. They always seem to not KNOW anything or…. what they do know is LIMITED to movie stars that have long LOST their spot of fame.”
“ if you were to take anything — or EVERYTHING — i sincerely doubt that eternal damnation is something you would need to worry about. ”WHY was he talking to her about all of it, was beyond her. like always, satana kept her own tongue tight and controlled, not giving anything she thought could be spread. granted, she wasn’t naive enough to believe that her father didn’t keep his eye on her and that he didn’t think she’d try poking around, but keeping it all to minimum helped enough for her head to stay on her shoulders. still, she held her opinion that no position in hell was eternal, and even satan was bound to fall, eventually.
war.. satana’s left side of lips twitched as she managed to stifle her laughter. not at him or anyone in particular, the whole idea of it made the succubus giddy. “ i don’t know.. ” she licked her lips, gaze going to the side, down where hell supposedly was. “ it could be quite fun. ” leave it to the demonic beast to describe wars as FUN. and honestly? the idea of ripping her own brother’s heart out, giving it as a christmas present to their father made a pleasant tingle go down her shoulders and her back. she was beginning to sink so deep into this messed up fantasy that she barely caught him speaking again.
“ i suppose ALL you need then is someone willing to pull you out. ” whether it was an offer or not, she didn’t outright say it. instead, her curiosity washed it away as she suddenly perked up, laced her tongue with innocence, locked hands behind her back like a good scout girl and shrugged. “ who is your father, anyway?”
eternal damnation came for everyone and everything. even if he was to TAKE what was his, there still would be a BINDING factor that someone ( or something ) would want to take it away from him. having power is one thing, but KEEPING it was another.
a war would HAPPEN if he didn’t play his cards right and it was why he was WILLING to play his PART until the time came. of course, it would take a lot of WORK to do so, but it would beWORTH it in the long run.
not that it MATTERED for the moment, he may have been POWER HUNGRY, but not too stupid. well, for the moment at least, but that was hardly the point, “ perhaps, ” if he was being honest with himself, it wouldn’t take much, “ however, i’m not ready to take steps into the inevitable abyss. ” rather, he wasn’t about to take any more steps to an IRREVERSIBLEsituation. well, more than he already had.
“ as for my FATHER? ” he rubbed at his chin for a few moments, “ ‘ol spikey himself. some call him the black king.” ky then pursed his lips for a few moments, “ it’s BLACKHEART. “
“ i would dare to disagree, but it is up to you how you define yourself. none of my business. ”
it was perhaps one of the most honest things she had ever said, eyes turned to her hand, picking at her nails as the man kept speaking. whilst appearing borderline disinterested, satana listened to EVERY word. every piece of information he shared could be valuable, a little later, but she was not about to reveal that she’s fishing and waiting for more.
“ perhaps it’s time to break the leash, and take what’s rightfully yours. ”
slowly, she had begun to shift the conversation. why? because having these old demons and others alike ( including her own father ) sit on their THRONES was not useful for her at all. they knew what they were doing, they knew her and her misdemeanors. while it wasn’t entirely impossible to get rid of them, she didn’t mind someone else doing it for her, would they do it knowingly or not. satana didn’t want to underestimate the other too soon, when she knew so little about him, but if he were to step in and replace those who were in charge now, she guessed it would be easier to push him out. appear with clean hands. as a savior, or whatever else of sorts.
“ say what you want, but it could use a little fresh blood. ”
“Fresh blood is needed everywhere, but that isn’t what is needed now. If I was to take anything, it would just be another step towards eternal damnation.”
Not that it mattered too much. Ky already knew there was no way of escaping anything he was bound to, but at the same time, he was at least attempting to be optimistic about the situation.
“‘Sides, i’d rather not risk a full blown war…. again.”
More to the point, Ky wasn’t willing to take full steps against either his Father or Grandfather. He already went through that once and wasn’t about to attempt that again. Well, not anytime soon at least.
“Or having to spend a few hundred years Earth years there. They don’t take too kindly when you start talking about what is rightfully your own. Just ends up into loads of arguments and torture.”
out of the shadows and into the light. dying as it was above their heads, it finally made a girl out of a dark silhouette. nails tapping the cold wall she gave him a short glance and silently hummed under her nose.
“ that’s odd — – they never sent nannies after me. does DADDY DEAREST think you are being a naughty boy? ”
a pause during which curiosity began taking over her features, satana made a step forward and cocked her head. she didn’t know his name, he was only familiar from stories of others and whispers in hell — and she hadn’t been there for quite a while.
“ keeping you in check— lest you go rogue? i am no amusement at all, to be fair. if anything— – ”
face lit up with a bit of a smile again, the demoness stopping a few feet away, charcoal eyes burning lightly, searching and waiting, building the space between her words.
“ would say YOUare. ”
“You take away my FATHER’S name and i’m simply like anyone else.”
Of course, that was completely up for debate. Even on Ky’s own merit’s he was DANGEROUS. His own blood line was only part of the cause. Yet, he would never admit that — blaming everything on lineage wasn’t going to solve his OWN problems.
“He just PREFERS me on a TIGHTER leash some DAYS.”
There was more to it of course. As much as Ky wouldn’t admit it, most – if not all – of his problems BOILED down to his own ACTIONS.
“‘Course, I wouldn’t say it’s going ROGUE.”
Ky would have just POINTED out that it was him doing what he ALWAYS did. He got what he wanted and most of the time out was just out of SPITE.
being called a lackey was not something UNUSUAL. maybe they didn’t use the exact word, but they often went as far as ‘sister of the son of the satan’ which was not only unnecessarily confusing, but also plain IDIOTIC. if satana decided to wrap her fingers around his fragile neck at some point of this absolutely lovely conversation, it was probably better for him to think of her less, and her just to play along. in fact, she KNEW she wanted to break a few fingers of his already. that’s how dashing the gentleman was.
“ and PERHAPSyou are of little importance, have you thought about that? if a simple LACKEY is sent to get you, it says more about youthan about me. ”
“Little IMPORTANCE to some, but not all.”
Though, the idea of IMPORTANCE varied through personal thoughts on the matter, and of course NECESSITY. In his mind, it rarely mattered WHO was sent after him — sometimes it was simple LACKEY’S and other times it wasn’t.
“If one was sent after me, it must not have been IMPORTANT, but then again? I’ve been wrong before — general grunts don’t really HAVE the ability to do more than prove some light amusement.”
during the many years she had roamed the earth and hell, the smell of another demon was not something to neither ignore nor miss. the hair on the back of her neck would get up, the shiver peel into her skin.. satana looked up from her nails, lazily turning on one heel towards the other. she’s not concerned — or if she is, she didn’t show it. left corner of her lips up she pressed her arm against the cold brick wall.
“ don’t be shy, we were both made out of the same type of MUD andCLAY. …well ——— almost. ”
“Almost —– isn’t that ENLIGHTENING.”
Sarcasm dripped from the man’s lips easily as his arms crossed firmly across his chest. She, for a lack of better term was an unknowable, and that was slightly common these days. Ky’lar rarely enjoyed spending time around anyone — let alone someone that could consider themselves his own ‘kind’ —- on his good days.
“—- And here I thought that someone was wanting to drag me back where I belonged, but he WOULDN’T go for sending a lackey.”
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