『 ♔ 』ᶜᵃᶰᶦᶰᵉ ᵏᶦᶰᵍ⋅ how awful. he wasn’t fighting back. the meagre amount of empathy he had left within him simmers and spits at his insides. his features crumple in irritation, it is always much easier for him to hate those that fight back. the flick of his cigarette is abrupt. violent, almost. he spits blood before taking a draw. ❛ go on then. ❜ he sniffs, craning his neck to pop it.
in all honesty, he isn’t entirely sure what the other could want of him. the fact that he had approached the hound at all was astounding. it is common knowledge that he wasn’t fond of those not entirely devoted to their king. it was even his prime duty to eradicate such traitors. ❛ but this better be tantamount to war or something else equally dire. ❜
it was quite clear that being before the other meant the demon had to chose his words carefully. it was the only way he could get out of this in one piece. not to mention getting out of there as fast as possible was key. that way, he wouldn’t have to spend anymore time around the other, and it would be better for everyone..
❛ as you know, i’m not very well liked down there, but i have reason to believe that somethings coming. ❜ at least something that wasn’t him – for good or not… ky didn’t exactly know what, but he was trying to make up for what he had done. at least he thought as much. ❛ something… that will make what i did seem like nothing in comparison. ❜
『 ♔ 』ᶜᵃᶰᶦᶰᵉ ᵏᶦᶰᵍ⋅ his wall eyes brim with hate, anger. what a filthy degenerate. tassos has dreamed of his demise, a half breed with the nerve to plot against their king?! vile. abhorrent. he had only heard rumours, but rumours were enough. luckily he has just fed, the mangled corpse of a low life demon lay at his feet. well. pieces of it.
❛ talk quickly, fools prince. ❜ he s e e t h e s, ❛ lest i unspool your guts and wring your blood out o’er the guests at my next soiree, i assure you i would find that far more enjoyable than your company. ❜ lucifer had forbade him from killing the other, though it itched at him. the thought of it made his ears hot, arousal lingering inside of him.
❛ what do you want? ❜ he repeats, more urgently. he is a man of little patience when it comes to those he has a certain … distaste for. ❛ it better be bloody important. you interrupted my meal. ❜ his voice is a snarl, guttural, spoken around a lit cigarette doused in black blood.
❛ i don’t even enjoy my own company. ❜ he said in return, not even caring to respond to the threat as it simply wasn’t worth it. maybe it would have been if his own plans had worked out better, but then again, there was doubt. not just due to his own mistakes, but rather, his personal, and of course, family history.
suffice to say, he already was figuring out that the most he would get was a cell one day, and that was if he didn’t play his hand just right. a reason to why he usually stayed away from most of his own ‘ kind . ’ as half-demon or otherwise, ky would always side with demons…. even if it wasn’t the best idea.
❛ not that it matters too much these days, ❜ he slipped his hands into his pockets of his jacket ❛ either way, it if wasn’t important, i wouldn’t be here, and you would finish your meal with out my interruption. ❜ he said simply as a matter of fact more than anything else.
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