“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you again,” He smirks and props himself up on the bar counter despite the dirty looks from the bartender. Everyone knows him here, he doesn’t think they’re surprised anymore. Still, Johnny is quietly on alert. “You come come back for the view?”
“You do know that the view isn’t everything, right?” Even if it was one of the few reasons he was here, the primary reason was drinks, and then go from there. “I may enjoy it, but I won’t go out of my way to see it.” A shrug, “Well, usually.”
“neither one would have worked because chances are, I’d still punch you. only difference is I’d have a reason for doing it.”
“is that what you do all day long? just punch people you like or don’t like?” honestly, he was about to say that was hot, but instead, he ended up holding his tongue on that subject for the time being.
her hands are bloody from where she’s been trying to escape her bonds. thankfully it’s not metal and it’s just cloth and she’s got one hand free. she just wants out of this shit hole, why she ever agreed to be a fucking spy she doesn’t know anymore. because it’s not worth the torture that she’s been through. but when the door opens her arm jerks in surprise and her head whips to look over at now open door. but she has no idea if it’s helpor she’s about to be in for more pain.
in truth, he shouldn’t have even been here; he preferred to leave bodies around him… not going through rooms looking for people. it was a reason he wasn’t going to do this again —- he wasn’t going to deal with clean up when he knew it was suited for someone else. then again, it wasn’t like he had a real choice in the matter either, and even if he did…. sometimes it was worth sucking it up.
not to say he enjoyed doing so. by all means, he hated having to do anything that he didn’t feel like doing, and it was why he was dragging his feet on this. taking his time, making a few jokes to himself, and then he found her. just his luck that he would actually have to do his job for once ( something he usually avoided at all costs ).
“well, look who we have here. let me guess, you want me to get you out of there, right?”
“You do know that I don’t get ALONG with anyone, right?” His words came out more sarcastic than he intended, but he was at least being truthful, “So, let me put it QUITE clearly to you, yes? Stay out of my BUSINESS and we will get along just time.”
“ I have no business with you, Abomination. ” Never one to mince words, Raphael fixes the half-demon with an unamused look. His very presence seems to grate on the archangel’s patience– demons and their offspring are of no interest to him. Still, he finds himself.. curious. His expression wavers for a moment, then he turns towards the male. “ What do you want? ”
“You know, I never have gotten over the tittle ABOMINATION! It’s so, I don’t know… one sided, isn’t it?” Rather, it was to his mind in all reality, “I might not be completely one thing or ANOTHER, but I do seem think that I don’t look all THAT bad.”
Either way, it didn’t quite matter to him, “As for what I want? Well, for one, you to stop calling me Abomination, and then we can go from there, DEAL?”
If you try a summoning spell and the demon doesn’t show up, it may not be your execution of the ritual that’s to blame. Demons are mysterious and unknowable creatures. They probably just hate your taste in interior decor.
he should have known that staring wouldn’t have got him anywhere, but what could he say? the demon was amused at the moment and that – almost always – meant that was in a good mood ( for once ), “don’t tell me I came in at a bad time or is this how you usually greet everyone?”
If this had been any other time, he would have possibly made some complaint about how he wasn’t little. Yes, by most standards he was still a child, but he didn’t see it that way.
A reason to why he could only roll his eyes at the comment. He wasn’t little. He wasn’t a child. He was going to prove himself. He just didn’t know how, “— And how would you feel about this… little demon slamming you against a wall?”
The demon should have been paying more attention. Should have known that Marrick would have taken the chance the shove the blade right into his chest, and twist it.
It was only payback for their several fights and even Ky knew that much. Knew that eventually everything would come to a head again. This time, however, he was simply too late to stop it, and it was quite clear that he wasn’t ready for this either.
“Fuck… you.” It was the only words that could come out as he leaned against the back of the wall with a grunt, “Didn’t even hurt.” Though, the reality of the matter was it did hurt, but he wouldn’t admit that. At least… not to Marrick.
“You’re right about one thing. I don’t have a choice. Because I can’t sit by and watch you swindle innocent people out of their souls. I have ways of stopping monsters like you from doing that.”
“I wouldn’t exactly call them innocent. I’m simply giving them what they want and in a few years…… I simply claim what is mine. ‘Course, to be honest, I only get maybe one out of twenty or was it fifty?” He shrugged, “It’s not like i’m doing any real harm. Hell can be quite beautiful at times. I mean, unless you get on someone’s shit list. Then it’s downhill from there.”
Hellfirebound 