“Well…mi casa es tu casa, I’ve been in your shoes plenty of times so rejecting you would kinda make me feel like shit, just a little,” She added with a smile, taking a sip of her own whiskey.
“So who’s on your trail? Should I reinforce the door or something in case they come knockin’?”
“Family for one – the rest?” he let a smirk spread across his lips. “ i’m sure we’ll see in good time.” Ky may not have been detailed on all the specifics of who wanted his head for one reason or another. However, what he did know was that hiding would ultimately be in his best interests.
“They don’t seem to take it kindly when you decline an offer.”
“Sure, want me to spice it up? Add a little holy to it?” Meg smirked to herself as she got out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, sitting down next to him on the couch. “So what’s up?”
“I only do holy for business meetings,” he said, leaning back. “Unfortunately for you, i don’t feel the need to have it burning down my throat for a good few minutes.” Not that it actually would do anything major; some heart burn, but he was used to that by now.
“Then again… it’s not like it would change anything.” least of all with the situation he was in at the moment. “So… consider me here for an hour- just long enough to get them off my trail.”
“What’s your poison? I’ve got whiskey, whiskey or….” Meg looked over at the sink before she looked back at him. “Water.” Her place wasn’t the greatest, but it was hers and she liked it just like it was. That didn’t mean she had much to offer when she got company.
“Whiskey. Straight.” He could have commented on the selection or even that she should have had a few beers around, but that would have meant effort. Effort, he wasn’t exactly willing to give at that moment in time. “Unless water is easier for you.”
Meg narrowed her eyes at him, hardly surprised by his tone, but still pissed off. It was probably her own fault for thinking she could have a decent conversation with a demon for once. “And who might that be, hm? There’s not a damn soul left on this forsaken rock who’s interested in my company.”
Anger, annoyance, slight hint of despair…“As for doing something important…I don’t feel like I’ve done that since the rise of Lucifer.” Moving along like a mindless creature, obeying orders she didn’t want to comply with, pretending to be a good little demon under the ruling of a King who could be described as none other than her ultimate nemesis. Yep, life was going great for Meg.
There was so much hatred within her that she struggled on a daily basis to keep calm and carry on, she could really do with a war or something equally slaughter-filled. Something or someone to work out all her anger on until she managed to find a better purpose in life. “Regardless of what the truth is, you have my vote.” She shrugged before taking a sip of her bottle. No harm in admitting to that, it wasn’t like anyone truly believed Meg loved working for Crowley or supported him and his ruling.
ironically enough, the truth was that even if she was being honest, her vote wouldn’t matter much. as long as crowley was on the throne, no one was safe, and that meant unique circumstances for everyone. there were two major sides; lucifer’s and crowley’s very own. if you didn’t chose one, you were with lucifer by proxy, and things rarely went well for them these days.
if anything, ky’lar would have enjoyed lucifer back on earth, but that would have came with far more risks than he was willing to take. not to mention the after effects of such a stunt wouldn’t end well for him or…. anyone that was involved.
to that reason, he took in a deep breath, and then let it out slowly; if she knew her facts, things wouldn’t end well no matter what he did. yet, at the same time, he was at least going to attempt to be decent. after-all, there was little he could do since crowley was running the show, and all freedoms he had from before were more or less dissolved,
❝ the rise of lucifer was something, but at the same time? i’m quite sure crowley won’t let anyone escape their placements —- deals are one thing, but what i want? much larger… ‘specially since it would get me off of someone’s radar. ❞
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