mephistcpheles:

^{@hellfirebound replied to your post:
this just in; i need to start writing meph as the…}

^{fuck ky up}

^{displeased was one word for it. fucking pissed, infuriated, were probably more fitting.} 

^{anger boiled in the devil’s very stomach as he stalked towards this fucking worm. this maggot, this apparent sharer of is ichor. mephistopheles was just… mad. who knew what even set him off. it was hard to ever tell with the beast. what mattered was who}

                           ^{his anger had decided to focus on. ky’lar just happened to be so lucky this fine evening.}

^{mephistopheles burned hot, hot HOT. the air was unbearable around him, shimmering in his very shadow as is trying to escape the fire that seemed to radiate off his body. the leather of his gloves creaked as the grip on his walking cane tightened, his jaw locked and razors like teeth jutting from behind soft lips.} 

^{the clank of the metal rings hallow in the air as mephistopheles drops his usual weapon of choice; perhaps to distract as he’s now on the half-demon, the scorched leather of one glove GRIPPED on ky’s pale neck, and the other plunged into his stomach.}

^{mephistopheles basks in the sound of blood splashing on the ground.}

^{“ L E T S       T A L K. “}

_{this was not good.
even ky knew when his grandfather was angry and while he thought he had been staying out of trouble… looked like things were not going to go easy for him.
one of the last times this had happened — ky didn’t quite remember it fully besides the pain. a reason to why he wanted to stay out of mephistopheles’ line of fire.
he heard the stories, knew them quite well of what meph would do to others.  ky’lar thought he was safe. thought he was safe enough to avoid anything major…
                        apparently, he had thought wrong.} 

_{it was had to focus, let alone breathe; this couldn’t end well. he knew that already as his eyes closed tightly. if this was anyone else, maybe he would have attempted some of his usual snark. maybe even made a few threats, but this wasn’t one of those times.
he felt bare against the raw power of his grandfather — even more so when he could feel the glover grip the back of his neck like a dog would have done a puppy that had either wandered off too far or had gotten into trouble.
a  moment after he could feel the other hand plunging into his stomach; painful was one way to put it, but accurate. it was agony. more to the point, it was something he was trying to ignore, but even so — he couldn’t help the scream that escaped his lips. 
            nor could he even attempt to hold back the seething that also escaped as he tried to form coherent  words other than just one loud scream that had been the only reaction prior.
                             “yes, grandfather.”} 

^{“come now, give daddy a hug.”}

  _{“—- how about i skip the hug and leave with my neck intact?”} 

^{“i guess i’ll just have to do it now, then.”}

 _{And there you see Ky’lar slowly backing away, 
                         “ –– sorry?”}

_{mephistcpheles:}

^{“i’ll just write myself a note.”}

_{“i’ll simply burn it.”}