_{eyes watch the demon from his place on the bed, watching them move around anxiously. the form was}… _{different than want dean expected, a small shock to the hunter when he first saw it. however it’d be a lie if dean didn’t admire it now. he’d never seen anything like ky’lar before, something unique and intriguing to the hunter. if dean enjoyed petting the other man before, the new and odd form before him made dean want to touch the other even more} ( _{of course, the fact that they also had a tail didn’t help}  ) _. 

_{the demand was simple however, dean pushing himself away from the comfort of the sheets and towards a clean pair of clothes. he purposefully ends up snagging one of the demon’s shirts, a small grin on their face at the teasing gesture while rubbing his hand through his bed-ridden hair. it takes a few seconds for dean to shake the sleepiness away, but he ends up by the other’s side, bouncing slightly on the tips of his toes with energy.} “ _{what are we doing} ?  _{exciting plans} ?  ”

   _{his arms crossed his chest with a grunt. there were times ky distanced himself from  emotion; from  any  trace of his humanity when  it suited him. this was one  of those times as he saw  dean as nothing more than a tool – a puppet to use for his own  schemes.} 

_{if he had  his birthright, he could rage a  war unlike any other, but  this wasn’t the time for such thoughts. no, his mind quickly shifted to the plan for today; tracking down a few higher-ranked angels on earth. find them, torture them, and eventually kill them. stealing their grace was advisable, but not necessary. only the blade was what was needed; to be melted down into something  far more useful.}

 _{“hunting,” he said, arms folding across his chest. “i have it on good account some angels are ‘bout fifty miles away. high-ranking one’s too.” he could have said more; should  have, but he wasn’t going to not now. ky didn’t think  he needed to elaborate – least of all on what they’d be doing once they found them.}

_{a tiny display of genuine amusement crosses the face of the old demon, watching the other make their first impression. it was not the first time they have met, almost impossible for two beings as old as they were to completely avoid each other, but their paths rarely happened to cross. the denizens of hell were all motivated by personal agenda, not often aligning with another’s. if the inquisitor was to make a joke out of it, he would have worded it as ‘running in different circles’. however, it was always wise to know when intentions matched up.} 

    “ _{no, perfection is hardly easy to achieve, even for me. i do admit that it has been something i strove for before.} ” _{wistful words, accentuated with a long sigh and punctuated with the sound of the book closing in his hands. the old demon’s gaze falls along the body of the prince, eyes roaming the form that stood before him. those eyes were not staring at the vessel, however, but deeper. he needed no knives to dig under one’s skin to see just how they worked.} “ _{but, perfection is not all about becoming stronger or smarter, you know. sometimes there’s the need to… remove what hinders you. prune the blighted parts of your being with precision, like an infection. now that is something i could easily help you with.} ”

_{teeth bare to form a predatory grin, a languid stretch of his lips revealing a sharpness to the casual air. there’s a small silence before it’s broken by a coarse laugh, the lighthearted sound contrasting against the premonitory words.} 

     “ _{but you’re not here for an expects advice on bettering one’s self. as you said, you’re here for information. good thing you’re in a library} !  _{books all around} !  _{some of them are quite interesting by the way, who knows what you may learn if you take the time to be studious for once. the collector was an odd man, dead now of course, fascinated by old history. even i wonder how he held on to some of these books for so long. practically all of them are copies of course, but what can you do when the most modern of texts in here were written around the fall of the heraclian dynasty. if you’re looking for something in particular, that is another thing that i could assist you in.} ”

_{“i’ll keep what vestige’s of my humanity i have left – thanks, but no thinks.” the demon prince should have clipped his words, but alas he did not. a simple statement to just how distracted he was for the moment about the situation. 
         ky never needed to look into history before now, but there was a first for everything. more importantly, this wasn’t just about him – if this went decently, there was a good chance that he’d be able to destroy it all.
         heaven, hell, and otherwise would be playthings once he was done. yet, he needed to know just what he was up against, and how to prepare. thus, he was here, and while he had a voice screaming in the back of his mind to leave. 
    “at any-rate,” he said, taking a step forward, “you might be able to; what do you know about..” there was a gesture up above, “along with information about our lovely home.” it was easier to admit to wishing to start a war than what he was truly wishing to do, but all the same? he knew better than to lie. especially around the one in front of him.} 

noprodigalson:

_{@hellfirebound​}

_{a pen taps against a book, small flakes of leather crumbling slightly as the wear of time left its mark on the old text. the material that was written on the old vellum was of no importance to the demon, he himself had a copy of the book, stashed away after the contents were stolen when they were originally written} ( _{or maybe this was the copy, age does tend to wear on one’s memory} )_{. the one who did take interest in the intricacies of heaven and hell, however, would be searching for the book held in the weathered hands of the inquisitor.} 

           _{there was enough to go around for the two of them.}

“ _{i would be careful that your ego doesn’t overshadow how far you can reach.} ” _{a soft–spoken voice, confusing to those who knew the past of the man currently reclining in the chair of an collector’s library. the mortal did have some taste, even if their sense of morality was nauseating. alastair didn’t care to hide his presence, speaking the instant he hears the muffled steps- hasty, yet not careless.} “ _{you don’t strike me as the type for a history lesson. looking to pick up a new profession, prince} ? ”

_{“i think the same could be said about you.” alastair may have been ancient compared to him or… anyone really, but ky never could resist stroking his own ego. even if it meant proving the very same thing he was trying to disprove. eventually, his ego would overshadow his reach, and lead to his inevitable demise or worse.}

_{“not everyone is perfect nor does everyone has time for history lessons.” in this case, ky could make time; if his plans were to go forward, he had to know everything, and that meant even coming here. of course, he could have sent any lower-level demon or even dean into fetch what was needed, but he wanted things done right.}

_{“what i’m here for is what you call information.” his voice darkened ever so slightly as he spoke again. “information,” he mused lowly. “i’m quite certain should be here.”}

_{getting anything together on both heaven or hell – from a non-bias point of view was difficult. he’d found a majority of his information to be false. hell, ky could write an entire book on hell, and it still wouldn’t scratch the surface of what it was.}

_{however, even less was on heaven, and that was concerning. especially since once hell was take care of… he’d hit there next. still, it wasn’t like he had an established time plan for what he wanted to achieve. no, the only plan he had was that he was going to take everything, and that was why he needed to know if there was something that could work in his favor.}

_{“problems?”}

noprodigalson:

@hellfirebound

_{late night, long night– which meant enough time for dean to forego any kind of worry for the moment and focus more and figuring out just how much he could drink before it got to too much. it’s doesn’t take too much time as dean searches for that limit that he finds the demon ignoring any kind of fun that dean was having. with quick movement, dean moves beside them, grinning as he places his tongue against the bare skin of their collar bone, dragging up to the edge of their jaw.}
              “ _{c’mon, stop working for once. your world can wait a night.} ”

_{of course his world could wait a night. everything could in all reality. ky just focused on what was needed due to the fact it was one of his main anchor’s. with-out it, he’d be off killing some angels, or torturing some demons. maybe even making some deals.
still, he wasn’t about to let the affection go ignored – especially when it was from dean. a reason to why he sucked in a deep breath and stopped reading through the old book. “i’m trying to figure this out,” he said, licking his lips for a few moments. “unless… you are to distract me from… this little task of mine.”}

_{dean’s learned to expect the demon to take care of their issues by now. sometimes they were a bit too eager for violence, the hunter stepping in having to calm their instincts. he’s just as upset, their supplier’s harsh words grating on dean’s nerves. there’s definitely revenge being planned, never intending on following up on their part of the bargain anyways.} “ _{i don’t expect any less, but for now lets wait patiently. it won’t take much.} ”

_{waiting wasn’t his forte, nor did he believe it was needed. killing would settle this. sure, it wouldn’t be clean, but once it was transferred… he would clean up everything. not even leaving a trace that anyone was there. after-all, he didn’t like lose ends. “— you sure about that? it might be better if i wait outside.” maybe then he could get a drink. “for everyone.”}