Marrick knew he was tempting fate with stepping so close to Ky but he was never one who really fucking cared. He did what he wanted and he still had the thing of he was on the outside of the cage and Ky inside. And from what Marrick could feel it dampened powers so basically right now he had the upper hand. It wouldn’t stay that way but for now he was fine with it. He smirks as the other grabs him as expected and he rlls his eyes at the words. If he had a nickle for everyime Kylar threatened to kill him. he’d probably be the richest hellhound alive.
❝ Kill me if you want but it won’t get you out of here. ❞ He quips using a large shove to move him back away from the bars and out of the others reach. Bringing his hand to his pocket he grabs the key that was inside and pulls it out to show the other. ❝ I mean considering i could have let you out ages ago. ❞ Could have – those were the keywords in the whole conversation.
he knew right away that it wouldn’t get him out of the cage. murdering the hound was just a plus and the only thing that actually mattered to him. that way, even if he was trapped in the cage for who knew how long… he would still have the over-all satisfaction of the other’s death.
that alone would be enough to make him actually enjoy being in the cage. of course, at the final words, that just caused him to chuckle. so what if the hound had the key all along? it wouldn’t mean that he would be let out. their fights were far too frequent for anything real to come from them, ❝ could have, but you won’t.❞ he mused out lowly, ❝ nor, do i think you ever will. you’re just a good little hound doing what your master tells you, right? ❞
The way the other clung to him brought a smile to the archangels lips. He was human that was true but from just looking at him Lucifer knew he could have some fun. The other was mouldable, someone he could control and bring to his side with relevant ease. He knew it was wrong but that was where the fun was. The fun was in the fact the other was clinging to him, clinging to him for stability and he was going to use it.
A almost sadistic smile lifts the corners of his lips as he looks down at the other. ❝ Oh i am plenty sure. It’s so much more fun when you put your mind to it. ❞ Each word spoken with a husk showing just how much enjoyment he got from suffering. He was the devil though. It was who he was.
it was more than just stability. it was having someone there for him. a rarity most days and something he wanted every day. lucifer was just the way he was going to get what he wanted. right now, he had him, and that was all he wanted.
a reason to why he gave a nod. death, for what it was, was new to him. sure, he had burnt down some buildings, and more than likely killed the one’s inside, but seeing it? well, that was another story entirely. one that he was sure he would learn — at least with lucifer’s help, “It always is, isn’t it?” he was trying to remain optimistic as he kept his grip on the archangel.
A simple HEAD TILT is all that Robbie is given before he feels the DEMON inside of him start to stir. He could feel the rage burning through his veins and simply allows the other to take over. His body BURNING at the feel of him awakening, as his demon takes over. Once the demon had control he stands up, looking at the other. ❝ You wished to SPEAK to me. ❞ Voice loud and distorted.
and there it was. the DEMON that hid right under the others SKIN. it was a very RARE opportunity he had. so rare, that ky had to be sure to NOT MESS IT UP. a reason to why as much as he wanted to DESTROY the one before him… there was more IMPORTANT matters to deal with.
they could come first; the DEMON would come second. he needed ALLIES and the RIDER was the best CHOICE. ❝ among other things. ❞ he wanted to do MUCH more than just speak, but he was going to FOCUS on the more important matters first off. ❝ —- what do you know about my father? ❞
The look sent the others way was tense and showing the Captain really had no time for this. He sighs softly at the other for a few moments. ❝ Not boring, responsible. ❞ He had no idea why he was defending himself, he didn’t have too but he chooses not to answer that last part. He had heard enough age jokes to last him a lifetime.
❝ according to whom? ❞ ky should have kept his mouth shut on the matter, but instead, he decided to push forward on the subject, ❝ all i see so far is an old man. ❞ a slight grin pulled at his lips, ❝ one, who i will enjoy seeing fall. ❞
It was no secret that Marrick was well aware of how the other saw himself. Was aware of just what Ky’lar was craving and the quickness of a death no matter who delivered it. The hellhound couldn’t say he knew just what that felt like given that the hellhound tried to avoid what would be his eventual death at all costs. It was his survival instincts, something the other semeed to be missing. Or just fucking ignoring. Marrick didn’t know nor did he find himself willing to care at certain times.
He was pretty sure that the only thing that challenged Ky’lar’s will to die was the hatred the two had for each other. Something that would stem years if it didn’t reach a catalyst at any point. No they were literally fire and ice and neither dared to hide the fact either. A dark brow raises as he hears the challenge and shakes his head. ❝ Should know by now mate. i know you wanna die so i ain’t going to be the one who grants it for you. ❞ Sarcasm and cockiness bleeding into his tone as he smirks at the other.
the response was one he should have known was coming; granting him his wish wouldn’t come easily. they hated each other, but seeing the other suffer ( both ways ) was better than any sort of final fight they would have. it was simple logic — something ky should have known, but decided to ignore.
rage, hatred, a singular goal, or need was much easier to focus on than his own survival instincts. they would kick in, they always did, but that didn’t mean that ky had to listen to them. let alone care for them. if anything, they were there to save his ass, and nothing else.
“why don’t i believe that?” sarcasm aside, the demon wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. not now at least, “i’m giving you an opening. a chance that is fading in three… two…”
❝ See that just makes it all seem like a really mundane actions mate. Killing is fun and trust me, so much better when you make them really really pray for it. ❞ Malec had been killing for years, he knew all the ways to make it hurt and to make it a really interesting hobby and not just a job. ❝ You’re just wasting it. ❞
“wasting means that i could do so much more. sadly enough, making them want death isn’t exactly fun.” why would he ever give them what they wanted? then again, sometimes he just killed since he was bored or… they were in the wrong place. either way, he didn’t exactly seem to care what they wanted. nor even himself at times, “not in my book anyways.”
9:25 pm ⟶ ❛And why don’t i believe you !!.❜ 9:25 pm⟶ ❛ just people huh !!. ❜ 9:26 pm ⟶ ❛ Would you listen to me if i said yes ?? ❜
Recipient ——— Lucifer
9:55 pm —- ‘ no. ‘ 9:55 pm —- ‘ not really. ’ 9:56 pm —- ‘ have one of your other demons drag me. ’ 9:55 pm —- ‘ unless, you can’t wait another half an hour. ’
Blue eyes roll at the demons words as he shuffles slightly more against the doorway he was leaning against. The other’s WORDS simply falling into the air between them and just sitting there. ❝ I don’t UNDERESTIMATE you mate, but you are underestimating all the demons and others between you and Lucifer. All of them loyal to him. Including my mother who by the way would love to rip your throat out. So do tell me how you’d get past all them and then to Lucifer. Considering unlike you we’re all following his orders. ❞
He wasn’t bragging, if anything he was dragging plans out of the other. Wanting to know what he would do so he coud adjust accordingly. And one thing Marrick had learnt was that Ky’lar loved to fucking talk. ❝ And you need to work on your poker face mate, i can see you do infact fear Lucifer. You’d be an IDIOT not too. ❞
fearing lucifer was something that he had personally pushed to the back of his mind due to the fact he had no reason to fear him. when things were good, ky didn’t care how powerful the other was, and in truth, he still didn’t care. the only problem was it was a duality of sorts — to admit that he feared lucifer meant there was no way to get out of the problem with him, and in his mind? there always was a way out… especially with luci.
not that he would ever let that be known; his own assumptions were his own. they meant nothing in reality, but a starting point for himself. it was to that reason that he had a silence, he wanted to form a plan to get to lucifer, and demand to know answers. the only problem with that was it would be not just difficult with this new information. it may even be impossible.
“his orders are wrong.” it was a bold statement, but for the time being, he didn’t exactly care about the ramifications of his actions, “and they suck. a reason to why i’m getting out of here… through you if need be.”
Cool blue eyes regards the male in front of him as the annoyance burns his way through his system. His whole demeanor saying this was not a conversation he wished to partake in but for now he’d simply indulge the other. ❝ Depends who you ask and yet you do nothing but show childish traits. ❞ Brow raisng in challenge to his words as he brings arms up to cross over his chest. He wished to ask about the othe sentence but figured the answer was not something he wished to hear unless he wanted his ire spiked higher than it currently was.
❝ and according to most i’m still a child. ❞ a slight smirk spread across his lips, ❝ most days, but i do wonder. are you always like this? always so…boring? ❞ it was an attempt to jab at the other, but all the same, he was at least being ‘decent’, ❝ i mean, there is all this hype, but all i see… is an old man. ❞
Anger sizzles beneath his skin, rage coursing through his veins as he listens to the others words before quick, swift movements have his hand wrapped around the other’s throat and feet not stopping till back slams off the wall. ❝ Remember your place. You are nothing more than demon scum. Demon scum who would not exist if i didn’t make them in the first place. ❞ words growled as eyes burn red showing his true colors but also that he would not stand for the actions the other was currently portraying. ❝ Or skinning you alive would be the most gentle thing i’d do to you. ❞
and there it was. that purge rage from lucifer it something that the demon enjoyed seeing. it made him feel alive and in his own way… amused.
back slammed against the wall as a grin spread it’s self across his facial features — his own rage seeming to fade ( at least for the moment ). it was a reason to why he didn’t feel like he had to say anything about who or what he was. it was well known that he wouldn’t be here with out lucifer’s own intervention. nor, would he possibly be alive, but those were small non-important details for the moment.
“so, my place is beneath you,” he said. “not to mention beside you.” a small amount of amusement was in his tone, “so, as i said before, skin me if you want, but i’m still your demon.”
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