Lucifer could understand the reasons why those taunted his little brothers and sisters. Angels were holy bastards at most times and he’d admit he had tortured them but he left the wings alone. It was almost a silent vow that he woudn’t toture his siblings in a way that wou;d hurt him. Many didn’t know but hurt an angels wings and they all felt it. Even him the times he was trapped in his cage. Though he wouldn’t admit such a weakness to Ky – god knows he’d probably do it for sheer fun.
❝ I’ve never taken their grace – leaving them human does nothing but bore me to death. ❞ He comments standing up and walking over to the window to look out, fingers tracing idle patterns on the cold glass as he thinks over something distant yet still retaining the conversation that was happening. ❝ And yet tearing wings off does nothing but render a weakness i should not want nor witness. No there are plenty of ways to hurt them, you just have to know how. As it stands i do, knives that cut that leave wounds that never heal even on their souls. Spells to which cause them to become, lets just say less than holy. ❞ His tone stated he was bored of the conversation already.
he already could tell that lucifer was becoming bored of the conversation. it just took a bit longer than he expected. not that it mattered, the demon was already starting to get bored of it himself. they went through this often, on why he shouldn’t mess with angels, but he still kept going after them. even against lucifer’s own orders.
“i don’t think they were holy to begin with.” then again, ky doubted that anything was actually ‘holy’ these days, not that it would have mattered anyways, he wanted a challenge, and angels gave it to him actually, they gave him the best kind. one, where he was constantly on the edge of dying over and over again.
“either way, i’ll…” he didn’t want to say something he could come to regret, but at the same time… he honestly thought it was worth it. worth it to give a lie that he would attempt to prove true, “…refrain from going after them and i’ll stay here.” by here, he meant by lucifer’s side, and hopefully… that would be enough.
he clung to the archangel for a reason. they were safe, they felt safe, and that was exactly what he needed right now. ky’lar wanted — no needed –– something stable these days. fires he could handle, he started enough of them to know what they could do to anyone trapped inside buildings, but he never stayed around to watch anyone die. he never had to see it for himself.
yet, he wasn’t frightened. just detached from the situation… yet he still cling to the archangel like a child… like he was more dependent on the other than he would wish, “— are you sure?” the question was innocent enough or so he thought.
their arguments were with out limit. they went on and on. it was only a matter of time before something decided to tip the scales and ky’lar had just let slip the set of words that he was trying to avoid.
yes, he had entered into the rift, he had gave up everything to be with lucifer ( if it would have been the cage, he would have gone as well with out a second thought ), and it was all due to the fact he cared. no, he had grown dependent on the other’s presence, so dependent that he actually traded one life for another — traded opportunities to become human —- just so he could be with the one being in all of creation that made him feel safe.
a reason to why he had to repeat his words again, “I came here… because I love you.”
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