Whether they were but idle threats or genuine warnings to take heed of, Thor had passed the point of being lenient. He could appreciate banter when welcomed but even his good humour would turn to ash and blow away in face of threats levelled against the humans he had come to admire. No, as long as he was capable of drawing breath, he refused to let any residents of Midgard come to harm by this stranger’s hand.
“By Odin’s blood I won’t let you claim a single innocent’s life!” Voice raised, Thor’s stance shifts into that of a man anticipating an attack. Outraged by what he has heard, thunder booms in the background, loud and distant. A warning to those who wish to fall foul of a god’s wrath. “Why don’t I spare us both the trouble and settle this petty squabble here and now – before you would partake in such a terrible quest!”
Quick to anger, the blond prepares himself for any sign of trouble, unarmed for the moment though he did let a hand hover near his belt in case he had need to draw his blade from its sheath. “What manner of creature are you to invent such ideas of carnage? Answer me swiftly, cretin! My patience is not without its limits!”
no one was innocent. even ky’lar knew that. everyone had done stuff that was wrong, everyone lied, and everyone died. it didn’t matter the species nor did it matter the circumstances around their actions. everyone was capable of great evil if given the chance or choice.
his species wasn’t what was important at the moment. nor did he think it ever would be. human or demon. he never could bloody decide on what he truly wanted to be. of course, he didn’t need to be a demon to threaten to raise cities. humans did it enough with their wars.
even as he could hear the thunder, he stays firm. no, he wasn’t going to back down. not when he had already pressed the stakes high enough to the point of no going back. no, the only way forward was straight on through the other, and that was exactly what he was going to do.
“the son of blackheart.” he doubted that the title would really mean anything to the other, but he had hoped that even gods had known of his father. after-all, his grandfather was mephistopheles himself, and that was what truly made him dangerous. “that… is who i am.”
Hellfirebound 