“Which
doesn’t make a damn bit of sense.” Or maybe it did and he was
just too damn stubborn to see it. “You think
you know enough about me. But that’s not all that matters.”
“… what does matter then?” he asked, “i would rather do what i want and while sometimes it gets people killed? it doesn’t matter.” or so he thought at least, “i know enough that you’ll stop me from pulling something stupid, but the real question is simple: do you want to?”
Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip
“It’s nothing.” A lie, he had ran across a hunter who had caught him off guard, and was a better fighter than him. It wasn’t often, but every once in a while something like this happened, and it was a situation that caused Ky to actually flee. Or, rather, advance in another direction — he got away with a busted lip, a few broken bones, and pain. Though, he would be fine… eventually, “Just… ran across someone who disliked me is all.”
he knew what kind of man his father was. no..not even a man. to call him that would be a disgrace to the gender as a whole when there was nothing masculine about what his father had done when he’d been alive. he knew all about Malphas’ reputation both from whispers of others and from the demon’s own mouth and it’s half of why he’d killed him the same day he’d met him. “no because he would’ve ripped out your vocal cords a long time ago.” which he’s been tempted to do several times. “keepcalling me that and I won’t answer to it. I know how much you hate being ignored so tell me: which is more important to you —— obedience or attention?”
“maybe so.” his fingers tapped the edge of his hands for a few moments, “maybe, he would have done something drastic a long time ago. either way, the prime difference between you, and him is that you’re m i n e.” his words were darker than expected, but all the same, he wouldn’t have it any other way, “not to mention that i don’t enjoy giving up my toy’s easily.” even if they resisted being broken in… even if they kept resisting and he should have gave up long ago. “either way, i want obedience and attention… from you.”
Peter just stared at him before biting his lip to give himself time to respond. “So…you know plans of someone else who’d like to burn the city? I mean, I know there’s a lot out there that would. But, even then.” He blew out a breath and chuckled. “You sure like to talk in weird hypothetical’s.” He shook his head. “So, I don’t have to worry about you burning down my city then, right.”
“There is nothing saying that I won’t burn it down,” he said bluntly. Of course, at the same time, there was nothing saying that he would either, “Then again, I might leave that job for someone else. You know, someone who wears a mask, and has looser morals.”
“Tomorrow morning already? That’s… wow. That’s so soon.” He’s not sure what he expected but the next day was not it. “I can’t believe I’m actually getting my best friend back tomorrow already. Will he remember everything? About being dead and all?” He wanted to ask where he’s been, since it was this easy to get him back where has he been the past few years.
in truth, he could have honestly told the other any other date, and the result would have been the same. yet, he was going to fulfill his end of the deal as soon as possible, and deal with the other details later on. “he will know he’s back, but as for how much time is gone? it’s up for each person. they might remember something or just a blank, but it’s for you to fill those in. not me.”
just due to the fact he should have known better didn’t mean that he did. ky’lar was used to getting everything he ever wanted. it didn’t matter how long it took, the demon was always pleased at the end, and had everything.
a reason to why this time around… he didn’t think that things would have gone so badly. he finally was getting somewhere with hades, finally getting somewhere, and then the demon found himself locked inside of a cage.
“—– i should have known a lot of things.” he said, “just when i thought i was getting somewhere.”
“Soft pretzels, definitely. But it’s a close toss up between cinnamon and regular.”
“Just a close toss up? I would have thought there would have been no toss up.”
That was the final spark that sent the huntress up in flames. Like a goddamn reflex, she had grabbed the demon roughly, shoving him back into her already defaced truck. Somehow in the process too, a shiny blade was held nice and tight up to his throat.
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
there was only a few times he was taken off guard like this; either when it was a decent hunter or… when he was simply playing around. either way, he knew that hunters – good ones at least -were… unpredictable. especially… one’s that could pick a demon out in a crowd.
a prime reason to why a slight grin pulled at his lips for a few moments. usually, blades didn’t to much, but ky still didn’t want to deal with having to find another vessel. especially… when he enjoyed this one so much, “you really know how to show a guy a good time, don’t ya?”
“clearly, she’s alive and kicking now.” being so used to his bouts of anger due to being on the near-receiving end of it so many times, it hardly even fazed jan anymore, and barely got a reaction out of her ( mostly that of glancing up for a brief second before looking back down to her lunch ). “but fine, whatever.”
“it’s impossible.” to ky’s current knowledge, even if she was, it wouldn’t matter. looking for her wasn’t on the top of his priority list. “—- even if she is alive, even if what you say is true,” he shook his head for a few moments, “it doesn’t matter.”
“I thought you would have learned by now that it’s not going to stop me from trying anyway so I guess we’re both disappointed here.” at this point being defiant was all he really has left and the day that ends Ky won. he’d rather see him dead before that happens. “a collar? you giving up on the chains finally? I wondered when you’d put those aside.”
“who said i would ever put the chains aside?” he wanted to torment the other, that was his amusement, and the day that caleb was no longer defiant… would be the day that he would have the perfect pet… or rather, toy. something for him to ‘play’ with to the point where when he got tired of it completely? he would kill it… or in caleb’s case, force him into the darkest pits of hell, and keep him there. it would happen in time, he knew it would, and it was why he was keeping that as his final play when everything got to be too boring for him, “you earn them every day.”
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