She taps her painted nail against her chin and tilts her head ever so slightly. “oh? I think you need to be a LITTLE more detailed on that, sweetheart. I clearly know quite a few of those. – go on. I’m all ears.”
“Everyone seems to know quite a few of them, don’t they? Add a few years and people know everyone around them.” Not to mention it made things much harder when everyone knew everyone, but that was besides the point, “I need a way to destroy my father.”
“I barely know you. for all I know, you buy the cheap shit when you’re trying to impress someone to get into their pants.” he wouldn’t be the first she’s met that’s tried that particular tactic. as if it matters what you drink when you were staring at your ceiling. or their’s. “save the imported shit for next time.. if there is one.”
“if i ever managed to get into anyone’s pants, i’ll let you know.” honestly, he didn’t really care about getting into her pants at the moment. nor, did he seem to think it was important, but everything would come in due time. that he was quite sure of, “either way? i’m quite sure there will be a next time. you can count on that.”
it’s difficult not to grin in triumph, pleased that she’d made her point. if everyone else is afraid of him then having one person who isn’t was exactly what he needed. that person he can be himself with, if he chose to. he’s not wrong, though. plenty of people would annoy him but they wouldn’t live for very long afterward and she can’t be killed. “well I’ve been called worse and the way I see it, by being a thorn in your side I’m doing you a favor.”
“—– what favor would that be?” honestly, he enjoyed getting his way – most of the time – and doubted that it would ever change. the moment he didn’t, was the moment he -usually- went off on a rampage by destroying whatever he could get his hands on, “I don’t need anyone looking after me.”
he’s quiet and it lasts longer than a minute. lets the words take root and settle somewhere inside of him, biting his tongue to keep from saying anything rash. he didn’t like being owned and he never had. even with the one who more or less raised him, he’d needed his freedom too much to let him call the shots. he’d fought for it in every way and it’s taught him not to let anyone break him yet that’s how Ky wanted him. broken and submissive. eager to please if it meant being out of the chains. “I don’t have any guarantee that you won’t do it anyway if you get bored so all behaving does is delay the inevitable. maybe you should consider the fact I might already be broken and throwing me back there will save you the trouble of training me to be obedient.”
training caleb to be obedient was taking time and that was the amusing part. to keep pushing until the other broke right into the way he wanted him to. it would be taxing, even taking longer than he would hope, but all the same, it was worth it. more to the point, he wouldn’t have had it any other way, but some days, the demon got bored. he wanted someone to do exactly what he said, and caleb never was going to give it to him. he was just starting to understand that, “if throwing you back there is what you want, then it seems you won’t be going back there anytime soon. not if that is what you crave.”
“I hear you and yet…. I fail to really care.” In truth, he failed to see why he should even take the time out of his day to care, but that was another point entirely, “Why don’t you just… kill them? That always works.”
There was an emptiness in the hunter’s eyes that affirmed his secure tone. “Never said I wanted it cheap. Mark your price.”
“My price,” his lips formed into a thin-line, “is you never come after me. Not now, not ten years from now, and not even if i end up triggering the end of the world.” A pause, “ Or worse.”
he could have done without the reminder since he hated being on his knees nearly as much as he hates the demon himself. he was too defiant to let anyone tell him what to do, especially if he doesn’t want to. he falls silent though, not in the mood to argue any further. if he was quiet sometimes Ky leaves him alone and he prefers that to having his attention focused on him.
sometimes, but this wasn’t one of those times as ky decided that tormenting the other was far more enjoyable than getting the other to stop talking. that way, he could at least get some amusement out of this. after-all, he was bored of this, and quite honestly… he was getting bored of caleb as well, “see, you can listen… for once.”
a sharp smile flashed between her lips, wicked and predatory. satana l o v e d fun. and chasing. fun. the succubus could barely stand still with such an opportunity opening up before her eyes. but he was right, she would get bored, eventually. too fickle, too whimsical. “ seee! ”a gasp, and she smacked the side of his arm like an old friend. “i know it doesn’t turn out well for anyone — i’ve HEARD the stories. i might just not get bored of you in the first couple of goes. it all works out!”
for someone who was talking about hounding another person to the ends of the world, with the possibility of that person trying to break her hands later ( or worse ), she was excited like a puppy who was given peanut butter for the first time.
there was a reason he attempted to stay as far away from his own ‘kind’ ( if such a word was even possible ). they were usually amused by everything or… even following someone for years on end. truth be told, the entire situation was boring, and in his mind, flat. he had no real opinion if she did or didn’t do it, but rather, it would be annoying, and after a while… would become stale.
then again, that was just his own personal view on things. even as she smacked the side of his arm, he didn’t really seem to be bothered by it or her words. not really at least, “you might not get bored, but i will.” or, he would at least get aggravated. either way, it wouldn’t turn out well for anyone…. at least in a few mile radius of where it would happen at least.
❝ Oh please, patience isn’t my strong suit. I’m more of a KILL first ask questions never kind of girl. ❞
❝ Is it anyone’s strong suit these days? ❞ A slight grin pulled at his lips for a few moments, ❝ You can’t kill everything…. well, you can, but where would the fun in that be?❞
“Huh. Well, ‘cause you wanna hear me gloat for over an hour obviously?” he offered, an amused smirk spreading to his lips. “Oh come on, how does that work?”
“The better question is ‘how does anything work these days?’” A slight chuckle escaped his lips, “Gloat for an hour if you wish. I’m all ears….. just let me get a drink first.”
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