all warnings and threats aside, he has a decision to make. does he help the demon on the off-chance he can make good on that favor, or should he cut his losses now and consider it a bullet dodged? one never knows what the future has in store and he could use an ace up his sleeve that Stefan wasn’t aware of. they might be getting along today but that could change by tomorrow. “obviously you’re not doing a very good job with that if you’re here asking for my help.” a dangerous gamble in itself when he’s well-known for killing the messenger or if he was feeling vindictive. “say that I have a witch who might be able to do your spell — what would she need to do?”
“if i had other options, i would have took them, but as it stands, you’re the only one that i had left.” a lie, there were more than likely others — he knew that quite well. “what i need done is simply keeping the vessel intact. i can go to another body, sure, but it still takes time to find one.” it was more than that, he could take any body he wanted to, but half the time they simply exploded, and he wasn’t willing to deal with a splattery mess, “time… that i don’t have at the moment.”
“…. is there a reason you’re on my lap?” honestly, he didn’t mind her being there, but at the same time… all he wanted to do was sleep.
“If there’s one thing i’ve learned so far? It’s don’t pick fights you can’t come away with a slim chance of winning.” Or, in his case, don’t pick fights with his own father unless you have a plan for after the fact, but that was besides the point. “If you don’t? Well, it’s just not worth the risk.”
betrayal was like air to the both of them. they pushed, they pulled, and they made sure that everything good between them was destroyed. somedays, they were content… they had a fake sense of decency between them.
then, there were day’s like this. each word was meant to dig deeper into the other; tearing everything apart until there were only shards. ky’lar was bullet proof to most things lucifer had said in the past – fighting was commonplace. he knew it better than anything these days and it was a reason to why his only response was confusion.
ky’lar tried everything to make things work. to give up what he wanted… just to be with HIS archangel and now this? if it was anyone else, he would have ended them a long time ago or even left, but… it wasn’t.
no, it was lucifer and there was no escaping… not even if he wanted to, “you could have fooled me.” the words were stated bluntly as he leaned his head back, “end it then. ‘cause, i have nothing else left… besides you.”
A grim sort of satisfaction bled over the archangels face as he notes that his words had hurt. Their true intention realized and he would simply sit back and watch the pain fester. He was a malicious man by trade, made that way by a long passed betrayal and whilst some thought he could change he knew he wouldn’t. The festering of being someone everyone hated, or doing his own thing and watching pain and suffering unfold was something he delighted in. Even if he demon that was suffering was one he had an ounce of affection for – however tainted it was now.
Yet tainted was who he was and everything he touched turned sour so there was no surprise that this had. And yet they did nothing to remove the venom that coursed between them. If anyting they simply added to it for sheer glee. ❝ If it’s nothing then why act so suspicious. ❞ The question was innocent and yet the tone in which he delivered it as accusing enough as it was.
every time he got on equal footing with the other, it was ripped away from him; words hurt and each one created fresh wounds. sometimes, he could ignore them, but at the same time… they were still there. a reason to why he attempted to let them affect him as much as they did.
yet, there was no denying that every-time he tried to break away, and do what he enjoyed… he was followed. he was watched and it was annoying. everything he did was reported and it was why he had to play it off as nothing. just… so he could have some sort of freedom, but there was doubt that even that would last anymore.
“how would you feel if you had demon’s following you all the time. just… watching and reporting your every move.” he folded his arms firmly over his chest, “it’s… uncomfortable and… i needed time alone.” /// @sorrowsfate
The demon was right about humans but Mary wasn’t exactly a normal human. As a hunter, she’d seen and experienced more than the average person and she believed in a hell of a lot more than they did. Plus she was curious who he answered to. The Winchesters had tangled with their share of Hell’s higher-ups and maybe it was someone they had a grudge against too.
“Of course it matters. Whoever you’re working for must have some serious sway if the consequences are as bad as you say.” For the first time Mary’s features soften a bit, not out of sympathy or kindness, but because of the opportunity. “There are always other options.”
Sometimes there were other options, but he didn’t have any. At least working for a crossroads demon was easier than who know’s what else. It wasn’t much, but it was a start, something to keep him off of certain radar’s, and out of trouble.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said bluntly, “Never does for my kind…even if you wish it did.” He may have avoided other demons like the plague, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t call them his kind when it was the easiest thing to do, “There are no other options. Not when you’re no longer human or… never was to start with.”
He knew Ky’lar would never stop lying, it was honestly the thing that made all their games that much more amusing. He hid things, and so did Ky and it made their battles all the more amusing as they worked to break down each others walls. Digging into the information that they could get a hold of and using it as leverage. It made their interactions much more fiery.
He raises an eyebrow towards the other as he shakes his head with nothing but humor dancing within his tone. It amused him how Ky always seemed to think he has the upper hand when in reality right now neither of them really do. Minus the fact of what Marrick had in his hands.
❝ Ya think i haven’t killed a demon before. But you forget mate, hellhounds have the ability to kill demons more easy than anyone else. Pissing me off right now is not fun. ❞
there was no doubt that if marrick got the chance, he would do whatever was needed to kill him, and the demon was fine with that. death, it was honestly what he had wanted for years — anything to maybe get some peace. not to say he enjoyed his few nice moments he had alive… there was just too much bad that it outweighed all the good.
not that he would ever admit that, his own death-wish was just to take on anyone, and beat them. if he died? well, maybe he would at least be away from it all — maybe even be able to get something good out of all the bad he’s been through. yet, he doubted it would ever happen… he doubted that anything would ever change.
after-all, he was just a demon… an abomination… a mistake. it had been drilled into his head for as long as he could remember and he doubted it would change now. a reason to why he took another opportunity to finally end it… once and for all.
he wanted to say that it was fine, that it didn’t truly matter, but the hunter he had ran into really had done a fine job on him. well, at least the body he was in, and it was why he was trying to speed the healing process for as much as possible. it wouldn’t do much, but hopefully… it would do enough to help, “it’s nothing. i can take care of myself.”
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