of course it doesn’t matter. or it shouldn’t anyway. she’s simply making a comment based on what she’s observed about him and maybe she should know better than to do that. he pulled away whenever she mentions such things and she’d rather not cause that reaction yet. ❝no, I suppose not.❞ she’d once thought the same but that was a long time ago; she’d grown bored with it since then. ❝I only do it when I have to. there’s easier ways of getting something done than simply killing someone.❞
❝ to you. ❞ maybe he shouldn’t have been so blunt : telling the truth was something that needed to happen between them, but at the same time, the demon doubted it needed to truly happen. if he was being honest, there were so many other ways than murder, but at least murder was quick —- anything else was slow and of course painful,
❝ not to anyone else. ❞
❝you’re not seriously telling me I have to watch whatever this is on my knees, are you? sounds uncomfortable.❞ if he knew what the hell they were supposed to be watching he may not have any objections but being on his knees to do it? there’s no possible way he’ll be able to focus. ❝you sure are one kinky son of a bitch. ❞
❝ uncomfortable for you. ❞ he left off the maybe as he truly didn’t care about what caleb wanted. not entirely at least,
❝ i just thought you were used to it by now. ❞ though, in truth, the demon could have cared less about how caleb watched —- just as long as he did as he was told.
“Yes, mine is what actual positive looks like and you’re is the weird twisted version.”
❝ you just don’t seem to like my versions of anything. ❞ then again, it was a rarity, but that was besides the point,
❝ especially these days. ❞
it’s strange really. once he’d hated the thought that he belonged in Hell yet now he feels a sort of comfort in it. acceptance that comes with knowing where his place is and that he fits in there. he’s tried to be part of the human world, tried learning about them and understanding them. when he was in Hell he’s just your average run of the mill demon. lower than that, thanks to his bloodline. ❝I belong there more than anywhere else.❞ it’s not an argument, he was simply stating a fact. ❝I don’t have any memories worth keeping; all I have is me.❞
❝ then it wouldn’t be a shame if i simply…. took away all your memories then? just think of how free you would be. ❞ his words came out cool, but the meaning behind them was cruel. messing with anyone’s memories were dangerous — even more so when ky’lar would make sure the other would forever be his slave. to say he might have been decent at one time would be the truth, but ky’lar rarely didn’t get what he wanted these days,
❝ i could make that happen. ❞
“I’m many things, but a good man isn’t one of them.” Then again, Ky’lar wouldn’t even call himself a man most days.
“I’m not the bad guy here. Sure, I’ve butchered countless, and started quite a few fires. However, everything i’ve done, has been to make sure that worse things don’t happen. I can assure you of that.”
“I don’t care who’s orders your under. If you don’t move out of my way, i’ll rip you to shreds, and throw you to the side.” Ky was angry, that much was for certain, and he wasn’t going to budge on this. Not if he really wanted to prove what he could personally achieve by himself.
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