Tag: the eternal queue

hc + daredevil!

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There are many things that could be specifically stated about the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 

However, none of them are decent, and rarely is the subject brought up. Now, that’s not to say he doesn’t like him —- ironically, if they were to ever meet, he would more than likely request the Devil’s help to actually take down his father ( blackheart ) if only in rumors ( daredevil #270 ) that he was able to defeat him ( even though he almost died with out the help of spiderman ).

Though, in truth, it would either come down to a massive fight or they could possibly get along.

Either way, my personal headcanon is that Ky’lar would instantly take a high DISLIKE for him… at least until Ky was able to see past his own hate towards… well anyone.

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it wasn’t concern; it was more of a statement that would become fact. as much as ky’lar hated everyone, he wasn’t going to allow david to die —- not anytime soon at least. that was ky’lar’s job and no one else’s, ❝  —- your buying this time. ❞

// @justdidntwantme

condemnedtragedy:

if he was going to kill him he would have done it already, anyone who knew him should at least know that. and while he might still be wondering why he hadn’t, he’d let Ky’lar in then listened to the reason for his visit. what he’s having trouble figuring out is why the demon’s problem is one he should be concerned about fixing. suggesting a favor’s a risky play since he’s not known for leaving loose ends when they’re no longer useful to him and there is no guarantee that Ky’lar even would be. ❝you’re aware of my reputation, right? owing me might not work out well for you.❞

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ky’lar was aware as he could be; it wasn’t much, but at the same time, it was was enough. in his mind, there was already limited options for the situation he was in, and things were getting worse by the day. a reason to why he chose this one instead of attempting to fix it by himself.  

❝ i can handle myself. ❞ bold words; even from someone who could barely do anything due to the pain, but all the same this was one of the last chances he had.

               NOT a game ? well. doesn’t every trickster, murderer, betrayer swear that THIS ONE TIME it wasn’t just out of fun at all ? every muscle tensed, fingers slowly freezing amelia realized that even though she didn’t bothered about the cold, goosebumps covered her arms. something was WRONG. she had to leave. this wasn’t a situation she shouldn’t be in — especially not alone. especially not THAT LATE.  ❝ i’ve seen many of your kind and NONE was a good kind of type, pretending not to care. ❞, she spit out her disbelief, still staring at the other. ❝ maybe i don’t care, but i swear you. if you don’t get out of my way, i’ll freeze your ASS. ❞

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                ❝ —— and what EXACTLY is my kind?  ❞ it was a question that DEMANDED an answer due to the fact that he personally DIDN’T think there were any OTHER’S like him. even if there were, he DOUBTED it would matter in all reality, 

❝ ‘cause, there is NO one like me, an’ i doubt there EVER will be. ❞

         “And what information could you possibly want?”

there were many things that he could possibly want, but for now, he was going to inquire about more urgent matters, and hopefully it would give him a true reason to continue on this damnable mission, 

❝ on how to put an end to someone quite old and quite powerful. ❞

hellstrcm:

   being called a lackey was not something UNUSUAL. maybe they didn’t use the exact word, but they often went as far as ‘sister of the son of the satan’ which was not only unnecessarily confusing, but also plain IDIOTIC. if satana decided to wrap her fingers around his fragile neck at some point of this absolutely lovely conversation, it was probably better for him to think of her less, and her just to play along. in fact, she KNEW she wanted to break a few fingers of his already. that’s how dashing the gentleman was. 

                         “ and PERHAPS you are of little importance, have you thought about that? if a simple LACKEY is sent to get you, it says more about you than about me. ”

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                            “Little IMPORTANCE to some, but not all.” 

Though, the idea of IMPORTANCE varied through personal thoughts on the matter, and of course NECESSITY. In his mind, it rarely mattered WHO was sent after him — sometimes it was simple LACKEY’S and other times it wasn’t. 

                             “If one was sent after me, it must not have been IMPORTANT, but then again? I’ve been wrong before — general grunts don’t really HAVE the ability to do more than prove some light amusement.”

The PAST had already outlined that he and Kylar would not be getting along anytime soon and that meant his intention to hit him just grew the more the male spoke. Leaning backwards he brings his arms up to cross over his chest. ❛ Why the hell would i help you find a SOUL, if you lost it then that’s on you. But for sake of curisoity, if ya’ve lost it, how do you know a reaper hasn’t already took it.❜

He knew he shouldn’t have said anything —- that way, he wouldn’t have to deal with anything after. What he wanted, it was complex, but there was already a chance the other would simply punch him for the sport of it. Something that Ky’lar knew would come, but all the same would deal with it when the time came, “I never lost it.” His lips pursed into a thin-line before he spoke again, “I just need to know.”

// @tragiclcss​