The spitting was nothing, if anything it was just another stamp on how CHILDISH the other was. Red eyes flash with humor as he just manages to dodge the headbutt and instead brings the other forward and slamming him against the wall again making sure to watch as his head bashes off it. Marrick wasn’t even trying, he could do much worse as he was older. Probably older than the males father. After all he had not wanted to fight and maybe it was showing in his actions he didn’t know but what he did know was that he was BORED already. ❛ All you are is a little fucking boy trying to grab something that isn’t yours. I can’t wait to watch you FAIL.❜
there was no doubt about it that marrick was older : that much was already clear long ago. a reason to why he knew this would be a challenge; when he fought older beings, he had to make a plan, and that took weeks of research, but this was done out of spite more than anything else. something, that shouldn’t have been done in any aspect —- yet, still, all the same, the demon found himself in a losing situation.
head bashed against wall as if he was a child — he was in reality —, pride weakened, and there as nothing he could do about it. though, the hound’s words were correct; he was still a child. one, that had much to learn…. even though he would never admit it.
a reason to all his response ended up being was a deep growl.
❛ at least i’ll be comfortable on a bed. ❜ jessica quipped, somehow strangely satisfied that he was no longer saying that chains wouldn’t suit her. – but reality of what she had been enticing an actual demon with set in and she internally rolled her eyes at herself. she couldn’t say that she didn’t get herself into trouble sometimes. ❛ a once in a lifetime offer, huh? somehow i’m doubting that. ❜
❛ you DOUBT me? ❜ in his mind, it truthfully WASN’T that hard to honestly doubt him, but all the same, that DIDN’T mean he wouldn’t TEASE her about it,
❛ i say it’s ONCE in a lifetime as it’s going off the TABLE the moment i leave this ROOM. no if’s, and’s, or butt’s. ❜
while that may have been true, ky’lar didn’t seem to truly care about what was said about it : life had a funny way of smacking him in the face over and over again. he wanted out of everything and that meant even existing. he thought john knew this, but at the same time, ky should have known better than to trust constantine with anything,
❝ ——— i don’t care anymore, john. i want out, is that too much to ask? ❞
he knew that it was entirely possible for john to do something major ; the last few times he had been terrified, but it wasn’t for long. john constantine amused the demon, but more than anything else, he wanted to learn all about him.
there was just something about john constantine that ended up drawing him in and in truth, that was a reason the demon never wanted to leave. though, at the same time, he knew that eventually, everything would come crashing down around him. it was all just a matter of time.
❝ so, your NEWEST name for me is dipshit? ❞ a slight grin pulled at his lips as his right hand moved to grip the other’s THROAT harshly,
❝ let’s see how you ENJOY being ROASTED over a volcano, would you LIKE that, caleb? ❞
❝ that’s some voodoo type fuckery, ain’t it ? what exactly are you or who you s’pose to be ? ❞
❝ what you call FUCKERY, i simply call REALITY, but let’s just call it a CURSE. one that you CAN’T get out of simply by actions ALONE. ❞ either way, he decided to SKIP the part where he explained what he was,
❝ it’s ky’lar. ❞
a perfectly lined brow arched at his words, curiosity glistening in the bed of her hues. her aim didn’t lower, but her finger stopped tickling the trigger of the gun that was just barely a hairline away from the other. her hand canted to the side, and her gaze flickered up and down along the demon as if she could pinpoint any threat through article of clothings. ‘sure you aren’t. i’m sure that’s what they all say before they let you turn your back around and kill you. ‘
❛ if i was any other demon, they would have already thrown you into a wall, but sadly enough, i don’t feel like getting shot at today. ❜ he gestured towards himself, ❛ these are my favorite clothes —- i would hate to have them covered in blood. ❜ not that he wouldn’t be opposed to that line of thought, but ky’lar was trying to play nice, ❛ if it helps, i don’t expect you to turn your back on me. i wouldn’t. ❜
❛ You killed me FUCKIN’ brother and expect me to keep me trap shut. Damn you demons get fuckin’ dumber. And nah guess ya daddy doesn’t have fuck all ta do with it. Not after me mother has finished tearin ya apart. How’s it feel ta know tha the eldest hellhound ta exist is after ya pretty neck. One loyal ta only Lucifer but for tha sake of her sons she’d take ta archangel down aswell. Think if tha rumors are true ya daddy would stand and fuckin’ watch me mother tear ya apart.❜
usually, when people came after him for TEARING apart one of their family members, ky’lar was able to shoot back a few choice words, and be on his way. of course, this was a DIFFERENT situation all together, and he truly DOUBTED that simply WORDS would get him out of this. to say the very LEAST, it wasn’t a good place to be, but ky KNEW that he could get out of this one way or ANOTHER, ❛ there are SEVERAL who would want to see me TORN to shreds, but even more who would KEEP me alive. ❜ much to his dismay at times,
❛ so, let’s be PRETTY clear ‘bout this, yes? let her TRY and see what it GETS her. ❜ teeth were already BARED by his last words : his TAUNT coming out by DEFAULT as not just to prove a way he WASN’T scared, but also that he KNEW he would be facing this ALONE, and that not even LUCIFER could save him from this.
they were covered THICKLY in blood; the flesh had even been BURNT off some and it was clear WHATEVER he had been doing didn’t end well for the one on the RECEIVING end. as much as ky’lar ATTEMPTED to DISTANCE himself from OTHER’S, ana was one few people he could STAND to be around, and it was why his head LOWERED at her words.
If he didn’t need to EXPLAIN anything, he wouldn’t, and he’d slip his USUAL gloves on later to hide the marks. Anything so he wouldn’t have to ELABORATE on what he had DONE and would more than likely do AGAIN.
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