“What category would you lump yourself into,
then, Kid?” Frank asked blankly, “Everything’s perspective, objective… subjective, some such bullshit…”
❝ the one that SURVIVES. ❞ it wasn’t exactly the truth, but it was accurate for the moment, and only due to the fact the kid WANTED to stay alive most days. of course, on other days, it was a COMPLETELY different story, but that was life — at least to him,
“your clothes, most
likely.” it seemed like a reasonable response for such an
asinine question. this kid should’ve expected that shield would want
answers. dead bodies tended to attract far too much attention for
their liking and answers were to be expected. “if you ‘got it’
you’d understand just where you came in. they aren’t just going to
let this go because you say so.” no, steve knew they’d demand
answers and wouldn’t let up until they got them. he’d seen how they
worked and knew eventually they’d get what they wanted.
a raised eyebrow had him
wondering just what this kid was thinking. it was an interesting
thing to say, one he might’ve used once upon a time himself. “smart
thing to say but if you now anything about shield it won’t matter
what you say. you’d be doing yourself a favour by helping us out.”
steve knew he couldn’t force this kid to say anything; just like he
wouldn’t stop shield from doing their job. “if it’s going to
keep happening then help us put a stop to it before more people die.
the more people die the more the public will demand answers and then
what? what will you do then?”
he decided to ignore his instinct to shoot back an idiotic comment at the initial response. it simply wasn’t worth it to start an argument in a situation that seemed to be escalating by the moment. dead bodies were one thing and shield was inevitably another —- a reason he wanted to prevent this, but the problem was the man before him was right.
no matter what he did, shield would keep asking questions; they needed answers as more people would die. of course, answers ended up being what everyone wanted; human, mutant, or otherwise. they were what would be needed to put everything behind them and for clarification. a reason to why ky’lar knew that eventually, he would have to say something —- just not now,
❝ i’ll do what i’ve always done…. take care of myself. ❞ his lips pursed into a fine line,
❝ whatever shield wants, they can get it some other way. just not from me. ❞ not anytime soon at least.
❝It’s unwise to lie to me so please, try NOT to do so. I’m not known for my patience..❞
❝ IF I WAS LYING, there is no DOUBT in my mind you wouldn’t KNOW about it until it was FAR too late. ❞ either way, that didn’t mean he would PREVENT himself from lying. no, that simply ENCOURAGED him to twist everything to his needs just a bit MORE,
“The death of a god weighs on my shoulder,.” There exists a long list of things Judas cannot stand. Among them are obnoxious demons and hypocrites. And while he didn’t realize it, Judas would often fall into either of those categories in the eyes of other’s, if not his own. The demon prince before him was obviously powerful, Judas could feel it radiating off him in waves, but it hardly worried him, “This tough guy, hell shit act doesn’t scare me.” He practically spits his words onto the ground between them, almost surprised their acidity doesn’t burn a hole through the ground at their feet. “Just cut the crap already, all I asked for was your name.”
While the act might not have scared him, there was no doubt about it that, Ky’lar might have gone through with the wrong route with this. If he said his name, there would be unknown consequences to his actions, but at the same time, it was more than likely better to keep it silent. More to the point, this wasn’t the time nor place to even think about revealing it ; the other might have known much, but the demon didn’t care —- not at the moment,
❝ —- As i’ve said before, i’m a friend. Nothing more or less. ❞
Dean was convinced that his body was simply not made for that. His stomach twisted and turned, making growling sounds as he draped an arm over it, trying to fight back the nausea.
There had to be a better way to teleport.
He had only a few moment to take in their surroundings – the second the spotted a door that led to what looked like a bathroom, he made a dash for it, locating the toilet in a split second and raising the lid, then proceeding to empty out his stomach.
ky’lar knew that this would happen; going from one place to another in instants was taxing on most bodies. to some, they just had a slight hangover, and other’s got sick to their stomachs.
dean, seemed to be the latter in that regard, and it was why he used the moments that dean was in the rest room to grab two beers. it wasn’t out of courtesy for the other, but rather, it was a habit that he never could fully get rid of. plus, maybe it would distracting him from the more pressing concern of having a hunter in his hotel room.
either way, he placed both of the beer’s on the table as he sat down in one of the chairs. for now, he simply had to wait until dean was done getting sick, and then they could move onto business ( or so he hoped at least ).
maybe he shouldn’t have been PRESSING john’s buttons, but at the same time, the demon didn’t care. if it meant making causing CHAOS, he was all for it —- just seemed that john was more annoyed than anything else. either way, he didn’t EXPECT this kind of REACTION from the man —- even if it did take him almost FULL two MINUTES to realize he was on fire.
of course that was the truth : the more someone knew about another, the more danger they were in. it was something that ky’lar was slowly learning and at the same time, he wished that he never had to. fact of the matter or not, he wanted to learn more due to the fact it may be useful, but he wasn’t going to press him for the information. it was easier that way,
❝ —— fine. whatever you say. ❞ even though he was still slightly disappointed over-all about his decision.
the demon was ANGRY that he DIDN’T get to do what he personally WANTED to. so what if it meant the DEATH’S of hundreds of people? it would get him one STEP closer towards his GOAL. not that it MATTERED now, the only REASON he was now MUZZLED due to the fact he thought JOHN would have given him ANOTHER option.
of course, he decided, instead of spitting out a bunch of cuss words, he decided to CONTINUE hissing. that way, he wouldn’t have to say ANYTHING towards john until he was CALMED down.
when most people die, they usually go to their final ‘resting’ place. be it valhalla, hel, the underworld, or whatever their religion or spiritual belief provides honestly, it doesn’t matter to him where people go, but they all go somewhere. it could even be heaven or hell — the only problem is where do demons and angels go when they die?
for ky’lar, he believes that after he finally dies, it will be somewhere where he can have peace. even a dull burning nothingness is much better than living a times.
they are common: far more than he is willing to admit and they are the prime reason he DOESN’T sleep often. the moment he even passes out for a few minutes, he ends up having SEVERAL nightmares.
some of them he can HANDLE, but a vast majority of them he CAN’T. thus, he does everything possible to AVOID sleeping — he might HAVE to every once in a long while, but he almost always HATES every moment of it.
they usually revolve around his time in hell, his childhood that is a MASSIVE blur, and then him actually losing everyone. there are others, but those are the most COMMON ones.
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