obedience, for the most part, is one of the few things that is NEEDED if ky’lar is going to spend ANY amount of time around you. It’s not exactly a REQUIREMENT, but he prefers more DOMINATE roles, and ENJOY’S being in charge. if he isn’t, there is a MAJOR chance that he’s going to everything in his ABILITY to establish some control there —- even if it’s NOT going to work out in the long run.
short version; he likes to be in CONTROL of every situation he’s in as it makes him feel SAFE.
“more than currency?” the teenagers head cocked to the side, a mild interest in his eyes. money was all that fueled lance – after all, it was the thing that kept him alive. he wasn’t exactly the most skilled at stealing food.
“nah, only juvie and big city jail’s for the night. not great food in either.” a wry smile manged to make it’s way to lance’s lips, mildly amused by the information. “Really? Well, that’s good to know.”
❝ money can get you far, but eventually, the appeal of it wears off to the point that having it means nothing. ❞ then again, he could afford five star hotel’s rooms with the room below ten celsius, but that was ultimately besides the point,
❝—- i once spent a month in a cell in a small town due to the fact there was flooding and the bridge collapsed. ❞
it wasn’t his best series of events nor was it his worst, but it still was a complicated matter as he let out a grunt,
❝ —— for most cases, but then again, most food isn’t great — at least in most places. ❞
❛ —– you call an ENTITY of the APOCALYPSE disgusting while you infest our work like a vermin. you THINK i hold no authority into calling you such a name yourself. my CREATOR have punished me for doing what is right and YOU sit on me like you have the RIGHTS. ❜ and with that being said, DEATH pushed the demon off, clenching his teeth together in a menacing glare.
the demon knew that CONTROLLING the horseman would be a full time job : he was something from BEFORE time and was far more POWERFUL than he could ever be. it was something he ADMIRED, but at the same time, it scared him ; to know that something would be UNATTAINABLE, and yet want it at the same time.
either way, a grunt escaped his lips the MOMENT he hit the ground HARSHLY. it was right then that he KNEW that this would be far more DIFFICULT than he had originally imagined,
❛ i do what’s NEEDED. you just FAIL to see the TRUTH. ❜
“I didn’t hear a please.” Tony teases with an easy smirk, masking the rush of excitement he got from getting ordered around. Without a pause, he sinks down to his knees and hums as he stares up at the other man. Demon. Whatever. “How about you let me keep my tongue, and I can show you what I can do with it.”
there wasn’t a please due to the fact it wasn’t needed : ky’lar never was one to be polite and when he ordered someone, he expected it to be done. there was no need for ‘pleasantries’ in this — not when he believed he owned them, ❝ ——– show me. ❞ a simple command that was issued as a statement. if tony was going to prove he could anything with his tongue, ky’lar wanted to see exactly what he was capable of.
he had TAKEN beatings several times BEFORE ; they were not all from ANGELS, but they were all the same BRUTAL. though, he couldn’t say they were NOT all his fault; in all ASPECTS, they WERE, and while he would DENY it, that didn’t make it true.
for that very reason he ended up SPITTING in the other’s direction; it would more than likely come back to BITE him soon enough, but there was a REASON the demon HATED angels. they always STUCK their nose where it didn’t belong and it was all about PRINCIPLE than anything else.
❝ ——- an’ im gonna FINISH it. ❞
“flattery will get you everywhere.” sam laughed. he was less IRRITATING than the other demons she now had to deal with on a daily basis – not that she TRUSTED him. this was hell. trust was a death sentence. “you can enjoy the view and tell me something you need.”
flattery was one of his STRONG suits these days; it had GOTTEN him out of more trouble than he could could and it was why he USED it whenever he could, ❝ true enough, but your beauty does seem to distract me. at least to my original reasons. ❞
It brought much amusement to the demon to see a fellow demon being so sarcastic with him. Not. Michael hates it. The demon delivers another punch to the Ky’s face. “I think you’re current look expresses your personality. A waste.” Michael delivers another punch to the demon. “This is what happens when you defy your leader.” Michael and Ky had argued beforehand about authority and this demon sure loves to challenge Michael with that matter. “Have we not learn anything since I took my place in Hell? You know Lucifer made me his right hand and yet, you dare challenge that authority. Why?”
there were several reasons to why the authority of michael had been in question, and the demon knew better than to admit any of them. trust and jealousy could only resort to laughter —- a reason to why he took the punches with his head held high. not even bothering to spit out another sarcastic remark this time as he just glared at the other. for now, silence was his only protection.
his hands twitched at the other’s words : eyes narrowing and entire body tense. eli was right though, somethings were better not said, but at the same time, nothing could be taken back. it wasn’t entirely his fault either —- things came out to trusted individuals and that trust could be revoked at any moment. suffice to say, he should have been more careful, and yet, he would never let anyone else know that, ❝ ——– an’ you should hold your tongue unless it’s needed. ❞
❝ i HIGHLY doubt that. ❞ a snort escaped his lips shortly after his words ; it didn’t matter if castiel just feared anything, in his mind, he barely trusted the angel to NOT smite him where he stood. though, most of the angels he came across were SMITE and not talk — though, there also were REASONS for that. if ky had a choice, he would have KILLED all of them, but he barely could hold his own against ONE — let alone an army.
either way, he took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. he couldn’t just RUN away from this — not when he had an ANGEL who seemed to CARE on his trail,
❝ —- i don’t think… ❞ he trailed off for a few moments as he made his way to open the door,
❝ —– i’m FINE, cas. ❞ he wasn’t, not by a long shot as it was already clear his body was COVERED in deep cuts, but in his mind, that was his OWN problem and no one else’s,
“that’s a matter of opinion, and your OPINION isn’t always right.” she wasn’t going to comment on his part about honesty because really, while it was hilarious coming from him in particular, she didn’t need to egg him on for it. he might have been in a good mood, but any trace of her good moods was only present around abby or nick– even chev. the most she could do now was try to turn back around once more and walk around him without looking him in the eye. “your dick can have a kiss from my fist if you don’t go away. or maybe i’ll just call abby instead.”
while it was true that he wasn’t always right, that didn’t mean that ky’lar wasn’t at least going to ATTEMPT to prove that he was. well, at least in this instance as his hands formed into tight FISTS out of habit than anything else, ❝ isn’t it? you always have seemed to thi—- ❞
however, he cut himself off at the REALIZATION that she was going to call abby. it wasn’t to say he was scared, but ky’lar was slowly ( but surely ) learning,
❝ — fine. i’ll leave, but abby won’t PROTECT you forever. ❞
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