two weeks had passed, and sam had immersed as much into cover as he possibly could. knowing dean and bobby, he tried not to stick his neck out more than he needed to, only taking care of milk runs for cases instead of going for the long cons, just in the interest of avoiding any other hunters who might’ve potentially been looking for him. he could handle any trouble that came his way, but the grounds of this deceit were too shaky for him to stand comfortably on. after all, he didn’t even get a word from his friendly neighborhood demon. not until two weeks later, when he was just fixing to hit the road.
putting away his things, he was just about to zip everything up until he suddenly felt the other’s presence. however, upon drawing his gun and aiming it in ky’lar’s direction, the man almost immediately relaxed… at least, a little bit. when the demon went on to confirm that he had, in fact, obtained the soul, he narrowed his gaze a bit before insisting,
❝ show me. ❞
he should have expected the gun pointed at him, but instead, he was taken just slightly off guard by the action. true, sam was a hunter — a soulless one even —- and he thought that they had a slight understanding. well, at least an understanding that ky’lar always went through with his deals. not that it mattered too much anymore; being gone for two weeks was simply a way to keep the horseman off his trail.
if given the opportunity, he would have done the exact same thing again, but maybe next time just slightly longer. that way, he would have been sureno one else was picking up his sent, but then again, that would have taken far more motivation than he currently had.
either way, the demon pulled out a small container from his jacket pocket with a grunt, ❝ as promised, your soul is now in my rightful hands, and i’m quite certain no one will attempt to take it from me.❞ even if they tried, they wouldn’t get far, but then again, he doubted anyone would do that… at least anytime soon.
He had ALWAYS been RECKLESS and BOLD when it came to what he truly wanted to do. There was always AMUSEMENT to be had and it didn’t matter WHO got hurt by it. Human, MUTANT, or otherwise, they were ALL the same to him —- just SOMEONE in his way that would be REMOVED one way or another.
❛ You might be RIGHT. However, I simply FAIL to care to see why that’s MY problem. ❜
However, Ky’lar FAILED to see WHY he should PERSONALLY care about how he APPROACHED things. In his mind, as long as he got the job DONE, that was all that mattered, and anything else was just FILTER.
It was becoming increasingly clear that this boy was not so different from his father. The apple didn’t FALL far from the tree, Magneto thought. It was too bad, because the attitude could easily get him KILLED in the future.
But he was right, that wasn’t on Magneto, that was entirely on Ky. If it ended up killing him, what would it MATTER to Magneto in the end? In fact, it might be an AMUSING piece of news to hear later on.
The demon may not BELIEVE he needed guidance, but Magneto believed otherwise.
Magneto reached up between them to flick a droplet of BLOOD away from the side of his face. He hardly knew him, and yet he could already tell his spirit was not one to be TIED down, to be restrained. If he was caught, and the humans didn’t do everything in their power to kill him, provided he didn’t escape. Magneto had SEEN their defenses, seen what they could and would do.
And it was BETTER not to take that risk.
❛ —— Allow me to extend something.. Call it…a PEACE offering. As much as the notion may be detestable. ❜
Magneto turned his back on him once more and then this time, he lifted from the air, hovering a few feet above the other, preparing his DEPARTURE.
❛ Come with ME. I command the Brotherhood of Mutants. Perhaps the reputation SPEAKS for itself. But we could BENEFIT by having someone like you on our side. You’re FREE to leave at any TIME, of course. ❜
He was NOT trying to imply in the slightest that he was intending on taking him prisoner or against his will. This was a CHOICE. It was IMPERATIVE it stayed that way. There was a pause where Magneto weighed his next words carefully.
❛ —— I’d HATE to see you make the same mistakes as Mephistopheles. I think you’re SMARTER than that. Same spirit…and perhaps the same level of PRIDE…❜
Magneto looked more AMUSED than chastising, a glint playing in his eyes at his description.
❛ But reasonable, nonetheless. Take it into CONSIDERATION at least.❜
Detestable or otherwise, there were ALREADY limited options that Ky’lar had. If this had been YEARS ago, he might have STOOD a chance trying to BLEND in with the rest of HUMANITY, but that time was LONG past.
To even ATTEMPT such actions would be IDIOTIC these days. He wasn’t here to ESCAPE from another realm, but rather, to ENJOY himself before being DRAGGED back.
The OFFER, for all that it was WOULD be taken; not due to the fact he NEEDED help, but rather, it would more than likely ASSIST him in the near future.
Of course, KNOWING that he was FREE to make his exit at ANY given time was one BENEFIT; staying confined was never something he ENJOYED and it wouldn’t CHANGE depending on where he was.
Amusing as their CONVERSATION may be, there WASN’T any trust there; that would have meant that he had CONFIDENCE in the other.
So far, that was YET to be seen, but things could change QUICKLY given the right set of CIRCUMSTANCES.
❛ The MISTAKES that he’s made are NOT mine. ❜
His words were shot back at the other with more than ENOUGH anger. It may have been unintentional, but at the same time, he wished to DISTANCE himself from Mephistopheles as much as POSSIBLE.
❛ Nor, will they EVER be. ❜
It didn’t mean he WOULDN’T make the EXACT same one’s, but rather, he didn’t want his own ACTIONS compared to ANYONE else —- it didn’t matter if they were RELATED to him or not.
Distance was NECESSARY as ky’lar didn’t want to be JUDGED on what anyone else had done. At the same TIME he often HID behind selfish REASONS due to the fact it SUITED his needed, and usually kept him alive.
Either way, he RESTRAINED himself from making any ACTIONS he would REGRET later down the road. Not that it would matter eventually; he ALWAYS ended up MESSING with the ORDER of things and NEEDING allies to help CLEAN up his MESSES.
It was for that VERY reason it was in his best INTERESTS to take the OFFER and not ask QUESTIONS ( at least for the time being. ).
❛ As for the Brotherhood, anything would be BETTER than here. ❜
Though, mainly, that was due to the fact that he STILL needed to get USED to earth again, and maybe it would give him a CHANCE to relax.
❛ I MEAN it.❜
❝we are. I haven’t punched yet, just said I was going to if you don’t shut that big mouth of yours.❞ or come up with a better use for it than talking. at this point she’s not that picky on which. ❝how sure are you that you want to find out?❞
❝ on a scale of one to ten? well, i’d say pretty sure, but i’ll shut up if you let me buy you a drink. ❞ more to the point, it was a way to get him to silence himself, and they both might get something out of it. more or less.
He’s right you know. Angels are not suppose to mix themselves with demon, but then again. Look what happened between he and Meg. They got along just fone, even if the Winchesters condoned the relationship. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t help. You haven’t given me a reason to not to.” All Castiel likes to do is help people, even if it meant helping the enemy. In some cases. In this particular one, a demon that he doesn’t know needs help and the young seraph can’t help himself from walking away on someone.
while he might have not gave a reason as of yet, that didn’t mean that he would never do so. it didn’t matter what he did or even tried everyone would want his head eventually and he knew it. therefore, he wanted to keep things short, and he could deal with… whatever he was feeling later. if he even made it that far,
❝ they all say that, but the reason is i exist. ❞ he took in a deep breath before letting out a few coughs,
❛ look, asshole, unless you start making sense or give me something i can quote in my next article, why don’t you just scram. i don’t have time to waste. ❜
❝ you want somethin’ to quote? how ‘bout you look into the richardson fire ‘round ten or so years ago. once ya do that, maybe you’ll start seein’ some sense, bu’ eitha way? you’ll find a trail of murders all linked together. ❞
realization hit the ‘wolf like a ton of bricks, body seizing up and head jerking straight. memories slammed into mind unrelenting, threatening to drown eli under the sudden onslaught of sensory memories pressing at the edges of mind. no, no, no, not again. heart was lodged in throat, vines were encroaching around rib, and the ‘wolf could do little but try and ride the memories out, could do little but try to come out the other side unscathed. wide eyed gaze settled on the demon but the ‘wolf did not respond — could not respond, unable to drag himself from the thorns ensnared around him.
he expected some sort of response from the other, but all the same, the demon knew fully well that he would obtain one soon enough. if it wasn’t right away, by the end of this little ‘session’ there would be no doubt about it that the ‘wolf would be,
❝ aww, notfeeling up to talk right now? we’ll get there eventually. ❞ it was then he moved his right hand under eli’s chin,
❝ —— and painfully. ❞
. stubborn. bobby waits, brows raised in anticipation, hoping that ky’lar will at least TRY to get some practice in, or let out his frustrations. anything to keep him from seeming like some kind of half-feral CREATURE instead of a person. when he finally agrees, bobby smiles. ❝ awesome! i’ll get suited up and meet ya down there. ❞ with luck, no one else was using the simulator and they could run a program in peace.
ky’lar knew fully well that what he was doing would come back to BITE him one way or another. it didn’t matter how much he TRAINED or how much he FOCUSED his abilities. in his mind, once he got to that point where he actually TRIGGERED everything, there was no LIMIT to what he could, and would do to anyone around him. he just HOPED that bobby was SMART enough to know when things were getting out of CONTROL and that he would be able to shut him down WHEN the time came for it,
❝ —- yeah, i’ll change also. would be nice to get into something a bit more… suited for this. ❞
a loud groan emitted from his chest, “ if you must know it’s a great formula. hair doesn’t naturally look this poised and perfect. “
❝ hair also is meant to not be cut, but we can’t have everything we’re meant to have. ❞ either way, it didn’t matter too much to him,
❝ also your hair? not so great. ❞
she grinned and leaned into him slightly head cocking to the side, ❛ ——- Well then, I’ll just have to ply you with my famous grilled cheese until you crack. ❜ she teased, tone playful, ❛ I have a special ingredient I put in mine.❜ she admitted before leaning back in the seat and brushing her hands against the table top.
❛ oh, i’m quite sure that i could oblige you with that. ❜ hat much was clear as he moved to take a few more large bites : swallowing and then moving to take a drink,
❛ of course, i would love to find out what the special ingredient is, but i’m a patient man. i’m quite sure that i’ll manage to find out eventually. ❜
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