❝ Because you forgot one major thing, pompous prince. In the end no matter who states a soul is there, they all end up as property of a reaper. Even you demons. ❞ There was nothing but true facts reigning in his tone as well as a taint of jest as he jibes at the other. After all he was owned by death, not demons. ❝ So again – why should i help you find a soul which as it stands belongs to me and my boss. ❞
“To be quite fair, i’m not an ordinary demon.” Even if he was, Ky doubted that he would say anything different. However, Logan was right, and there was no denying that little piece of information. All souls, it didn’t matter who claimed them, were all property of a Reaper. Still wouldn’t stop him from asking at any-rate, “’Course, I fail to see why it matters. All I need to know where it is and then… I can go from there.” Honestly, he doubted he would get any answers, but he was at least trying ( even if he knew there were some paths that should have stayed closed forever ), “Either way? Let’s just say… it’s personal and that I had to come from somewhere.”
Honestly Marrick would rather do a million and one things instead of playing babysitter to the due he hated more than anything in the world but alas this was the order he had been given. ❝ So what if you sleep with him. I’ve been in his service since the day he saved my mother and i was born, long before even your father was born. ❞ And despite his many faults Marrick was loyal.
He knew the other had assumptions and to be honest Marrick didn’t give a shit for them. He had no idea why he was chosen but when the archangel gave him an order he didn’t ignore it. ❝ It ain’t happening mate, so just sit down and be a good boy. ❞
“You do know that ‘sit down and good boy’ doesn’t really go into the same sentence with me, right?” Honestly, all Ky wanted was to do what he wanted with no real limitations, and at the moment, that wasn’t happening, “’Course, you’re right. You’re older, stronger, and more than likely more loyal.”
Not that it truly mattered to him, Marrick could have been the right hand of Lucifer, and he still wouldn’t have changed his attitude towards him. “I just don’t care. ‘Cause, I have a good feeling that when the punches start coming? You’ll be down for the count and then i’ll find out what is up his ass.”
Amusement was starting to curl in the Reaper’s eyes as he eyes the demon as large arms come up to cross over his chest, lips rolling slightly as he thinks over the words the other spoke. ❝ So what it was TAKEN from you. ❞ He laughs, making fun of the other – a small salve for the itching want to punch him. ❝ Or are you trying to steal SOMEONE elses. ❞
“The real question is why does it matter?” Even if the soul was taken from him, to go after just one for a deal was meaning less. At least, it was in his mind, but this one was important. The soul he was after was worth more than his own ( if he even had one ), “I simply need to know where it is. Nothing more.”
“I’m feeling SUICIDAL every day. “ Now, that was the UNDERSTATEMENT of the century. “You just don’t see it too OFTEN.” Rather, he at least attempted to cover it up MOST days.
He could see rather clearly across the others face the truth of his words, it was written as clear as ink on a page and it does nothing to curb the humor dancing across his face. He was slowly learning the other the more they had interactions and whilst Marrick normally felt nothing but anger and distrust during them that didn’t mean he wasn’t learning all he could about the other. It was just who Marrick was – looking for weaknesses or ways to get under the other’s skin.
❝ Oh come on now RICHARDSON, how long have you been wanting to kill me now ??. ❞ He knew he’d just crossed a line but that was another thing the two did – pissed each other off in the worst ways. And one of Marrick’s was calling Ky’lar by his last name. Fingers dancing across the bars of the cell as he chuckles.
part of him wanted to RIP his way through the bars just to TEAR the other apart. it WOULDN’T happen, not this time around, but that didn’t mean he would ATTEMPT to do so if he was pushed far enough.
no, ky’lar was BIDING his time, and saving his energy for the one who LOCKED HIM IN THERE TO START WITH. his fight with the HELLHOUND could wait until that much was FINISHED.
of course, his TENDENCY to entice VIOLENCE wherever it was; the ITCH HE COULD NEVER SCRATCH was becoming far more prevalent for the moment. a reason to why a low snarl escaped his lips; just enough to SHOW that he wasn’t going to take the other’s ATTITUDE for the moment.
“fuck you!” he wasn’t going to ANSWER the question, to do so would have been MEANINGLESS, but it was QUITE clear that the answer was ‘ the moment they met’.
IT WAS no secret that Marrick and Ky’lar were never going to get along. The two hated each other – depsised was probably a more adapt word to use and if the hound was honest. He’d much rather see Ky’lar BURN than be forced to work with him. And it’s why when the opportunity presents itself he can’t help but dig the knife into the others flesh.
Their fights were numerous and never ENDING and the same with their constant arguments. It was who they were and simply a statement of how they should never work together. An eyebrow raises as he watches the other fall against the wall. Amusement colouring his blue eyes as his head shakes
the moment he stopped lying, would be the moment he would have been DEAD. if not that, close enough to the point where it would quite honestly count.
not to say that he DIDN’T have a death wish, he did, and everyone around him knew it. sometimes, he was able to avoid taking action on it, but today, it was of those rare days that he just didn’t care. nor, would he admit just how badly it hurt ( least of all to marrick ).
“you would like that, wouldn’t you? for me to finally admit that you did something right for once.” ky’lar couldn’t help, but ROLL his eyes at that idea, “it’s nothing. you should know it takes more than that to take me down.”
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