you know, when he decided to take this whole demon thing and roll with it, he really thought he would finally be getting some peace of mind. no more saving people, no more being everyone’s dog, expected to roll on his back at the snap of their fingers. he would finally take care of himself. however, somehow—everybody was on his ass now, probably more than ever. and he was just about fed up with it.
“a prince, huh? real fancy. i’m sure you must be very important down there, but i really don’t give a rat’s ass. now, if you expect me to bend the knee or something, you’re in for a treat—”
“If everyone took the knee in my presence, the entire world would never be standing.”
It wasn’t a boast, but rather, it was simple fact. If everyone got on their knee’s around him, the entire world would be boring, and he would rather force them. Well, when he was motivated to do so at least, and that took patience — something he rarely had these days.
“So, no, I don’t think any self respecting Demon would these days —- the whole prince thing usually is just for very weird College parties and a few other more mundane things.”
She couldn’t lie to herself anymore. She’d fucked up. Big time. Another life – or – death decision and like usual she made her major choices in a split second. Normally that worked out in her favor – but this time she was starting to doubt.
Claire was having trouble catching her breath. and the pain she felt indicated she’d busted at least one rib – if she survived this she’d need a hospital visit.
Maybe he took things a bit too far this time around, making a scene out of nothing at all, but then again, that was what happened when he got angry. It burned hot in his veins and he lashed out — didn’t matter who or what it was.
“You know, if you survive, you’ll go on living your life as you usual had, but what’s the point in it anyways? Life is so…. fleeting at times, isn’t it? One little mistake for humans and they wind up dead or worse.”
❝ You do realize that being a demon or being the King of Hell shouldn’t exactly be goal of the year, right? Never-mind being the fucking goal of a lifetime, man. You could do better things. I mean, working with crossroad demons? I don’t think you can get any lower. ❞
Demons have always been worse than the average monster in Dean’s book – and fuck, that was even before all that goddamned shit with Sam came to light. It’s worse now, way worse, and fuck, if he can try to manage to talk to this guy, decipher just how far up the evil curve he is – well. That will help with some other decisions down the road, won’t it? For now though, Dean just takes another long sip of his beer, immediately ordering another when his glass is empty.
❝ What I realize is that i need far more than just a few drinks to continue this exhilarating conversation. ❞ The drinks were not needed, but they would ultimately keep himself from going too off the deep end. If they didn’t, well, he would have to deal with that when the time came.
❝ The deals i’ve made and places i’ve been are all to make things better. If you knew anything, even a piece of what i’ve been through, you would know why the only way forward is towards what i’m working for. ❞ It wasn’t the best way to put things, but at the same time, Ky’lar honestly didn’t care as he moved to take a large drink from his glass.
Hellfirebound 