espionique:

“ _{boredom gets the best of you,}” _{heels echo the alley as she steps over bodies and perceives their demise from above,} “ _{call me an instant admirer. i’ve been looking for someone with your strength,} ” _{she ponders what else can he do, how can she persuade, what did he thirst for? power, respect, and wealth comes with her guarantee but she also means to protect herself before allowing anyone, let alone a stranger, take advantage.}

“ only on days that end in the letter ‘y’. ” it wasn’t the entire truth, but it would suffice for the moment. or, rather, he hoped so at least. then again, ky rarely had days where he wasn’t bored or bothered with something in all reality. “ an’ i’m quite sure you can find someone who can match it. ” possibly, but ky was being somewhat modest for the moment, and not admitting the blunt reality that there were only a few who could match him on good days. “ might not be tomorrow, but i’m sure someone can. now, what do you want? ”

deathresistant:

❛ easy ‘ tall, dark and handsome ’ – don’t flatter yourself too much. ❜

^{@hellfirebound >> starter call}

_{❛ i hardly would call it flattery. think of it more as simple truth. nothing more… nothing less. ❜}

His front teeth plunge into the gums of his lower jaw when presented with that reminder, his rage curdling as a coppery tang filled his mouth. This was not the first time that Blackheart’s seed had stressed what was and now would forever be beyond his grasp; his worthiness, and the misguided belief that all those of divine bearing were deserving of both their powers and their worshippers.

And speaking of beliefs, his was so shaken that it was rather easy to see why this blood son of Odin had plunged from good graces and straight into the mucky marsh of infamy – down here were a fallen god may forge uneasy alliances with the despicable and untrustworthy.

“The reminder of my present predicament is not necessary, Ky’lar.” Even if it was, he refused to hear mention of it. But, he’d be caught out as a liar if he did not admit to finding appeal in Ky’lar’s offer, no doubt some crude form of Faustian bargain, but he was no position to be choosy. Or decline the help put forward, for that matter.

“But pray tell what it is that you mean for me to help you with. And should you fail to upload your end of this agreement, do know that I am not above wresting the life from your loathsome form.”

_{“And a reminder to you that this… predicament could very well be the only reality for you.” Of course, if the one before the Demon managed to gain back their worthiness in full, it could pose problems, but they were not important for the moment. No, all Ky truly worried about was his own situation, and how to move the unworthy one right into place.}

_{“You lost what you were; there is no denying that, but we both know… it could be changed.” Anything could with the right motivation in all reality. All it truly took was time… not to mention a little effort on Ky’s part.}

_{Still, it was a risky play. More so if he couldn’t hold up what he promised, but he’d get around to that – if not today? When the time actually came to it. That much was for sure as everything came full circle… especially for the both of them.}

_{“All you need to do is help me dig up a few corpses, make some new one’s, and kill a few… hundred people.” there was more that needed to be done, but that was an easy way of putting things.}

_{“If my family just happens to show up? Well… you’ll take care of them, won’t you?”}

[SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: What makes me so different? The magic?
[SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: A ‘lesser??’
[SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: And here I thought I was the egotistical asshole.
[SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: You really are something else.
[SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: I haven’t agreed to anything yet.

_{[ SMS→ STRANGE ]: You’re lesser than me.
[ SMS→ STRANGE ]: On most days.
[ SMS→ STRANGE ]: I fail to see the problem in that.
[ SMS→ STRANGE ]: You’re different.
[ SMS→ STRANGE ]: Simply that.
[ SMS→ STRANGE ]: The magic is just one part of it, Strange.}

. that’s the damn truth. anything DIFFERENT is wrong. luckily bobby at least LOOKS normal and can play well enough at ACTING normal that he can pass in society. not everyone’s so lucky, and it’s those people bobby tries to stand up for. even the dangerous ones. like KY’LAR.

bobby snorts, eyes rolling in a measure of petulance that makes his privilege SO obvious. ❝ yeah, that’s convenient. years later you claim you cared all along, you were just trying to protect us. ❞ it’s scathing, even moreso than he’d thought himself capable of.

❝ i’m starting to think your family isn’t the problem. it’s YOU. it’s always been YOU. too scared to let someone close, you gotta run away and destroy shit in the process. whatever, i’m over it.

❞

_{oh, bobby was spot on. he was RIGHT. if things were under the CORRECT circumstances ( or even said the proper way ), ky wouldn’t have left – hell, an arrangement could have been made so he could have stayed. all it would have taken was some bargaining.}

_{the only problem was that back then ky was TERRIFIED; even more so than he was now. when he left, he wanted to not deal with rules OR even training, and looking back on it? it was BOTH a mistake and BLESSING at the same time.}

_{he wasn’t ready back then to deal with everything – all he could do was run. DESTROY everything around him and then RUN away from what he had just did. it was a CONSTANT cycle, but at lease these days he had LEARNED to focus his attention ( even if he didn’t think it was needed ).}

_{❝ or, maybe, ❞ a step forward was taken and ky’s right hand moves to touch bobby’s shoulder for a moment, ❝ it was the WHOLE LOT of YOU. ❞ his words burned; even as he said them, but they needed to be said – at least maybe then ky could GATHER himself together once again. ❝ i was given a CHOICE to stay or leave; i MADE mine due to the fact I- ❞ the words caught in his throat as he tried to control his breathing and his RAGE that seemed to be burning at the back of his mind.}

_{a reason to why he SUCKED in a deep breath and closed his eyes TIGHTLY as his mouth went dry due to the words he was about to speak. ❝ i wanted it gone. i wanted EVERYTHING gone. ❞}

“ _{a long list of your activities –}” _{she would rather not begin to list them all or think of them to encourage her and distract from the task at hand. a step taken forward and a hand tight on her hilt, she wants to strike because she knows he’s playing a game with her – a game he’ll surely seek defeat by the hand of sif.}

“_{i won’t ask twice,}” _{sif eyes him; limbs to expression, by the smirk on his lips as she finds disgust within her soul.}

_{“ can’t or simply just wont? “ he asked, grin slowly spreading across his lips. “ the way I see it’s quite simple – in my mind, i could on on about what i’ve done and at the same time? i don’t see the point.” not to mention that it would be a waste of breath ( not to mention taxing ). still, distractions were needed, but not when it became more bothersome than the cold hard truth.}

_{“ either way? “ a slight grin spread across his lips. “ i’ll give you this one opportunity to turn back and forget about this. ” he could have said more, but truth be told? he didn’t quite see the point. “ so, how about you run along. ”}

As words gave way to growls and a veil of incomprehensible noise, the blond followed suit, contributing his own variety of sounds to the mix with his grunts and other indications of energy being spent. When he was like this, Ky had the advantage; Odinson was denied the aid of his axe, no doubt confiscated by Mephisto beforehand which left the fallen god completely unarmed.

Which was fine, he tries to tell himself. A good challenge made for suitable practice; and this was a fight where the odds were severely stacked against his favour. He was ready for the challenge and was fully prepared to fight from his corner, caring little about who he had to go through to win his freedom from this torment.

Pressing his attack, Odinson doesn’t dawdle for long after headbutting Ky, pursuing him with speed when he is sent stumbling backwards to tackle the demon in a lunge, arms wrapping tightly around his chest as they both crash against the floor of the cell.

When it emerges that he had ended up sitting on top of Ky, the unworthy one moves quickly to press a knee against where the midriff was had he still faced a human opponent, before raining bludgeoning hell down on his foe by striking his face with a series of quick jabs and punches, alternating constantly between flesh hand and fist.

Blood soon coated his knuckles but still he failed to stop, too desperate to strike fast and to strike hard, all whilst Ky was still without his wits and the furore felt by that initial transformation had finally worn off.

_{Slamming to the ground was harsh; couldn’t be avoided in such a confined space.}

_{His anger may have been under control, but he still wasn’t thinking clearly. Nor did he think he’d be able to anytime soon.}

_{Fire burned through his veins after each hit. Being immobile did that when you were pinned to the ground. More so as it was a wakeup call – one that meant he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was.}

_{Not that he could do anything about it; a series of hisses and curses escaped his lips as his arms went up to at least block some of the hits. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would give Ky the advantage he ultimately needed to turn the fight in his favor.}

_{“Is this all you got?” The words were spat out through a series of deep hisses. “Little unworthy, Thor!” Ky’s tone turned darker – almost into a series of laughs as he clawed punch towards the other’s face. “Can’t hold his own against a real demon so he picks on a mere child.” And for once, Ky was being honest about himself; he still was a child. One, who had much to learn… not just about the worlds, but who he was as well.}

The side of Thor’s mouth lifted upwards when he heard Ky part with that remark, amused that his view towards the mystic weapons had become disfavourable. It eliminated the suspicion he felt guilty for entertaining that the man may try to repeat history– and become worthy once more. “Oh? That makes a change.” Humming thoughtfully, he stepped back as Ky boarded, waiting a few seconds until leading him inside the cabin.

The interior was cramped, but still held enough space for a god and a a demon to stand without needing to crouch. In one corner a host of treasures were piled; a mixture of hammers, golden trinkets and other wares belonging to his home. Thor paid the collection little attention as he gestured for ky to take a seat around a table that was far too small for the thunderer to be seated at without risk destroying the furniture.

“Consider my assistence yours to use as required. Though, further elaboration is necessary. What is it that I am needed for to help you with confronting?”

_{The risks with this little talk increased every second he was here. Ky knew from past experience that Thor – no matter the case – was unpredictable. Worthy, unworthy, or whatever he was now. It all was cause for unease.}

_{Ky couldn’t directly pin-point what would make the God trust him more, but he also wasn’t interested in attempting to gain that trust either. To do so meant he cared for the God’s opinion and for the moment… he did not.}

_{Once he sat down, Ky’s eyes locked on Thor’s own – mainly so he could get his point across. There were many things he truthfully wanted or, rather, needed assistance for, but this wasn’t a social call. Nor would it ever be.}

_{“My family.” More specifically, Ky needed a way to make sure he was never dragged back to Mephisto’s realm. So far, the only way he knew of was to fight, and Ky couldn’t do it on his own. Not now and not ever. He just wasn’t strong enough.}

❛ i don’t think that as someone who just admitted to having no taste in fashion you can be a judge of whether it looks bad or not. ❜ a deep breath, her frustrations were leaking through like water through a broken barrage. something like that shouldn’t have brought out so many negative emotions all at once, but weren’t demons supposed to look good all the time ? so people would want to be them instead of running tinto the other direction. ❛ for the record, i never exactly liked you before, but this makes me want to jab my eyes out. change, or i’ll change it for you and there’s no guarantee you’ll like what you see. ❜

_{“Or, you could jab your eyes out, and I could watch.” His tone dripped sarcasm, but all the same, he spun around with a chuckle. “Either way, I’d get my amusement for the night.” Or so he thought at least. Still, the idea of having to change was something he hated – even though he would do it… just to not hear about it again. “Among other things… I have found that no matter what I do i’ll always be lacking something.”}

_{Not that it mattered though – a few moments later and he was back, but this time he was wearing his usual worn leather jacket with his black shirt as well as jeans. “So, is this better or do you really hate everything about me?”}

“You could have told me from the beginning. Why didn’t you?”

_{“I didn’t expect to stick around this long.” There was more to it of course, most of the time he made sure to sabotage his own relationships, and get out of them before they got serious. Well, serious enough to actually admit what he truly was, and what he was actually capable of. “That is why I kept it out of sight and out of mind.” Even if it was the last thing he wanted. Especially then.}