Tag: v;; yesterday’s world was soon undone ( 616 )
“—- And if the facts were to tell you that I am three seconds from snapping your neck, what would you do?” It was a meaningless threat, but one that he hoped would prove a point for the moment.
Ky then quickly changed his tone as he pulled away from the other, “As the facts stand, I don’t enjoy anyone poking around in my life, and that includes you.” Of course, he was to control himself, he would have managed to see this would have gave him the opportunity to look into something, but instead, he just let his rage control him ( like usual ).
The one time he tried to be decent, the one time he tried to be better then his own nature, and he was asked to leave. it was a simple request, one that he would have honestly done if this was any other time, but he was attempting to do something good for once.
Something, that would have at least give some repentance for all the death he had already caused. As for how long this mood would last was another question, but for now, he was hoping that one decent act would suffice for the moment.
Of course, reality didn’t work like that, “Good luck with that.” He said, not even bothering to give the Captain more than a quick glance over, “I’m right where I need to be.”
being grazed was the least of his worries. if he was in a better mood, maybe he would have actually said something more than just a few words, but that wasn’t his style. if anything, he would deal with whatever came after with his wound later. at least when they were out of this situation and he didn’t have to worry about her fussing / getting worried over him again. he was stronger than that, he was stronger than letting something graze him, and ( usually ) he could just move on from it. of course, with her around, everything changed, and he knew she would want to deal with the wound later on. ❛ lead the way. ❜
“Often whoever or whatever is right depends simply on whoever or whatever is stronger.” The victors write the history, didn’t they? They decided what was the truth, what was good and bad. She’d seen that for herself time and again. Morals rarely had anything to do with right or wrong. Right, more often than not, came down to whatever benefited those in power.
“It’s all a matter of prospective, really. I try to do what’s right, but that might still hurt someone else.” Either because they got in the way, or they were on the wrong end of whatever that right was. She didn’t often bother with such thoughts. They would go in an endless circle in her head and she’d have no more answers than when she started. It was pointless.
“I fight for my people. For my king, yes, but mostly my people.” And her own glory, of course, but that was lesser. Her people came first. “Nothing is black and white. Right or wrong. They’re naught but pretty words, when it comes down to it.”
“When it also comes down to it, all fighting does is avoid the problems, and usually all it does is cause more.” Not to say that Ky hadn’t done his fair amount of fighting, but it was different than simply that. He would willingly let himself lose control in the fray of things if it meant that he didn’t have to deal with the after effects of coming down from that high.
Of course, it was rare that he ever allowed himself to go out on a rampage, and when he did? It never ended up well for anyone… especially himself, “Either way, I doubt i’ve ever fought for what was right. At least to most perspectives.”
Rather, it was that he fought for what he wanted, and almost always came out the victor as failure wasn’t a choice nor was it an option. It never could be one due to the fact he wasn’t willing to deal with any of his family’s scrutiny afterwards ( or at least wha the would get from failure ).
“It’s also my choice to slam you into a wall, but I think i’ll take my chances with not doing what you want. You know, coming with someone dressed in a red suit doesn’t seem to be on the top of my list of priorities right now.” He sighed, “I get enough of that back home.”
“ if you were to take anything — or EVERYTHING — i sincerely doubt that eternal damnation is something you would need to worry about. ”WHY was he talking to her about all of it, was beyond her. like always, satana kept her own tongue tight and controlled, not giving anything she thought could be spread. granted, she wasn’t naive enough to believe that her father didn’t keep his eye on her and that he didn’t think she’d try poking around, but keeping it all to minimum helped enough for her head to stay on her shoulders. still, she held her opinion that no position in hell was eternal, and even satan was bound to fall, eventually.
war.. satana’s left side of lips twitched as she managed to stifle her laughter. not at him or anyone in particular, the whole idea of it made the succubus giddy. “ i don’t know.. ” she licked her lips, gaze going to the side, down where hell supposedly was. “ it could be quite fun. ” leave it to the demonic beast to describe wars as FUN. and honestly? the idea of ripping her own brother’s heart out, giving it as a christmas present to their father made a pleasant tingle go down her shoulders and her back. she was beginning to sink so deep into this messed up fantasy that she barely caught him speaking again.
“ i suppose ALL you need then is someone willing to pull you out. ” whether it was an offer or not, she didn’t outright say it. instead, her curiosity washed it away as she suddenly perked up, laced her tongue with innocence, locked hands behind her back like a good scout girl and shrugged. “ who is your father, anyway?”
eternal damnation came for everyone and everything. even if he was to TAKE what was his, there still would be a BINDING factor that someone ( or something ) would want to take it away from him. having power is one thing, but KEEPING it was another.
a war would HAPPEN if he didn’t play his cards right and it was why he was WILLING to play his PART until the time came. of course, it would take a lot of WORK to do so, but it would beWORTH it in the long run.
not that it MATTERED for the moment, he may have been POWER HUNGRY, but not too stupid. well, for the moment at least, but that was hardly the point, “ perhaps, ” if he was being honest with himself, it wouldn’t take much, “ however, i’m not ready to take steps into the inevitable abyss. ” rather, he wasn’t about to take any more steps to an IRREVERSIBLEsituation. well, more than he already had.
“ as for my FATHER? ” he rubbed at his chin for a few moments, “ ‘ol spikey himself. some call him the black king.” ky then pursed his lips for a few moments, “ it’s BLACKHEART. “
Victor watched the man closely, trying to glean as much as he could from observation alone; so far, he just looked… hunted. It could be a trap, of course–but as awful as they were, deceit was relatively uncommon to most demons. At least on a casual scale.
"Mm.“ A vague, echoing noise of agreement. “I know of one who succeeded for a time, but that’s irrelevant now. You’re being hunted by your own kind?” His skepticism was obvious–the folded arms, the tilted head, and through both eye-slots of the mask, a suggestion of raised eyebrows. “Why?”
Truthfully, there was a load of reasons as to why he was running, and the primary reason was due to the fact he couldn’t follow rules. Yes, he had destroyed countless plans, and even stepped on the toes of those far greater than him several times over. Yet, the number one reason was not keeping to the boundaries that were laid out for him.
"More or less. ” His lips pursed into a thin-line for a few moments, “I don’t feel like going back anytime soon.” More to the point, he didn’t feel like dealing with his father, and was willing to do anything to avoid that confrontation.
In truth, he wished that things could have gone differently, but the problem was that nothing could be changed once it was done. Not that he could really voice his complaints, “— You’re not the only one.” Of course, that was putting it lightly, “ You just have to deal with what’s there and move on.” Easier said than done.
“No I noticed that,” He rolls his eyes, but he would have to be blind not to notice the other man’s good-looks. It doesn’t make him any less suspicious. “I don’t know you, pal, but you’re trouble.”
“Is that your only assumption ‘bout me? I mean, I am many things, but trouble?” He couldn’t help, but roll his eyes at that, “Maybe I do a few things here and there that are not legal, but I would completely say that i’m not trouble.” For the moment at least.
A demon. Doom knew them by scent by now–or near enough, at least. The disruption they left in their wake, the way all mystical forces flowed around them, simultaneously drawn and repelled–
No. That wasn’t quite right. Not entirely. Part demon, part… something else.
How very interesting.
“If you’ve come to barter, I have it on the highest authority that my soul has already been claimed,” he said lightly, eyeing the man with a steady, half-lidded gaze. “Not that the claimant will be allowed to actually collect. …And as I did not summon you, I can only imagine what brings you here.”
Bartering was the last possible course of action on his mind. To do so would have meant he was far more desperate than he already was. To do so, would have meant that he was out of options, and while it was truthful, it wasn’t exactly quite accurate.
He had options – several of them -, but he wasn’t willing to use them. Not when hiding in the last place anyone could possibly look was possibly the worst – or best – idea he had as of late.
“Is anyone ever allowed to collect these days?” An attempt at mild humor, but one that he quickly moved on from, “You make enough deals and eventually someone wants your head.”
Either way, that wasn’t why he was here, and as such, he decided to move towards the subject. His hands sliding into the back pockets of his pants as he spoke once again, “Or, in my case, someone wants to drag me back.”
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