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"No, you didn’t say that, but most people take a hint when I tell them I don’t care. Then they get the fuck out of my space and leave me alone. You seem to be unable to get the concept of leaving past even one layer of your thick skull." Beating the hell out of this guy seems to be the only way to force that concept into his head, and he’s more than willing to make sure he knocks it in really nicely.
"Well from what I’ve seen of you, you don’t really deserve the intelligent ones. Even I have to reduce my speech to curse words and threats to make you understand what I’m trying to tell you." A slight smile crosses Miyavi’s lips and he rolls his eyes again. "Be as rude as you want, I don’t really give a shit."
As the other comes closer to him, he’s tempted to hold out his hand and stop him in his tracks; but he’s entertained now maybe a bit curious to see where this goes. He meets Sehun’s stare and crosses his arms, “Then make me, boy, if you think you can.”
"Torture? That sounds entertaining, but oh so cliche! I’m glad you think I’m cute; that’s probably the one thing we agree on." The elder winks and shakes his head as he unfolds his arms and pushes Sehun back, but not hard enough to trip him up. Miyavi doesn’t remember the last time he had encountered someone so capable of irritating him. It’s quite a shame, because the younger male is kind of cute; sadly, he’s sure that will change after a couple of blows to the face; and he’s very eager to get to that part of this discussion.
'Mother' is the only word of the next sentence that Miyavi hears and in one swift movement he soaks his right arm just enough to allow his fin to emerge in a pool of water to his left and slams Sehun into the damp rock wall on the other side of the cave. The elder slams his arm into the base of the other's neck, keeping him in place. The sharp bone like structures of his fin threaten to dig into the other male's neck, but Miyavi doesn't want him dead yet.
"Don’t you ever threaten my mother." His mother was really the only person he had left in this world, since he hated the majority of its inhabitants, and he couldn’t risk losing the last part of his family. He’d watched his father die years before, and he wasn’t about to let it happen again with his mother. "I will slit your throat quicker than your eyes can go back to their normal shade." The light emanating from his body flares and glows more than twice as bright as before. "Do you fucking understand me?"
"So your vocabulary does extend beyond petty threats and vulgarities. What a pleasant surprise." His speech had taken on some languidity and seemed more as an observation than any intended insult. This conversation was already getting quite tiresome, and with the smile still faintly playing on his lips he wrongfully alluded to being more interested then he actually was in the statements shot back at him from the taller.
It wasn't until he was pressed against the wall with Miyavi's fin pressed into his neck that he even so much as batted an eyelash. His smile grew into something of a grin, his interest peaked in the fact that he'd struck a nerve so easily. The other's mother must have meant more than he expected to get such a reaction, and now he had his ace in the hole.
"My my, aren't we the quick one? But please you're getting my shirt wet with your disgusting spines." Sehun quirked an eyebrow expectantly, reasonably giving the other a moment to decide whether or not to back off, though as expected when he didn't take it the ivory haired male decided that it was time to take action. In a swift motion Sehun propelled his body forward forcing Miyavi back with greater strength than was probably expected from his stature, and clutched both of his shoulders taking the his opportunity to collide his head with Miyavi's in a rather harsh and unforgiving headbutt before taking his legs out from under him and forcing the other down onto the ground, hard.
After the action Sehun seemed to recover almost as if it was nothing and took no time in straightening himself and adjusting the collar of his shirt back from its skewed position. "If you keep this up, it will turn out to be more than a threat." He led with a simple statement casting his gaze downward on the Kelpie still on the floor before continuing "In fact I could kill her right now with a simple snap of my fingers." Lips upturning into a smirk, he rose his right hand up to perform the task but halted right before doing so and took to speaking once more. "Is that something you want?"
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Hello there! I was wondering, did it hurt?
…Nice to meet you, though I’m not entirely sure what you mean.
Did what hurt?
When you broke through the earths crust and ascended from the depths of hell. c;0
Hm. Very funny. I take it you’re familiar with my work then? Or at the very least what I am. Mind telling me who you are exactly?
Ah how rude of me. I am Suho, a low ranking angel of heaven. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Nice to meet you. An angel you say? That's quite interesting, though I can't say I've had many pleasant interactions with those of your kind before. If I may be so forward, what brings you here exactly?

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Sehun glances downward with a bit of a shy smile. He gives a small nod and lifts his gaze from his feet to show that the small sum of embarrassment he'd felt was gone."Oh thank you. That's very nice of you to say."
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Hello there! I was wondering, did it hurt?
…Nice to meet you, though I’m not entirely sure what you mean.
Did what hurt?
When you broke through the earths crust and ascended from the depths of hell. c;0
Hm. Very funny. I take it you’re familiar with my work then? Or at the very least what I am. Mind telling me who you are exactly?
Hello there! I was wondering, did it hurt?
...Nice to meet you, though I'm not entirely sure what you mean.
Did what hurt?
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SeLin’s first response is a scowl unmatched by any he’s previously expressed. This guy seems pretty intent to run with a joke that’s already dead. There’s no point in arguing with him any further, though, so he instead chooses to play along for now. Maybe he’ll see how far gone this kid really is. Maybe he’s more fucked up than SeLin.
“What kind a’ proposition, Mr. Oh?”
He wants to roll his eyes, make a joke of the whole thing, but it’s not exactly worth it at this point. He’ll be able to go back to relaxing in a few minutes if he can just get this dude off his back.
“I’m not goin’ ta sign over my soul, if that’s what you’re after,” he says, “Not even sure I’ve got one a’ those, myself. But anythin’ else is fair game, I suppose.”
He offers a conspiratorial smile, hoping that if he can get Sehun to finish his pitch quickly, he’ll just be able to sit back down and go back to relaxing. He’s not too invested in the conversation right now.
"I can assure you if I wanted that, I'd have taken it without a second thought." He laughed nonchalantly, as if he were actually joking. It was pretty clear to him at this point that SeLin was put off by him in general, though it didn't matter much to him as long as he got his point across and could at least get the other to consider his offer later. Perhaps when he was just a little bit less...inebriated. That is to say, if he even remembered this conversation. Sehun at present had no idea what kind of drugs SeLin was on, so there was never any real guarantee the chat they were having now would dissipate with the sunrise later that same night. "It feels to me as if you're the sort of person who likes power. Am I correct?" He begins, folding his arms across his chest as a still smile keeps to his lips. "Money too, but then again who doesn't like having money?" The demon chuckles once more, amused by the statement. Though it was untrue to those like him in general, it didn't need to be evident that he only meant humans.
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There was not a force that he’d come across on this earth that could kill the demon, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. Given any amount of time, he might find something or someone that could contend with him, but he doubted that they would be mortal.
I am a higher being.
He graciously took the bottle as it was placed on the bar in front of him, and proceeded to pour himself a small glass, right into the one he’d used for the soju. No use starting with a brand new one, and he didn’t mind the slight mix of flavors.
"Not even you know how to kill me," he grunted, setting the bottle back down. There were some things not even the son of Satan was permitted to know. Seungjun suspected it had something to do with his brother’s paranoia about being dethroned in some sort of uprising. Sehun leading that kind of revolt was a laughable thought, really, but he supposed that it was a real enough fear, if you were the one that controlled the entirety of the Underworld.
"I’d have let you out, but Luci would never have let you back in."
The alcohol left a burn at the back of his throat that reminded him of his Fall, bittersweet but ultimately something to be found enjoyable.
"Wonder why he doesn’t like you hanging around with me, sometimes." He wasn’t sure when his face contorted into a grimace, but it dropped away as he laughed, more biting than his drink. "I was a better dad than he was. And I mean I’m sure as shit not parent material, but I think you came out alright. You’re not that bad a kid, even if you’re doing his dirty work."
"Damn straight. But as of now I have no reason to want to know how to kill the likes of you. So don't give me one and we'll be just fine, right?" he muttered, nodding a small thanks as his drink arrived and he was able to occupy his lips with something other than spitting half-meant venomous words at his Uncle. The comment on him coming out alright caused him to feel some weird mix of disdain,flattery and also confusion. If one were to know just how blatantly fucked up the inner-workings of Sehun were at this point it would've been his father, but he also knew it had been apparent to Seungjun since he was a child. He had played a role in fucking him up that badly after all, despite being the kinder of the two evils that had been the only real role-models he'd ever had. "Oh that means the world coming from you, samchon." he openly stated, his tone just infracting the line of overly sarcastic. "I'm glad to hear all the shit I went through after you left was well placed enough to turn me into a reasonable excuse for a person in your eyes." the statement lacked any real emotion, no bite or clear intent behind it. He was quite frankly just saying it to let it be known that everything continued as 'normal' after his departure.Normal of course being an array of hellish constrain. Fitting really. As he looked back at it, all of it wouldn't have been that bad had he not been just a young child when it started, the more he thought about it though the more he felt like just leaving. Today had been a bad enough day without his past being brought up. Meeting the older had simply been a raw bonus, but at least he'd made the effort to even interact with him. Had it been just a ploy to get under his skin at first or not was irrelevant to him at this point. "...I apologize. That was unprovoked."
"Higher being, eh?" Mock interest drips from his words, and he alters his expression to show the same caustic attitude. "Wow! Please tell me more!" He leans forward a bit and intertwines his fingers as if the man in front of him is the most interesting creature on the planet. Then, when he can’t stand putting on the act any longer, his lips return to his previous scowl and he rolls his eyes. "I wasn’t serious, if you couldn’t tell, so please do not tell me more, especially considering that I could not give a shit less."
Even taking his vile attitude and sarcastic remarks into account, Miyavi was still being more polite to Sehun than he usually was to others who invaded his personal spaces. He turns his back on the other as his fins finish tucking themselves snugly under the thin covering of his skin; and he walks to retrieve the set of clothes the elder recently began keeping after his victims stopped dying when he dragged them down below 250 feet of water.
This influx of supernatural creatures is beginning to piss him off, especially now that one has just entered his home without permission.
After moving a couple of rocks around the cave, he finally locates the worn pair of shorts he keeps here and slips them on. As he turns around, he hears Sehun mention his ‘father’ Lucifer. “Oh hail Satan,” Miyavi states in the same bitingly rude tone as before,” I still don’t give a shit about what your orders are, but you do not seem to be comprehending the lack of fucks I give about any of the words coming out of your mouth, so I guess I need to spell it out for you. Get the hell out of here before I rip you to shreds.”
"I didn't say you had to care, did I?" The demon bit back just as soon as the other was done. Sehun wasn't unused to getting threatened, or even out right attacked while preforming the jobs assigned to him, but being underestimated was hardly ever a welcomed thing. Now would probably be a good time for a change of tactics. It would be easy enough to disconcert the older, if not a bit amusing. He of course already had taken an assessment of something that would easily get to him, that was one of the perks of being granted extrasensory perception. As far as he was concerned, Miyavi’s mind is an open doorway.
He let out a small sigh, raising one hand to comb a few stray white hairs back into place. "I swear my clients nowadays are getting less and less intelligent and all the more provocative." Giving a nonchalant shrug he allowed an unimpressed look to grace his features as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. "It's very annoying you know." The tone of his voice had completely changed, taking on a darker tone, serious. "Oh I'm so sorry, that must've sounded terribly rude of me. I would say I didn't mean you, but I'd be lying."
With that he approaches Miyavi, stopping to stand directly in front of him in some small attempt at sizing the other up. It was a of course a futile attempt, Miyavi being taller and not quite as thin in body type as he, but Sehun elected to commence a stare-down anyway.
"I suppose if you aren't willing to cooperate, I'm going to have to make you."
Pink lips upturned into a small innocent smile mainly directed as more of a way to piss Miyavi off, but also to showcase something. The look was completely twisted as his eyes shifted from a nice burgundy to a bright shade of crimson in only half a second. "Let's see, how should I do that? Perhaps, I could start with torture. Break a few bones and disfigure that cute face of yours."
His tone was light, almost in mock of a child who had just been presented a new toy. "Or...I could do something to break you internally, say perhaps killing someone dear to you." He stated simply, tilting his head ever so slightly before continuing. “Like that mother of yours.”

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