Defense

Devlyn all but ran down the hall way. His heart pounded loudly in his chest, his entire body shook from the nerves that were starting to find their way to his mind.  His eyes set on his sister as she walked out of the room. He nearly rammed into Akari when he heard the faint sounds of screams coming from inside.
"H-how is she? I just heard, T-Tristan called me. I-"
Akari laughed and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Devy bear. . . you're going to be a father soon. Don't worry, just relax." Her smile was tender and sincere and it did somewhat calm him. . . until he heard the next round of screams. Devlyn was sure he was as pale as a sheet of paper, he didn't know what to do. Should he go in? Stay out here? Run laps around the fucking castle?
"Dev.... Dev?... DEVLYN!" He jumped at the sound of his sisters voice. Hells fucking rings, did she have to be so loud? "Go in there. She'll need your-"
"Devlyn! We have a situation!" The sound of Draven's voice immediately drew his attention. The male dashed towards him, his face giving no clue to how bad the situation was but his eyes. . . it was bad.
"What?"
"Kieren. He's here with hell's fucking army."
The blood in Devlyn's veins might as well have frozen, his muscles refused to move and his mind was momentarily taken aback. He dared threaten my family?!
"Dev? What do you want us to do? Dev?" His attention snapped back to Draven, his gaze holding every bit of the anger he felt boiling his blood.
"Get the others now! I want my father and uncle to be notified, I'll need their assistance in this. Akari," He turned to his sister, her expression full of worry.
"What would you have me do, Devy?"
Before he responded, the sound of Airn's labor cries drew his full attention. Everything inside him screamed for him to be there for her, to go in and watch the birth of their daughter. But of course, he was denied even that by Kieren. All his mind could focus now was how he was going to protect his family from the demon's clutches.
"Akari, I need you to be in there with mother and help Airin as much as possible. Don't let her know what's happened, she's got enough to worry about."
Akari nodded, her eyes holding some emotion he couldn't place. "What do I tell her when she sees you're not there?"
"Just think of something, Kari. I have to go." Before he could talk himself out of it, he turned away from the one place he wanted to be and dashed back down the hall way. He reached for his cell phone and dialed Tristan's number. He answered after one tone. "Your gear is here. Get to the front of the castle as fast as you can. Your father and uncle are already here but there are a shit load of demons. Hurry." Right.
Devlyn willed a dark portal opened and jumped through it into fucking armageddon. Chaos rang all around him as the sound of battle rand through the chilled night air. He was instantly greeted by the sound of a blade coming towards him. He easily dodged it, his hand quickly snapping upwards to take the weapon from the demon and turn it against him. The head splitting shriek from the creature was cut short as Devlyn swung the heavy sword across its neck, severing its head clean off.
His eyes quickly searched around for any sign of his team or familiar, but it was hard to make out a single face in the fray.
"Devlyn!" His attention was immediately drawn towards the sound of his uncles voice. The male pulled his weapon out of a lifeless corpse as he made his way towards his nephew. Raige's face was riddled with the blood of the enemy. It lay all over his chest and across his arms, reminding Devlyn of the mercenary that still lived within his uncle.
"Devlyn, here."He handed Devlyn his twin blade and a telecom. "Your armor is lost, you'll have to fight without it. Try not to shift, it'll only leave you more vulnerable." Devlyn didn't have to be told twice. He nodded his understanding and placed the telecom in his ear and quickly unsheathed his blades.
Devlyn called upon a dark fog to help cover them in battle. Raige and Devlyn fought side by side, working in flawless harmony until Devlyn broke away in search of the bastard in charge. He was blinded by the fury that ran in his very blood. The only reason he didn't completely lose it was because his wolf reached out in longing for Ri. The pain she felt and the fear that consumed her had Devlyn ready to run back to her side, but he knew he couldn't. And if he couldn't be there to comfort her, the least he could do was take her pain and fear away. He let his wolf reach through the bond to her as Devlyn sliced  down any demon in his path. The darkness within him was the perfect tracking decvice. He could sense Kieren's signature amongst the endless bodies of demons. Devlyn closed in at the farthest side of the battle field. Of course, the bastard would sit back and watch everything from the side. He had a sick sense of entertainment that Devlyn was just about ready to end.
"Kieren!" Devlyn called out to him. The demonic Prince response was only a smile as he stood to face him.
He was cocky, already thinking he had won. He didn't even care that Devlyn had found him, nor did he look concerned. It pissed Devlyn off to no extent.
"You dare threaten my family, and come into my home?! This is where I draw the line you filthy bastard. I will end you, here and now."
"Devlyn, I only came here for one thing. And that, is your precious. . . little. . . daughter."
Devlyn snapped at those words. No, he wouldn't get to her, not while he was still breathing.
He called his darkness to him, letting it infuse with the blades in his hands. Kieren called his own weapon, a large, red, scythe.
They lunged for each other, their weapons slamming into each other, creating sparks as the friction grew with each strike. Devlyn's focus was solely on Kieren, knowing that one slip up would mean certain death.
"Come on, Devlyn. Is this all you've got?" His response was only a grin. I've got you right where I want you. Of course, this time Devlyn had a plan, he was reckless, but when it came to his family. . . he took no chances. He drew Kieren's attention, giving him the appearance of blindly attacking out of anger. He made his attacks sporadic, letting Kieren claim small victories over him to fuel his confidence. Devlyn winced at the wounds that now covered his body, but they were not enough to slow him down in the slightest. He bid his time, searching for the perfect opening. . . and it could not have come at a better time.
Kieren laughed, his scythe coming down at an arc towards Devlyn, leaving the demon wide open for an attack. He moved his swords up at once, locking Kieren in a hold. His body twisted from the momentum and knocked him down underneath Devlyn. Without a moment's hesitation, Devlyn's clawed hand came down on the demon as it wielded every bit of energy he could muster. Kieren had only enough time to shift his weapon enough to catch Devlyn's ribs before his hand smashed through his chest and opened a portal from within the Demon Prince.
Devlyn smirked down at the bastard as he relished in the fuckers expression. "You dont. . . ever.  . . threaten my family."

His Blue Roses

Devlyn sat on the edge of his bed, staring at nothing in particular. His thoughts lost in the future. It was a girl. A little baby girl. Star had told them but three days ago and already Devlyn and Airin were already stocking enough supplies to last their child until adulthood. . .and then some.
"Man," Tristan brought his attention to him. "It's insane how you don't even flinch at pain." He cast him a smug grin as he pressed the needle of the tattoo machine a little harder against his skin. Getting no response from Devlyn, he shook his head and continued with the design.
Tristan was the best tatoo artist Devlyn knew, in fact, he was responisble for the dragon he sported around his torso. A dragon that turned Airin on every time she saw it.
"Ah, love. Makes even the most emotionless men go completely overboard."
"What are you mumbling about, Tris?"
"Oh nothing, only that before your lovely mate, no one could read you. Not even when you actually told people when you were angry. . . about the only emotion you would ever sport anyway. And now, you're as open as a book."He smirked. "I can tell when you think of her. Your eyes reflect so much that was missing before. I'm happy for you."
"Oh, don't get fucking emotional with me, Tris. Get back to work." They both laughed, knowing everything Tristan had said was true. Airin had forever changed his life. And now, she was giving him yet another reason to live. His little daughter would be the center of their entire universe. Already, the wolf within him seemed to purr at the idea of starting a family. Every time he thought about the birth of his daughter, a sort of protectiveness arose strongly within him.
She wasn't even born and already she held a part of him he thought only Ri would ever hold.
"Done. Why don't you go check it out." Tris pulled away to allow Devlyn to walk over to the mirror across the room. Drawing the thing for Tris was one thing. . .but man. . .actually seeing it etched on his skin was another thing.
Right above his heart, lay an intricate blue rose. It's petals as delicate as the person it represented, and almost as beautiful. Devlyn knew no matter how good of an artist Tristan was, the rose could never compare to his precious Airin. But that tattoo was done some time ago. The one that held his attentio now, was the smaller one.
He couldn't help the smile the crossed his features as he saw the detail Tristan had put into it.
It melted in with the blue rose, almost so that it looked as if the blue rose were embracing it. The shading made it look luminous, as if it actually held light within its small small petals. Tristan outdid himself with the image and Devlyn couldn't be more grateful to him.
"Perfect." It was. The two things he now held dear and close, would always be near his heart.

Betrayl

"Devlyn, Airin is waiting you know." His best friends voice brought his attention away from the computer screen. Tristan stood at the doorway of his office, his eyes reflecting the concern he felt. Devlyn knew his friend worried for him. Ever since Kieren had attempted to take his daughter at her birth. . . he had spent endless nights perfecting security and tracking down the damned demon. Everyday, he woke up in fear that he would find Ri and Elysia gone. It was his worst fear, and despite the reassurance of his squad, Devlyn could not rest.
"I know." He blew out an exasperated breath. He knew. . .
"Come on. I promised her that I wouldn't let you work yourself to death. Your nerves are making her nervous too, you know."
He nodded absently. He knew that too. He should learn to relax a bit, but his wolf and mind wouldn't allow it.
"Just five minutes. Go on, Draven and I got this." At the mention of the wolf walked in, two coffees in hand.
Right. He didn't think there was a choice in the matter. Reluctantly, Devlyn nodded and left towards his family. It literally seemed physically painful to leave the base and a sense of dread settled in his mind. At least he was grateful Kieren hadn't continued his torment. For now, he was quiet.
"Baba!" Every problem in the world melted away at the vision of beauty before him. Airin walked up to him, a gorgeous smile adorning her face as she struggled to keep little Elysia in her arms.
"Baba!" His daughter squealed as she finally leapt into his arms.
"Hello, my little rose." He nestled her against him, her little arms came around his neck as she placed a delicate little kiss on his nose.
"Baba!"
"She's been calling for you all day you know. She misses her baba." His eyes turned lovingly to his wife. Shifting Ely into one hand, he outstretched the other for Airin to take. He brought her in, kissing her deeply. Gods, he really would never get used to her.
"Eww!" Ely placed her hand between her mother and father, her clear distaste for their affection making both Dev and Airin laugh.
"No." She wiggled in his arms and Ely, quite selfishly took his face in her chubby little hands and gave him a serious glare.
"Oh, seems that she doesn't like you kissing me, Devy. She's a bit possessive."
"Oh? And why is that, my little darling?"
Elysia frowned as if his question insulted her. "My baba!"
"She's trying to steal you from me."Airin teased.
"I think it's working. I mean, those eyes, are just breathtaking." Devlyn grinned at Ri, winking as he brought her in for another kiss.
"No!" Ely protested again.
"Alright, you win!" Airin took Ely back, holding her up as she blew kisses into her little stomach.
Amazing. . . I have to be the luckiest guy in the world.
"Oh, Devy, are you going shopping with us?"
"Shopping?"
"Yes. . . oh, Devlyn Blake Wolfheart, did you forget. . . again?"
"N-no." He casually turned away from her, unable to meet her glare.
"Devlyn, you promised. You're always so busy, Ely and I miss you you know."
I know. . .he wanted to say. But he couldn't find his voice. He was just too. . . tightly wound. His nerves were always at their worst, and he found himself fearful with spending too much time with them. What if Kieren used him to get to them? He could never forgive himself if something happened because of him. No, he couldn't and wouldn't live with himself if that happened.
"Devy?"
"I can't, I'm sorry, Ri. I have to deal with politics and security. You know we have a treaty coming up with the northern clan, I cannot drop the ball on this. I want to be with you, I do. . . but duty calls you know?" Ok, half of the stuff he just spewed out was bullshit. . . but he really did have a treaty coming up. Sure, it wasn't until next month, but it was a damned good excuse. Right?
"Devy, you look so tired. I'm worried for you. You don't eat, you don't sleep. Don't think I don't notice. " Of course she noticed. He turned his eyes to hers. His body shifting uncomfortably as it battled with the emotions raging inside. His heart really wanted nothing more to spend time with her, he missed her too. Every moment he was away from her was torture. He missed her kind smile, her mesmerizing gaze, and that light that shone brightly in every expression she had. But he couldn't. He knew. I have to keep you safe. 
"I promise, swear on my life, I will accompany you next time you want to go somewhere, ok?" He smiled sincerely, hoping that she wouldn't press further.
I have to protect you. 

Legion

"Wait! Alright, alright! I'll tell you where he is!" The demon shuttered and cried in Devlyn's  hands. Its blood fell from several puncture wounds along its torso and side. Its arm lay torn and shredded off in the distance.
Devlyn smiled, giving the demon a false sense of hope, like he was going to make it out of there _alive_.
"Really? You don't say? Go on, tell me then. Where is Kieren?"
He pressed one of his twin blades closer to its throat, enjoying every moment of the demons whimpers.
_How does it feel like to be helpless?_
 The memories began to flow in at their own accord. . . the sight of his Airin on the floor. The smell of lust and fear ,so putrid, stained the otherwise crisp night air. The sounds of Airin's painful moans were still so clear in his mind. And to see Cyrus, a child with such wonder and curiosity, lay broken like a mere doll on the floor with a foul creature over him, torturing him further still.
It was that dreadful day that the burning hatred for demons had begun to grow and grow until it became a burning need to kill demons, to avenge the wrong done to Cyrus and Airin.
The slow, dull, burn of his shoulder served only as a further reminder of who was responsible for it all. The very person he had been hunting since that fateful night. Kieren. The very nightmare that the demon race themselves were afraid of.
"Hey man! Are you even listening to me!?" The demon's voice snapped him back to reality and the problem at hand.
"No, I'm afraid I haven't been. Guess you bore me, I have no need for you anymore."
"Wait! Please! Wai-!" The demon's screech echoed off the walls of the basement, making sweet music to Devlyn's ears.
"Sir, what do you want us to do with the rest?" Devlyn stood and faced the source of the question.
It was Tristin, Devlyn's right hand man, part of the team of warriors that Devlyn commanded when he took his title as a knight.
"Is that what you're trying out now? Sir?" He smiled and wiped the blood off his blade before he placed it into the sheath on his back. "You want me to bend over so you can kiss my ass properly too?"
His friends deep laugh filled the once gloomy room with a bit of warmth.
"Sure, but are you sure there's enough room there? Cuz' you sure like to kiss your own ass."
"Ha!. . Ha, ha. Kill off the other bastards and clean this fucking mess up."
"Got it."
He left Tristin to finish off the work there and moved onto the upper floors.
He did not even have to issue a command before two other wolves fell into step on either side of him, their weapons drawn and their bodies ready for an attack.
It didn't take long for the action to find them. A door to their left swung open, two demons jumped out with their fangs and claws ready for a kill. Devlyn didn't even flinch. The wolf to his left took care of those easily enough.
A window shattered, giving way to three more demons, each looking more fearsome than the last, but again, Devlyn did not even move to strike against them. He left those to the wolf on his right.
No, he wouldn't waste his time with the weak,lower demons. He was heading for the _big guy_. The leader of this little operation they had going.
For years these group of demons had terrorized the small town just at the foot of the mountain where their lair was located. They stole women and children, killed them, raped them, they even diced them up and ate them for their fucking dinner. It took Devlyn and his group all of two days to track them down. And it was taking them less than five minutes to take their asses down.
The sounds of flesh being torn and demons begging for mercy filled the empty hallway, but they were easily blocked out by him. His eyes were solely fixated on the door at the end of the hall.
The speed of his strides increased as he got closer. Adrenaline poured through his veins like a drug, pushing him forward without hesitation or fear. His hands reached over his shoulder to unsheathe his blades just as he kicked the door down with one forceful kick.
"Shoot him! Kill him! Do something you ignorant morons!"
The demon screamed at the couple dozen guards standing at ready to defend their master.
_Bring it_
The sound of gunshots erupted from all around him as the scent of gunpowder filled his senses. The fire did not cease until every gun was unloaded, every bullet they had was used. The demons hoped with all their hearts that that had gotten rid of him. Oh, but how wrong they were.
As the smoked cleared, each horrified face turned to him. An evil smile adorned his own and he couldn't help but laugh at their sad attempt to stop him.
"My turn." He flung one of the blades at a demon; it sliced straight through his head and hit the next demon behind them.
Devlyn rushed forward, beheading at least 4 more before they began to get their act together and try to put up a defense against him, but he was too fast for them. He evaded each attack with speed and agility. He struck without fail and took down 10 more without so much as breaking a sweat.
A cocky demon decided to try his luck and rushed him in an attempt to catch him off guard. Devlyn easily jumped over the demon, landing effortlessly behind him. He took the blade that he had thrown earlier, having embedded itself into the wall, and swirled to behead it.
Bingo.  Its head rolled silently onto the ground where it lay to rest next to several other corpses.
He surveyed his surroundings. Only one demon left, the others having fled the scene thinking they would escape with their lives. How wrong they were. . .
 Devlyn's eyes landed on the head hancho himself. Pathetic batard. . .
"I'm surprised you haven't run. . . Or tried to attack me at least. I do hope that you will at least put up a fight now."
Though, he seriously doubted it. The demon sat huddled in a corner uttering some nonsense about the world not being fair. Some nerve this guy had.
"You deserve this and much more, demon." He growled at the bastard as he stood before him, his hands poised to strike, to kill him in the most painful way that he knew.
"Any last words, scum?"
He thought he'd seen everything, but a crying demon? The bastard sat there, with actual tears in his eyes, as if those were going to help him get to hell any faster.
"Wh-.. What are you?"
Well, isnt that funny. The demon wanted to know who his killer was going to be. . . he decided to humor him a bit. Taking a quote directly out of ol' Lucifer himself. Ironically enough, Devlyn didn't know that this answer, would earn him the name he would come to be known as.
"My name is legion, for I am many evils. Now, meet your maker."

Rebel Prince

Devlyn pulled up to the gates that guarded his home.  A small and cocky grin  lined his face as he roared his motorcycle to life and raced down the long drive way to the garages.
It was the dead of night, the moon was large and full outside causing all the wolves to become restless and energetic. Perhaps this was what had caused the young prince to disobey his mother? He wanted to think so but he knew the answer; he just wanted to break the rules.
He knew he should be quiet, but with the adrenaline now coursing through his veins he couldn't care less. He WANTED his mother to see what he had done, he craved the confrontation and argument just for the sake of escaping his current state of boredom.
He didn't bother materializing into his room, he threw the front double doors wide open, which caused him to nearly be attacked by the guards there.
Damn. . . He thought when they didn't attack, he was reeling for a fight.
It was then his mother came down from the stair case, her head was head high and she all but glided down with elegance. Her sharp emerald eyes locked onto the cool blue of his and he already saw the fury burning beneath their striking depths.
"Devlyn Blake Akuma Wolfheart, where the hell have you been?" His response was a merely half smile as he strolled into the lobby of the castle.
"Clearly, out."
Her gaze narrowed onto his, "You didn't. . . Devlyn. . .I can smell the ink."
He laughed as he removed his shirt to show her his latest act of rebellion.
Her mouth hung open in disbelief as she stared at the massive dragon tattoo that wound its way around his torso. He turned so that she could see its gruesome head that encircled his shoulder.
"Yea... I think I did... and a piercing, I thought if i was going to get killed over this i might as well have gone the entire way." It was then that her eyes found the small rings that now lined his left ear and a single ring that pierced his lower lip.
When his mother only stared at him he grinned and said, "Finally at a loss for words, mother?"
"You know you're going to pay for that, right?"
"Yes."
"You know that you're going to feel pain?"
"Yes."
"And yet you still disobey me?"
"Yep. I do things you don't like. . .just like you do things I don't like."
"Is this because we are calling you Devy-bear now?"
"Yep."
She shifted her weight and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well, now you will feel pain and anger, Devy-bear."
In a heartbeat he felt a sharp sting as she yanked the rings out of his ear and mouth. He growled against the pain and jumped back fast enough to evade another one of her swipes.
"The tattoo is coming off!"
"You ready to skin me for it?"
She stared him down, not once did her eyes flicker away from her son. "If I have to."
A slow smile found its way onto his face, "Wonderful."

Brave

What is she doing? He wondered as he watched the young vampire princess climb up with grace and agility. The tree stood almost proud in the forest. Its long, thick branches shooting out, casting a great shadow to the earth below. 

Only a few braved an attempt to climb its massive bark to the top, even less dared to jump down. 

And yet, he found himself observing the little vampire climb higher and higher until finally, she stopped.

What are you doing, Airin? He wondered, seeing as she dangled her legs over a branch and sighed. 

He could have turned back and just left, he had no business following her out here and yet . . . he stayed. 

Several hours passed, in which time Airin made several attempts to get down. She would yelp loudly when ever she was about to slip, which caused Devlyn to have several mini heart attacks. He grew worried that she could not get down from the height. . . why would she climb something she knew she could never get down from?

This continued on until nightfall. The moon shone brightly above in the night sky, stars were spread out over the black canvass. Devlyns watchful eye never left her for a moment. He watched as she sat down on a ledge, drawing her knees up and bury her head in between them. Her long, blue tinted hair glowed white in the moonlight, he noted. During this time he also noted other features that he had neglected before. The grey of her eyes betrayed her every emotion, fear. . . anxiety. . . anger and frustration. Her petite form was not to be taken lightly, great strength dwelled within her, truly, when she reaches maturity she would make a powerful vampire. 

Her hands were small and delicate, her gaze intense, her cheek bones fell into a heart shaped face. Her lips ful and lush. . .. She was truly beautiful in Devlyn's eyes, he was sure that she would make a wonderful mate for a vampire one day. And yet, he found himself growing angry at the thought of her in another males arms. His wolf equally expressing its disapproval of the idea. The very notion had Devlyn moving towards the tree's base, his head tilted up to locate Airin.

"D...Devy?!" She called down, her expression turning from fearful to relieved. 

He didn't respond. He had made it clear to her he never liked that nick name, he was never the type to give such foolish things a thought. The name you are given is the name that is to be used, out of respect and decency. 

He closed his eyes, summoning a viel of darkness that took him up to her branch.

"Y..you came? Oh... Devy, i'm so glad-"

"Silence, Airin." She immediately shut her mouth, her gaze drawing downward as she fiddeled with her hands.

He took her into his arms, an almost silent gasp escaped her lips as she instinctively threw her arms around his neck and buried her face within. He jumped effortlessly from branch to branch, carrying her down until he landed swiftly onto the ground below. 

"Thank you. . "She mumbled as she slide down. . . and yet, his hands remained gently on her hips. The proximity of her body sending his heart tino a rapid acceleration as if it would somehow burst out of his chest. And yet, on the exterior, the young wolf prince remained calm, and cold towards her, never once showing a shred of his emotion.

"Be careful next time." Those were his last words before he vanished from her grasp in a shroud of darkness. 

The vows

Come on. . .  just do it Devlyn. 
. . . I can't. . .
He huffed in frustration as he lowered himself to sit down on the side ledge, just outside of Airin's window.
He had stood there in indecision, trying to find a reason to go inside as much as to not go in.
He couldn't decide. What if she was scared of him? Surely, she wouldn't be. . . she never was before. She would always do the impossible to grab his attention, she was nice to him for no reason, no gain. Why?
It didn't matter, the fact of the matter was that now he sat there like an idiot trying to think of reasons NOT to go only to find more reasons TO go.
"Why. Can't. I. Decide." He emphasized each word by throwing his head back against the stone wall.
It had been several weeks after the attack. No one would tell him weather or not she was ok. . . if she was alive.
That seemed to be enough. He jumped to his feet and swung into her room in one fluid motion.
The lights were off. That was what he noticed first.
It was quiet. . . could they have moved her? Or. . . He shook his head, no, she was strong,she wouldn't die because of that. . . right?
Suddenly a sharp pain erupted from the back of his head. He growled and spun around to face the aggressor when he was face to face with Airin.
Utter relief swarm through him making him forget the pain.
"Devlyn!?" She sounded surprised . . . or perhaps frightened?
He scoffed, "Who else would it be?" Her eyes flickered with an unknown emotion.
Did I say something wrong? 
"You're.... alive!" She choked on the words, her hands drawing up to her mouth in disbelief.
He frowned at her, "Of course I am. You don't think of me as that weak, do you?"
She lowered her gaze, "N. . no."
. . . Clearly, I am doing something wrong. . . . You're being too harsh, thats why.
He moved away from her, his eyes roaming around her room.
It was huge, and decorated with every essence of her. The walls were alit with colors of a soft shade of blue and the floor had a massive rug of white.
Simple, yet elegant.
"Airin. . ."He turned back to her, his mind trying to formulate what to say next; anything to break the silence.
"Is. . . Is your shoulder ok?" When he sent her a confused look she added, "I can smell the blood. Why hasn't it healed yet?"
That was a good question. It wasn't a normal wound that had been dealt to him by the demon. The bastard had infused his attack with a poison and it hindered the healing process. Devlyn's body could easily combat it, but it took time.
"Poison, but it's fine, nothing I can't handle." Though the throbbing was killing him. He subconsciously rubbed it lightly in an attempt to ease the pain.
The silence stretched between them as they struggled with their inner turmoils.
Of course she was extremely uncomfortable. All his life, he had been nothing but crude and mean to her. She had been the kindest person to him, always showing him the light in his darkness. . . He had to do something. He had to save her from falling into that pit of nothingness.
"Hey. . . Ri?" She turned her eyes in confusion at his sudden use of a nickname. He turned his gaze downward and placed his hands into his pockets, "I thought I would give you a nickname. . . since you know. . . you gave me one... Its stupid right? I'll call you Airin-"
"I love it!" She exclaimed quietly. A tender smile spreading little by little upon her face.
He couldn't help but smile in return, "Then, Ri, I have something for you." A small dark ball of energy appeared over his open palm, his eyes focused onto it and ever so softly he whispered, "Sahna". The power morphed stretching and taking the shape of a small black bird, within its beak, a bright blue rose.
The bird fluttered out of his hand, flying around the room a couple of times before landing onto Airin's outstretched hand. It ruffled its silken feathers and gazed up at her.
She gasped in delight as it dropped the rose into her hand, chirping in a tune as it twirled in joy.
"I'm sorry for what happened,Ri, but i promise. . . it won't happen again."
And he meant it, from that day on, Devlyn swore two things he intended to keep; To forever protect Airin from the malicious forces that surrounded them at all times all the while keeping her happy and content. . . the second; To track down, punish, and destroy Kieren Kuro.