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.

First night out

He crouched in the shadows of the forest that lined the edge of the vampire's castle. His sky blue eyes scanning the barren area ahead for guards.
Clear.
He summoned a veil of darkness to shroud him from any wandering eyes and made his way to the walls that lined the eastern tower.
A steady hand pressed against the cool stone. The ground beneath gave way to a sprout of dark vines that began to climb with a growing speed to the window above.
His gaze moved up to look at his intended target, noting the lights turning on.
Oops, probably scared her. 
He lifted his free hand. "Sahna" He whispered softly,a small dark bird began to form, within its beak the message intended for Airin; A single blue rose. He let the bird fly out of his hand and into the window, smiling with satisfaction when he heard her laugh with delight.
It took him little time to make his way up unto her open window ceil. He hoisted himself onto it, crouching just at the entrance to dissipate the vines from the wall and erase all signs of an entrance.
"Devlyn!"His name was a mere breath from her lips.
"Hey Ri," He jumped down, dusting off the dust that seemed to have found its way onto his clothes.
When he looked up, he met a shy smile from Airin. She held the blue rose in her hands. He noted with some amusement, that it matched her current outfit; a blue dress that was surely a dress shirt from her mother.
"You should go out, shop for new clothes." She flinched at his words, her eyes darting to the floor.
Oops, that was harsh. . . wasn't it?
He shifted his weight uncomfortably as he searched for something kind to say. It never came naturally to him, but he was learning for Airin. She needed someone patient and caring and Devlyn was determined to be that for her.
"Sorry. . . Umm, hey, Ri. . . how about I take you out today?"
"No!" Her answer was instant and frightened. Of course.
"Ri, you can't stay in here forever. Come on, I'll take you somewhere, you'll be safe," He moved closer to her, taking the hands who held his rose into his, "I promise." He placed a soft kiss into them, closing his eyes briefly to get lost in the moment; if even for a second.
"Come on little vamp, "He opened his eyes to hold her gaze and sent her a fanged grin, "what do you say?"

Broken Wing

"Cyrus! You're doing it wrong!" Airin laughed airily at her brother who responded with a huff and stood away from the broken toy.

"How do you want me to do it? I have no idea how this thing works." His brow turned downward as he scratched his head. 

Devlyn stood off to the side, leaning calming against a shaded tree, his hands crossed over his chest. It had been a small family gathering that, of course thanks to the Akumas, had turned into a grand party. Dusk and his mother brought their families along and, of course, had to drag him along too. 

The children had tended to stay in one general area, contending themselves to toys of all kinds. The servants rushed around acting as babysitters rather than servers. 

Devlyn could have cared less about anyone here, family included, his only slight condolence was Airin. He would never admit it, even to himself, but something deep within stirred whenever she was near him.

"Aw, Cyrus... I really liked that toy." Her small shoulders slumped in disappointment. 

He cocked his slightly to the side as he observed the scene in wonder. It was just a toy, a small bird that flew by remote control. . . was it really that important to her?

Despite whatever reason it was, Devlyn found himself pushing off the tree and walking towards them. 

"Devlyn? What are you-" Cyrus's question died as he held his hand up to silence the young vampire. He knelt down next to the broken bird, his eyes scanning over the it before reaching out to begin fixing it. He snapped the wing back into place, he took a stray wire and connected it to a blue one found within its neck. The bird twitched slightly before he finished the repairs with a small spark to bring the bird back to life. 

"You did it!" He heard Airin laugh in excitement and decided he'd done his good deed for the week. 

He stood, averting his gaze from hers as he handed her the bird. "Don't cry over stupid things, Airin," when she took it into her hands he placed his hands in his pockets feeling the need to do something with them. "You're braver than that. Besides, its not even alive." 

Without another word he walked off, deciding he needed some place quiet. . . to still the heart that pounded furiously in his chest.