"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."
