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."
