Professional Traitor

**Aileen POV**

Not my worst fear, but certainly up there came true the moment Father entered my room. Almost instantly after the door shut, I could feel Shiuku watching me. He would know his home was under attack. There were screams coming from the other side of the door. Not that I could concentrate on anything else besides my true love going insane.
I kicked my leg out sweeping the opposite side of Devon's knees. I spun around getting his knee with the front of my left foot. Father wasted no time either. He swung his fist aimed for Devon's knelt head. Unlike with me, Devon blocked my Father's blow glaring viscously. His piercing eyes were glowing as he gathered his elemental power. Father hadn't foughten many elementals, so he may not have noticed the slight change of color in Devon's eyes. At least he wouldn't know what it meant.
I rammed my body into Devon's pushing him forward. A screech of wind hissed passed Father's cheek to the side of the door.
"What are you doing? We had such a wonderful night together. You said you loved me and this baby." I needed Devon to slow down. Father and I could only dodge for so long. We just had to buy enough time for the DSS to get here. Hopefully a certain squad leader stronger than Devon.
"Are you out of your damn minds?! Shiuku will never let you leave. This little battle is a stupid idea!" He snarled, hating the fact he couldn't touch me. "I wanted a night to remember my destined. I can live without fucking you. What I don't want is to be tortured to death for this ridiculous suicidal plan. You know Shiuku offered me a deal the day before your party?"
My hands clenched into fists, I hated this. I would give anything for Devon to stop talking.
"He told me I should bow out. I will be a high ranking demon as well, but I have to give up on you. Becoming just below a demon lord is nice; however, I don't want to see you in Shiuku's arms again. If you do not want to become Shiuku's mistress; I'll kill us all now. Then no one has to be tortured to death."
"You wanted to be a step dad!" I screamed at him.
He shrugged, "not really. I wanted my true love. Well, I can't have you. What I can have is authority and respect. No more worry about being tortured to death. Keeping you here and killing your Father for supporting this dumb plan; will be my first dedication of loyalty to him."
*"Whore Princess"* *I was sick and tired of Sir Alaric's voice! I got to be with my true love. You get to be fucked by the Devil's Pitchfork for eternity. Back off!*
Right now I had to concentrate on Devon and keeping Father alive. I would be lying if I didn't feel a little good about beating back my trauma. No matter Devon's current words; our previous memories together gave me the confidence to fight Alaric's voice back. I would be grateful to Devon for that...while I beat him now.
The threat of being torn limb from limb would make me safe from Devon's physical attacks. I just had to hide what his words were doing to me mentally. Almost funny how he was the reason Sir Alaric was triggered in my head; but he was also the reason I could fight the dead fake knight's taunts.
Father circled back and attempted to punch Devon again. A whirl of wind sprung my Father up like a bouncy ball. He hit the ground with a loud thud. For what felt like a long stretch of time, he did not move. I couldn't even make out Father's breathing.
I glared at Devon. My body shook with an intense hatred that I had never felt for my true love before. If Father didn't get back up someway I would make Devon pay. No matter how powerful a member of the DSS, or demon; there was a huge shared common weakness. We all bled, we all could die.
"And you wonder why the world calls you demons?! Why DSS members separate themselves from your lot?!" I ran over to Father. I needed to see that he wasn't knocked out. "Do you really think I will forgive you if you killed my Father? True love or not?!"
"I really couldn't care. My day of bliss was given and I thank you for that. Now, you're all Shiuku's. I do honestly hope that your son doesn't suffer too much. I had grown a little attached to him."
"I'll never go to Shiuku! Being here, watching my son be hurt; it's a fate worse than death!"
Shallowly, Father was taking in air. A member of the DSS would have gotten up by now. Devon seemed to forget that the two of us are only human. Moreover, my Father didn't have the same kind of training. To his credit, Devon did pale slightly. He let go of his elemental wind.
Devon said in a small voice, "maybe I should kill you both. It'll be a mercy. I could kill myself after. Shiuku, or Sekai will not get their hands on me again."
In measured steps, Devon walked over to Father and I. He leaned down checking to see if Father was still alive.
"Sorry Devon," I muttered. I had to make this plan work.
He cocked his head confused. "What-?"
Never got to finish his sentence. Father lurched upright and stabbed Devon with the knife he hid in his boot. The blade cut deep to the right of Devon's heart. Before Devon could call back on his powers, I pushed my way in front of Father, using my body as a shield. Devon curled his hand on the floor. Pain apparent on every feature of his face. I heard his teeth grinding together, holding back a scream. He yanked out Father's knife with a howl like something a wolf might let out before killing its prey. Devon had snapped. That stab was all it took.
"Well, I have made my decision now. You've been nothing but a pain in my freaking ass since Shiuku brought you here Aileen. My life would have been so much easier loving Lena!" He got to his feet, clutching his wound. "Whether you would have chosen to go back to Shiuku, or not; I would have suffered. You are both dead."
Father prepared for his next attack too late.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 slices of wind cut through the air into Father's body. Four blades of wind pierced his limbs. Father screamed out in agony. One blast hit across his neck in a thin slash. The blood from his neck was nothing compared to the gore coming from his legs and arms. The last two blasts cut slightly above his stomach.
Father would not be getting back up this time. His eyes were glued to me, worried.
"Shall I do the same to you Princess? I doubt that little demon will survive. At least you will for a small bit."
Devon pinched his first finger and thumb close together, the slightest hair keeping them apart. He gave me a predator's grin. Damn near as unsettling as Shiuku's when he was angry. My true love acted like I meant nothing to him. Yesterday, meant nothing.
"Now then..." Devon continued.
"STOP!" Father bellowed. "Don't kill her. You're pissed. Kill me. I raised her!"
I snorted at that. "Kind of," a cruel smile tugging at my lips. "You were busy a lot of the time, dear Father. Kalum did much more than you. You weren't there any of the times I needed you. Like when Mother died. Oh! Or that trip you took to Winderlin. You promised to take me, then left in the middle of the night! Had you taken me, something horrible may not have happened! A failed suicide attempt may not have shaped me. Sir Alaric never would have touched me."
Father got a pained expression. I bet a max of two people have ever seen the King look so vulnerable.
"Those are still things that involve me. I read all those letters you hid in your apartment. Whether I was there or not; I molded you into who you are today." A pause while Father fought to stay conscious. "Please, I failed my daughter growing up. Don't let me fail her now. I can't have her buried before me."
"You did fail. First, lying about bringing me on that trip. I was very devastated when you left. The King being gone gave King Alaric all the motivation he needed to kidnap me. But I guess I can't completely blame him on you. How would you know one of your trusted guards had a kink for little girls. Or how far he would go to satisfy that lust."
Devon watched us with a curious mean amusement. I continued with my complaints, "two you weren't there when Mother died. When I said I wanted Kalum to be my Father, I meant it. He was kind, loving, funny, and most importantly there for me."
"Third, when you got here, I needed to be held and loved. You hit me and told me I wasn't your daughter. You always care more about people fearing you, than the ones who loved you. Just like Shiuku, you saw us as a weakness. Now that we are both knocking on Death's door, you want to act like a Father?"
I hated myself for the words I was uttering. I would never be able to take them back, but I needed to buy Father and I time.. By God I needed this to be convincing. The bitter frigid truth is the easiest way to deceive. Always.
Devon was laughing so hard he had to grab his stomach. "ooohhh before I kill us all, I get a little drama show? Well at least you two can die with no regrets huh? Will you spill more deep secrets, or have more sorrows to dish out to each other? I already know I'm going to play around with you two for a while more. No wonder Sekia loves to torture. This really is fun!"
I kept my body in front of Father's. Even at full strength, Father couldn't compete with Devon. Sold, or not; he was born from a demon lord.
Finally I felt the weight lift from my shoulders.
I hid my face on Father's shoulder. He placed a hand atop my head. *Please don't let him take those vile words to heart*. All the good memories I had of us, I had omitted from my little tirade. I hoped he remembered them while I was spitting horrible half truths at him.
Honestly, I hoped that Devon's attacks hurt worse than what I said. That's why he looked so miserable.
My true love didn't seem to notice the change. He kept right on going. "How cute, so you two don't want to argue anymore? What's about to happen finally sink in?" He was taking his role a little too far.
"He's not watching anymore I take it?" A hard commanding voice asked from around the corner. "You still have such a capacity to be evil. Very convincing Devon. So into being the grand villian you missed the clear hint Ms. Aileen gave you."
Sure enough, Devon stopped in his taunts. His gaze locked with his old crush. Squad Leader Lena stepped up beside where Father and I were laying.
She sighed, "did you really need to cut him so deep? It's going to take me far longer than I wanted to heal him. We are in a time crunch."
"Lena..."