The Devil's Possession

He's A Devil

"I thought I told you to bring her home!" Kasan boomed.

"She is home," Kenley replied, a lopsided grin on his lips. Without much restraint on strength, he pushed me forward and my body collided with Kasan's. I looked up at him and indeed, his strict demeanor and fierce ebony eyes still caused a stirring in my core...damn.

But what I should be concerned about right now, is the fact that he's here...in MY house.

I quickly shuffled two steps away from him, my eyes taking the chance to run over his figure properly.

A rifle was resting on his shoulder...and fresh crimson liquid stained his clothes. I couldn't be sure if he had cuts anywhere on his body, but I knew for a fact that the blood handprints on his shirt could not have been his own. Someone had obviously felt the wrath of those bruised knuckles he was openly displaying.

...and I think I know who.

With a hurried speed to my movements, I brushed by his form and barrelled inside. My gaze swept over the living room and landed on dad's beaten body sprawled out across the floor and mom's seemingly untouched one hovering over him as she wept.

Shock struck me and my hands flew up to cover my mouth.

K-Kasan did this? All this time, he can't have been the one dad has been trying to get away from, could he?! That man is one who is notorious for his tyrannic way, one who hunts and kill anyone who challenges him and one who is so cruel that no one wants to even pass him by!

The Kasan with whom I slept...is that 'Devil'?!

My lips quivered as it dawned on me.

"D-Dad!"

Purple bruises covered Dad's swollen cheeks and his thin lips were split as blood drained from both sides of them, meeting his skin. Blood also littered his clothes in small spots but on his thigh, a large round fleck of red tainted his wrinkled pants. He had obviously gotten severely injured there and was now bleeding profusely.

Not knowing what else to do, I rushed over to his battered form. Mom's eyes immediately widened when she saw me, but I didn't mind her, instead seeking to calm my nerves with my trembling index finger that reached out and pressed against his nostrils. Feeling him breathe against my skin, I let out a relieved, shaky breath.

He's alive...

Now, I will make that motherfucker pay!

My jaw clenched as I went to withdraw my hand but father's bloodied one reached out, loosely grasping mine. My surprised gaze quickly shifted back towards him, noticing that his eyes had cracked open. His lips parted to let out words that I could hardly hear.

I leaned down, bringing my ears closer to his mouth. "R-R..." He swallowed slowly, "R-Run."

He's telling me to run? And leave him here to die?!

I immediately refused to comply to his demand by moving back and shaking my head vigorously, my eyes glossing over with unshed tears. He isn't the best father in the world, but no matter how many times he disappoints me, I would never leave him for dead!

"No, absolutely not!"

Mother's hand pressed against the side of my face, turning it towards her. Her eyes were pleading towards me so much that I didn't even need to hear her words in order to shake my head once more.

"I'm not leaving you to die!"

"Don't worry about us, we'll be fine. Just get out of here while you can, Clara. For once, please do as I say." She whispered weakly, a tear slowly sliding down her left cheek.

But the firmness of my resolve still remained unwavering despite her words. I'm not going to just leave them and run away like some coward.

...I'll help them the only way I can!

Upstairs and in the second room on the left, there's around four guns stashed away in dad's drawers. I have little to no skills in hand to hand combat, but I know how to fire a gun. In fact, I'm an expert at it. Constant training made that possible.

Dad doesn't seem to be able to walk so the only option I have is to kill each and every one of these intruders one by one. If I'm able to retrieve the guns before that maniac returns from the front door, then I'll definitely deal with these motherfuckers.

"You have to hurry! Or he'll k-" she didn't get to finish her sentence because a sudden series of claps filled the air. I bit my lip until my teeth pierced through it.

Fuck.

The retrieval of the gun is now a little over on the impossible side.

Despite that, I stood to my feet, spinning around to glare at the man before me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I roared. Who the hell does he think he is? How dare he do this to my father? How dare he intrude in our home?!

Unfazed, he audaciously winked at me, shifting his eyes to the floor where dad was struggling for breaths. "Bravo, Robby! You've definitely caught me by surprise. I never thought you had it in you." He grinned. "I was honestly going to leave you be, but I've just been informed that you both have managed to deceive me. I guess I should reconsider, don't you think?"

He grasped his chin with his thumb and index finger, and looked to the side, pretending to be deep in thought.

With his eyes off my figure, I took the opportunity to inch towards the stairs, but unfortunately, I was only able to take two tiny steps closer before he abruptly lifted his head with that same aggravating grin on his face, his eyes bulging out as if an idea had just popped into his head.

It seemed luck was on my side because he didn't appear to have noticed that I moved.

"Tell you what..." His eyes slitted slyly. "Since I'm the forgiving type, I'll spare one of you...but! I'll allow your beautiful daughter over here..." he shifted his eyes to me, "...to choose."

My eyes bulged.

H-He wants me to choose between them?!

A Devil indeed.