Bullied Once, Loved Twice

Chapter 43 - Encounters

Devan groaned as a knock echoed in his room, gently putting down his pencil before standing up and making his way to the locked door, the small metal window opening to show a tray of raw meat.

"Eat young lord, it is necessary to your survival." The servant behind the locked door said, making Devan growl at them ferociously.

There was no way in hell he would ever take a bite out of anything they gave him, he refused to eat any flesh of anyone, god knows who that poor person was.

"Amadeel, you know I won't do that. You can tell my father to stop trying, I'd rather die of starvation."

"But young lord—"

"Amadeel. You're dismissed." He said in a cold tone, hearing the servant gulp before pulling the tray away and shutting the small window, a sigh of relief escaping Devan as he walked back to his desk where he could admire his work again.

There were a few dozen drawing of Matheo, some cute, some innocent... Some not so much.

He sighed as he sat down, gently passing his fingertips on the face he had just half drawn, oh how he missed Matheo, he wondered how he was doing, if he missed him at all.

"What I would do just for one kiss right now..." He mumbled as he leaned back on his chair, closing his eyes as he rested his hand on his crotch, remembering his lips and how they had—

"Son. I'm coming in." His father suddenly stated as the door unlocked, Devan's body jumping before he quickly opened his eyes in panick, grabbing all of the drawings in one go and hidding it in his desk.

"F-Father. What are you doing here?" He said facing the man who entered, his expression turning cold as he saw the blood that covered the man's body.

"I've been busy. I wanted to come check on you, has your mind cleared yet?" His father asked as Devan rolled his eyes, if only he knew what he was thinking moments prior.

He frowned when he caught a familiar smell, one he had dreamt of smelling again, one he feared ever smelling on his father.

"Who's blood is on you!?" Devan quickly asked, his face paling as he smelled it more and more now that he was aware of it.

"Someone irrelevant, anyways son. I wanted to know—"

"ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION BARTON!" Devan yelled as his father frowned, hearing his name for the first time in a long time, his son had never dared say it.

"Devan, son. Calm down—" Barton started before Devan rushed at him, slamming him into the metal door with a grunt, his son had grown much stronger than he remembered.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!? WHERE IS MATHEO!" He growled out in his distorted tone, his eyes glowing bright red as he snared at his father, the man completely taken aback by this sudden reaction.

"I don't understand why you're asking about him, son. I didn't touch your toy—" Barton said before Devan lost it, his claws shredding his father's skin with a slash, blood splattering on the wall before Devan lunged at him, strangling the man violently.

"YOU BASTARD! YOU FUCKING LYING FUCKING CUNT I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Devan yelled as his father started to panick, being overpowered as his body focused his strenght on healing the attack he had received to the face.

"Son... Please... Let me explain." He desperately tried to speak as Devan's teeth grew longer and sharper, fear showing in his father's eyes.

"I'm going to kill you." Devan said in a threatening voice, his mouth opening slowly as his face started to grow more and more sinister.