Thread: Top Tier Psycho And The Gift [Valchyrie x Hahvy]

It was like this everyday. Someone needed to be taught a lesson, the books needed to be checked, the boss made happy, the family kept in line and well taken care of. Now though, there was more at stake due to the war. The war had been piling up over the course of the last year, but now it was starting to spill over and screw with everyone's jobs - even the underlings. The Dragon Sect could only do so much when faced with potential oblivion. It depended on its soldiers, its men. It depended on someone like Devlin McKenna. Devlin was amongst the top leaders in the Sect, but he wasn't a boss and never wanted to be. He had his leader and he had his own underlings and that was enough for him. He worked directly under the Boss as a bodyguard and hitman and wouldn't have it any other way. He did other things on the side, such as look at the books, and make sure people were keeping up with their payments, but it was something he only did on special occasions. Today, though, he actually had nothing to do. He'd done his job for the day and was now sitting in his apartment with its two bedrooms and plenty of space. He missed his home back in the country, but this is where he was needed. He could always retire to the country when the time came. He and his Boss had an agreement, when the time came for him to retire, he would disappear without a trace. He would became a whispered legend, a rumor. He wasn't just known for his job, but for his sexual prowess. He wasn't the type to brag, but everyone knew he was into the darker shit. He had a knife collection specifically for that purpose. He had specially crafted handcuffs, shackles, and other little things for his playtime fantasies. As he sat in his big old chair by the window, smoke drifted from his mouth as he took a drag from his clove cigarette. His amethyst eyes took in the scenery of the city below as he thought over how long it had been since he'd had a woman. Too long, his body told him. He could practically feel the tension in his shoulders getting worse at the mere thought. Grumbling something incoherent, he took another drag, moving a hand to drag through his dark red, short cut hair. Some called him a pretty boy, but he did have a roguishness about him. His high cheek bones, the tiny little line of freckles beneath his left eye while the rest of his face was clear except for a scar along his jawline and right eye. He was medium built, not too big but not too small. He wasn't all that tall either, maybe topping off at 5'7''- that is, without his boots. As Devlin sat there brooding, adjusting the ring on his right hand, he pondered over what his life may have been like. It wasn't often that he got into the gist of how he became a Sect member, but at age thirty, he figured he might have been married with kids by now at some run of the mill job in the country. Yet, he remembered with a twisted smile, his brand of sex and love were very different. He would probably never find a wife, just a companion to use and love in his own way. Grinning to himself, he finished the last of his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray. Now was not the time to be thinking of such dreadful topics. He had a life and job to do here. Cracking his knuckles, he rose from his chair and grabbed himself a drink of water. He knew today was his day off, but he wasn't sure what else to do with himself. Perhaps he would bother his partner Carson at the shooting range beneath the Sect's main building. A fight might be just what he needed. Taking the water with him, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door, not knowing that things would change. But would they change for the better? Probably not.