Damien's POV

　　It's a fucking good thing I don't need sleep to function because there was no way I would be settling tonight after watching the fateful events of the night unfold, still unable to get the images of my girl impaled on demonic cock, a demon cock that was not mine. 

　　Stalking back and forth, my eyes constantly assessing for invisible threats lurking in the darkness. This English ponce's immense power had me restless and agitated, never knowing when the next hit would come or what the fuck it could be. 

　　Finally, sitting down on the edge of the bed, hoping the dip of the mattress under my weight wouldn't wake my sleeping beauty. Tenderly I pulled the sheets over Red's bare shoulders, seeing her shiver. Her body instinctively leaned into my touch, had me grinning like a love-sick kid; tucking a stray wild hair behind her ear, I felt nauseated seeing something as pure as Red treated the way she had been tonight! 

　　"How adorable." Closing my eyes momentarily, I sucked down a deep breath, regretting my plea for help, hearing the judgement in my father's tone.

　　"You took your damn time!" I snapped, bringing my eyes to my father's pale skin and blue eyes. As usual, he wore a pristine suit, his black hair styled perfectly. Since I was five, I have wanted to cover those expensive suits in horse shit to see him slumming it in something more casual like jeans and a shirt.

　　"You're welcome." He taunted, dismissing me as he walked around Red's room, fingering the few personal trinkets she had. I rolled my eyes and watched him wipe his fingers on his suit pants. The look on his face was one of disdain for the surroundings she found herself in. 

　　"I assume your emergency has something to do with the fact SHE is powerless." He asked frankly in a low voice, moving to stand by the window, his eyes narrowing on me.

　　"No, well yes... kind of!" I whispered, sensing my father's frustrations made me feel like a ten-year-old again; I nervously stumbled over my words. Shrugging my shoulders, I got off the bed and stood beside him so I didn't have to talk in such hushed tones. However, my eyes remained on Red as I watched for trouble, but with my father here, I knew we at least stood a chance of protecting her. 

　　"She is powerless..." I started to say sourly.

　　"Why?" He interjected, clearly growing bored of our conversation.

　　"I don't know; I planned to speak to you about it tomorrow when I brought her for dinner," I explained; seeing my father look at his watch, I rolled my eyes, instantly knowing he was being pedantic over the time, as usual when came to details, even the most minor details he liked all the facts in order. 

　　"Control freak!" Ares snorted, trying my best not to show my amusement at my beast, knowing my father would be able to pick up on it.  

　　"Tonight when we come for dinner- better?" I huffed, growing irritated myself

　　"Yes." He grinned slowly, something not quite right with his smirk. "So, if you planned to talk to me about it tonight? Why am I here now?" He asked matter-of-factly. His hand gripped my chin roughly, turning it into the light of the moon that shone through the window, making his own appraisal of my worth, apparently. 

　　"Something happened tonight- we were attacked!" I spewed, getting pissed off with his 'help.'

　　"Hmm", He dismissed me, still scrutinising my features; pulling from his grip, I looked back at Red nervously as I resumed my explanation. 

　　"Whatever it was... it was powerful," I explained, sighing as I looked between Red and my father. "It was more powerful than me, then you even." I continued hearing my father scoff. I pulled my eyes from Red and stared at him hard. 

　　"I am dead serious, whatever it was... it was old, ancient... Its powers.. unrivalled even by Lucifer's standards." I declared anxiously, unsure how my father would take the news that something genuinely evil was lurking in the shadows of his territory. 

　　"And..." He answered; my eyes widened in shock. 

　　"And... Your son is attacked on your territory, and that is all you have to say on the matter?" I hissed, looking over at my father, who was eyeing Abigail thoughtfully. 

　　"Did you know it was here?" I asked, the truth dawning on me; of course, he did!

　　"You truly think I wouldn't notice when real evil runs around in my backyard? Stupid boy!" Pushing passed me, he walked over to where Abigail slept, tracing his finger across her shoulder that had slipped from the covers. 

　　"Don't let him touch her!" Ares growled; my father's head snapped up, curiousness written all over his harsh features. Leaning back against the window, I ignored my wolf and said nothing, fighting every instinct I had to rush and stand between my father and my sleeping angel. 

　　"What did it want?" He questioned, winking at me. "The evil?" He encouraged me. Observing him grinning down at Red with a sort of affection as she turned in her sleep, lying on her back, the sheet falling to reveal the tops of her naked breasts. Holding my breath, I felt the panic in Ares, but I knew my father would never cross that line! Not with Abigail. Looking over at me knowingly, he pulled the sheets back up to cover her modesty and sat beside her. 

　　"It wanted her," I admitted, coming to stand beside my father, my voice low, not wanting to wake her up. "He said he would be back for her.. and.." I couldn't finish the sentence; the bile that had settled in my stomach threatened to empty over my father's ludicrously expensive shoes!

　　"Do it!" Ares laughed, making my father turn to look at me, curiosity turning into confusion. 

　　"And..." He prompted, his tone sharp, no longer hiding the aggravation from his voice. How the fuck was I meant to say this; I could barely think it; saying it made it real! 

　　"Speak, son, or I will rip the words from your fucking throat." His irritation turned up a level even as his voice remained low.

　　Looking at her beautiful face, I sighed; I detested this idea, but if anyone were going to help me fix this and save her, it would be him. Closing my eyes, I allowed my father into the recesses of my mind giving him access to the night's events! My father, too greedy to settle just for the night's events, pushed painfully past my barriers to see everything I had discovered and done since meeting Red. The look of reckless fury that crept over his face only reinforced my fears for Red's safety!

　　"The child he believes he has put in her!" I ground out when he said nothing but waited for me to speak; I knew he was punishing me! 

　　"And if there is a child growing inside her- is it definitely his?" He asked, although I knew he already knew the answer; dropping my eyes shamefully, I shook my head.

　　 With lightning speed, my father had me pinned against the wall beside the window, the moon casting his face in an eerie glow making his anger look even more monstrous. His hand gripped the flesh of my skin like a vice cutting off my air supply. 

　　"I tasked you with keeping her safe and eventually bringing her into the fold! Not catching fucking feelings for her, do you know what you have done!"

　　"I thought at least one of us should have some sort of feelings towards her." I spat, pausing for effect my eyes narrowed on the icy blue hues of my father, amusement and anger swirling in his ocean hues.

　　"Father," I added, emphasising the word cruelly, knowing it would hit a nerve with my cold hearted Pa!