Devin Old Backstory

Lydia was at home, anxiously waiting for her husband to come back unharmed. Within an hour of her waiting, she received a phone call. It was Devin. She picked up the phone and heard his labored breathing. He let her know his location, and told her to come quick. But since there was little reception in his area, his call was breaking up. Lydia immediately got into his car and drove to where he was. 

When she arrived, she noticed the blonde haired man limping away into the woods, carrying something shiny in his hand. Then she saw Devin lying on the ground. She got out of the car and ran over to him, already shocked by the thought of her husband being injured. He was lying in a puddle of blood with a dark gaping hole in his abdomen, and another between his eyes. His skin looked a pale shade and there were black cracks in his face.

Lydia kneeled beside him, scanning him over with her hands badly trembling. "DEVIN!! W-WHAT!"

He took her hand. "I'm fine." Lydia squeezed his hand and began to shed tears. "What the hell, you're not fine!! W-Who did this to you?!" 

"Emmett." 

"Damn it, I told you not to bother with him! Why don't you ever listen to me? Now look what's happened to you!" 

Devin was not concerned about his life at the moment. His goal was to inform Lydia about what was most important.

The woman was starting to hyperventilate, seeing his gruesome condition. Devin took her hand and used his last bit of energy to speak to her. 

"Lydia." 

She clutched his hand in hers, as to heed any word he spoke before she lost him. "Yes?" 

The decay was beginning to reach his chest and lungs. His voice was hushed and wheezing. It was far from his healthy resonant voice. 

"Take care of our son.

I love you."