DoomPet

Chapter 12

The Slayer slowly opened his eyes, and was greeted with the sight of the marauder curled up at the foot of his bed. He sighed. That was the demon's new sleeping spot, he wouldn't sleep on the floor but he wouldn't sleep next to the man either. It had been like this for two weeks. Make up your damn mind.

Those two weeks had passed without any demons to fight, much to the Slayer's anger. Vega had sat down with Doomguy and explained that the demonic consumption of earth had been stopped, now there were still demons but they were on the retreat. This was a wonderful time to take a rest and he'd alert him of anything of interest.

Plus the wound on his leg wasn't healing as fast as he'd hoped, even now it was still making him limp a bit.

Thank god he had the marauder. The demon had babied him for nearly two weeks now, making sure he was comfortable, changing the dressings on his wound, and he even made pancakes for him and Daisy a few times.

Of course despite the babying he managed to hot wire the portal and slip out three days ago for some absolutely magnificent slaughtering of demons. When he came back through the portal covered in gore, limping badly Vega nearly self-destructed in anger and worry.

Luckily, after Pinky promising not to do that ever again, Vega forgave him. The marauder was now babying him twice as much as he had before.

He turned his attention back down to his demonic friend, poking him with his foot.

His horned head popped up from the covers, bleary eyed and confused until he saw the Slayer. "What is it?"

'Let's get some coffee and relax by the window.'

"Ooh ok!"

Because he felt bad about hot wiring the portal, Doomguy went down to the kitchen and made the coffee himself instead of asking Vega, bringing it back up to the marauder, who was now sitting up.

They both walked over and sat down in the semicircular window seat that looked out over the earth.

"Can I ask you a question?" The marauder grabbed his cup of coffee and took a sip.

'Sure go right ahead.' The Slayer relaxed in the morning light, sipping his coffee.

"Can I touch your scars?"

The Slayer was a bit taken aback at such a strange request but obliged the demon, 'Go ahead.'

Putting his coffee down, he reached out and touched the Slayer's arm. Some of the scars were barely noticeable, others made the demon flinch where he could feel the muscle beneath them missing a chunk. There was a big one on the man's shoulder that he was almost certain had cut down to the bone. "How did you get all your scars?"

'To many to remember everything. Pick one and I'll see if I remember.'

"Ooh ok!" The marauder looked up and down the man's body until he finally pointed at a scar on his arm that was puffy and shaped like a star. "What's that one from?"

After scribbling quickly he held up his notebook, 'Pinky charged me and stabbed me up with its tusk.' He ran his hand over the scar, 'I got lucky.'

"What about this one?" He pointed to a tiny silvery scar on his neck. It was so wispy and hard to see the man must've gotten it eons ago.

He thought for a moment, rubbing the spot on his neck. He shrugged and held up the notebook, 'I don't remember.'

"Oh god... what happened there?" He pointed to a huge scar on the side of his thigh. It ran the whole length of his thigh under his shorts and still looked gruesome despite being healed.