DoomPet

Chapter 32

Two weeks had passed since the man had taken the powder, becoming a sensation among the higher ups of the program.

A priest talked to Marty and Mez in a hushed tone at the entrance of the cave, casting disdainful glances at the man who was sitting on a chair leaning over the counter.

The man of course didn't care about the glaring stares and gossiping tongues. He was too focused admiring himself in a small handheld mirror. He really looked like a demon, not an undead zombie with rotting blistered skin, no, a true demon. His skin had finally healed from the radiation but it wasn't its usual medium tan color, it was grey and ashy in some parts it even looked white and translucent. Even better, he had put back on the weight he lost after his lips were burnt and the pounds he lost during the radiation. Despite not looking like a skeleton in his body, his face looked like a skull the way his eyes were bloodshot and sunken in. His nose and lips were beyond repair though, making him truly look like a skull. A few days ago his hair had fallen out in clumps, now he was entirely hairless over his whole body. It felt odd, especially his crotch, and he had to keep shifting and squirming on this seat to stay comfortable.

The priest suddenly turned and left, catching the man's attention. "What did he say? He looked pissed."

"One of the stage two sentinels escaped." Mez sighed casting a worried look at the entrance of the cave, "They told us to keep a lookout and not leave the cave."

"What do you mean by escape? Like 'I'm leaving cause this place is scary' escape or he went full on berserk escape?"

"He tore off a hell knight's face and scurried off, but it's nothing to be worried about cause they said he ran off in the opposite direction of our cave." Marty shrugged and walked over to the counter, "It happens sometimes with the program."

"So do we have to stay inside all day and hide? I can't even go out on the bridge?" The man pushed his mirror off to the side. The past few days Marty and Mez allowed him to explore the bridge that connected their cave to the tunnel that went into the city. Honestly, it felt childish being merely allowed to explore around the cave and bridge, but he absolutely loved basking in the open warm air out on the bridge in the hellish sunlight that came from a large crack in the roof.

Marty chuckled, his mandibles shaking, "We are supposed to stay here but me, you, and Mez are gonna do some training on the cave floor."

"Training!" The marauder grinned, pulling back the remnants of his lips showing off his two big fangs.

"Yep." Mez glanced at Marty, "We better hightail it down there before the hell priests come back." She lingered near the entrance of the cave, unwilling to leave them defenseless.

"Fuck I forgot about their nightly rounds. We'll hurry." Marty tossed the man an actual pair of shorts, not like the primitive loin cloth around his waist.

"Oooh pants." He pulled them over his loin cloth and then untied it. Making sure none of his jibblets were revealed during the switchero.

Marty looked impressed at the switch, "That was like a magic trick. Pants go on, loincloths go off!"

Mez was still standing at the very entrance of the cave, "Boys, let's head out now and stop admiring loincloths. Ugh..."

Surprisingly, it didn't take them very long to get to the bottom of the abyss. There was an elevator set into the stone just big enough for the trio to squeeze into it.

Marty decided to ramble on about the construction of the many elevators lining the caves, something about them being a very advanced piece of hell technology that is rarely passed down to the lower class areas.