DoomPet

Chapter 39

The man reached up and smooched the demon's forehead, kissing the soft leathery skin between his eyes.

Crüe flinched, "Ooh sorry I'm a bit tender."

He looked back down, concerned, "Your horns?"

"Yeah they're really starting to hurt like hell." He chuckled, "I'm sure this isn't how you wanted to see me again."

"I thought I was never going to see you. I couldn't care less what we do. If I gotta take care of you then that's what we gotta do." The Slayer slowly tried pulling the marauder upright, "So what do we have to do to fix em?"

The marauder grumbled and kissed him; then, finally sat up, "I don't know... I've lost a horn before and it just fell off then regrew. I'm scared to lose all of them at the same time. It's gonna hurt. I do have Marty's phone number."

"The demon that tried to kill you?" The Slayer raised an adorable eyebrow at the demon. Despite the throbbing pain in his temple Crüe couldn't resist how adorable the Slayer's face looked. He hoped he didn't look too rude staring at him.

"He works here now, at ARC. He's the only person who knows how to help." The marauder shook his head, the air rushing over his horns making him grit his teeth in pain. "I'm not calling that bastard."

He held out his hand, flexing his fingers, "Gimme the number."

The marauder pulled the number out of a pocket on his loose clothes obeying the voice before he could think.

He quickly took it before Crüe could snatch it back and pulled out his phone.

The demon let out a little gasp of surprise at the devilish action of the Slayer, "Oh no please don't call him. We can take care of this alone. I can just go in the bathroom and you don't even have to deal with me."

Despite the anxiety of having to take care of horns regrowing, the Slayer didn't give into the fear. He merely kissed Crüe's cheek, avoiding the demon's horns, "I'm gonna be with you through every second of this... but I'm calling him. We have to know what to do."

He groaned and buried his head in the crack between two cushions in the couch. A little muffled voice began protesting, "This fucking sucks." All he wanted to do was sit down and hold the Slayer close. This was probably the first time he had ever regretted having horns.

The man moved away from Crüe and sat on the arm of the couch, dialing the number. The phone rang for a few times before a voice answered. The Slayer put him on speaker phone so the marauder could listen in.

"Hello, this is Marty, what do you need? I'm currently in my apartment but I can run down to the lab. If you need me down there."

"Hello Marty, this is the Doom Slayer." He tried to sound imposing but not too douchey. In the end he just sounded a little comical like some kind of over exaggerated comedy sketch.

Dead silence lingered on the line for a few moments, "Is... is this a joke?"

The hesitation concerned him but he continued on, "My friend is in a great bit of pain right now. His horns were broken and we don't know how to heal them."

Crüe leaned in near the Slayer, clutching onto his big biceps, to listen in on the conversation, his protests momentarily stopping so he could hear better.

"Uhhh yeah I'm not gonna take a prank call. You know I can track your phone number and find out who you are since you're harassing me? So you're the DoomSlayer and your best bud has horns? I call bullshit." Marty scoffed. He had heard that two demons had allied with the Doom Slayer but chalked it up to just being a rumor. As fucking IF something like that would happen.