DoomPet

Chapter 52

The Slayer had woken up, his belly ache gone. Him and the demon spent the day at home. Crüe made mashed potatoes with some potatoes he found in the cupboard and kept pawning them off on the Slayer. He put more and more on his plate, refilling the bits he had taken. Until finally the man scolded him and made him eat some too while Crüe somehow drank that powdered blood abomination of a smoothie.

The Slayer did feel slightly annoyed at all the babying, but he couldn't help but be smitten by it. Plus, he had to admit. It felt nice to have a full belly. In his opinion Crüe was being a bit overbearing, it's not like he had an issue. He simply forgot to eat occasionally. His demigod body was a bitch at reminding him about being hungry. The pangs of hunger simply didn't work their way past his pain tolerance, until he really was starving. It made it feel unnecessary to eat. Not to mention his muscles hadn't atrophied from his coma that much anyways.

They spent the day like this watching TV, napping, eating, and talking. The only thing interesting that happened was a sudden black out across the city. It didn't last too long, only a minute or two, but the Slayer could sense panic through the city. He tried to relax and ignore it. He fought demons, he didn't know anything about energy, but he found a deep feeling of guilt that he destroyed the argent energy filters back on Mars.

Despite that, It felt nice to be lazy. At night, Daisy hopped up in their bed and snuggled against them with her squabs. She'd eventually move her children into the den to sleep, but she wanted one more night with her Slayer.

Daisy slowly opened her eyes to the blackness of pre-dawn. Her children pawed at her face as they dreamed. A grin formed on her face. They needed names.

The Slayer reached over and petted her back, his cold hand made her jolt. "Sorry, Daisy."

She chattered and stretched out, rolling over to lay against the Slayer. Despite her intelligence, she couldn't think of a way to tell the Slayer that she wanted to name her squabs.

That was until they heard a knock on the bedroom door.

Jerking out of his sleep, Crüe rolled over and looked at the Slayer, "Please tell me that's not Samuel."

There was another knock, "It's me Samuel! Let me in."

Crüe groaned and buried his head into the pillow, "FUCK OFF SAMUEL!"

"I'm picking the lock!"

He looked over at the Slayer, a pained look in his eyes, "Please, stop him."

"Samuel, leave us alone!" The Slayer yelled, rage obvious in his voice.

"No, this is cool. I'm coming in." The sound of the door hand jiggling was getting louder and louder.

Crüe sat up blankets pooling around his body. "I'M NAKED!" He yelled out, lying.

"Then cover up, slut!" The door handle opened and Samuel stepped in, "Hello!"

Daisy laughed at the situation while Crüe groaned into his pillow again.

"What do you want?" The Slayer looked exasperated.

"I've been up all night working on projects. I wanted to test out a prototype of my voice modulator for Daisy." Before she could protest, he clipped a thin metal collar around her neck. "Behold, try that!"

Daisy let out a chirp quivering in excitement. She would be able to talk to the Slayer. The collar buzzed as it translated, "HAMBURGER!"

"I have a hunch that is not correct." Samuel leaned down and adjusted a few wires, "Try again."

This time she made more of a screech, it buzzed then thought for a moment, "HAMBURGER!"

"Are you saying hamburger by any chance?"