DoomPet

Chapter 60

They had dried off Daisy's little squabs and put her to sleep before retreating into the bedroom. Now, they laid in bed under the covers, simply staring up at the ceiling. It was so quiet and warm. Faint glints of moonlight filtered through the shutters laid, splayed out, on the bed.

"That was terrifying." Crüe spoke in a soft little voice, rolling on his side to curl his body around the Slayer better. The blankets shifted and the mattress let out a little creak.

He looked over and smiled at him, but in an instant his facade fell and he began to cry. "I'm sorry, Crüe."

Crüe reached out and held him close, trying to hush his weak little cries. "No, no you did the right thing."

The Slayer shook his head. Doing the right thing should make him feel like he was a monster. He lost control and picked on someone that was definitely not his own size. He finally explained everything to Crüe, gushing out all the fear he had felt and why he had snapped. That honestly he was just so afraid of being taken away again, having his family torn to shreds after so much time spent rebuilding.

After the explanation, they were sitting up against the headboard, they had tried to turn on the lamp, but the electricity curfew forced them to use the flashlight on the Slayer's phone to chase away the dark. Crüe was rubbing his back as he held onto him for dear life. The tears had stopped, but he struggled to find any more words. His throat felt as raw as it had felt before the surgery.

"No one will ever take you away from me. Look at me." Crüe slightly shook the Slayer and waited until he looked up, wiping his tears. The demon held the side of the man's face, "No one will take you. I promise on my life."

Something about the moment seemed so powerful, the Slayer nodded and gave the demon a quivering smile, "Thank you."

Sleep came to them fast, they were both dead tired and practically melted back down into the covers. Soon enough morning was glaring through the window, directly onto Crüe's face.

He hissed and rose up from the bed like a zombie. The smell of breakfast was wafting through the apartment and he stumbled towards the source, only half awake.

The Slayer was making some delicious waffles and some bacon too. A load of fresh laundry sat on the couch and Daisy was attempting to fold it. Her kids were squabbling and wrestling in the middle of the floor.

Crüe walked over and hugged the man from behind, making him jump for a moment before he turned around and smiled, "Hello!"

The demon grinned and reached around the Slayer, stealing a part of the waffle and popping it in his mouth. "Mhhmm, hello." He watched as the Slayer cooked, "I feel like I should be cooking, or doing something, you should rest."

"I'm fine, but you could help me make the potatoes." He pointed at a bunch of potatoes on the counter and Crüe began preparing them.

The rest of their day was blissful heaven. They went out on another walk and when they got back they discussed the finances.

That was painful and their sorting system had much to be desired, but it was semi-functional which was basically fully operational to the Slayer. The Slayer had already cashed his first check. He made almost two hundred and thirty dollars yesterday. He had only "worked" for four hours due to the severe lack of demons, but he was still quite proud of that achievement.

They set up a few banking accounts with the Slayers phone and they went out on the town and bought Crüe a phone as well. While the demon drank a beer and snuggled up next to him, playing a game called Plague Inc., the Slayer watched the news that was talking about him. Some were calling him a savior, others a false sacrosanct.

He brought up a beer bottle to his lips and drank it down, a grin on his face and Crüe by his side.