DoomPet

Chapter 62

The Slayer was wearing dark tinted goggles, as he used metal tongs to pull a bucket of molten steel alloy out of the furnace.

Crüe watched from a distance, leaning on a shovel, jammed into a pile of coal. "Need more fuel?" He hollered.

The man shook his head, he didn't need any quite yet, and flexed his muscles pulling the white hot metal onto a table he began pouring it into the dyes he had laid out. The process was slow and tedious, not to mention hot. Damn near lava was flowing all around him making the room's temperature skyrocket, yet he had to wear a thick leather apron to protect himself from the sparks and splashes as he poured into the dyes.

Yet surprisingly, it was going fast. Daisy was disassembling his guns and placing the parts in a wooden box filled with sand. The cavity they left would be filled with molten metal, effectively copying and pasting the guns part by part.

"More fuel!" The Slayer turned back to the furnace and retrieved another bucket of molten metal, expertly maneuvering it with his tongs.

Crüe grabbed the shovel and opened a door on the side of the furnace. Flames leapt out, guzzling down the extra oxygen. The demon began shoveling coal into the fire, feeling as though he was fueling the fires and brimstone of hell.

It took them nearly eight hours of constant work to get the parts made. Not to mention a decent amount of time in a machine shop forging the parts that were too delicate for this procedure. They let them cool in water and came back an hour later to assemble the guns. It was sort of fun, like building a killer Lego set. The only thing he couldn't reforge was his super shotgun. It didn't come apart and he figured Daisy was too small to use it. After all, the first time she tried using it she almost got gobbled up by a cacodemon.

"How come you're so good at this?" He snapped the scope onto the heavy cannon and looked down the sights.

"I have to reforge my weapons often, or find new ones. They break all the time and I lose them often." The Slayer looked up at him, "Would you want me to make you new weapons before I reassemble my guns?"

Crüe shook his head, "My axe is my buddy! Besides, Haru would get too jealous."

The Slayer laughed as he finished up Daisy's own combat shotgun. "I wish he could be out more, I'd like to bond with him."

He was touched and gentle butted up against the Slayer's side, his heart thoroughly warmed, "Really? Awww I'll tell him you said that."

Daisy spoke up, "Mhhmm doggie is friendly, I like dog."

Suddenly they were startled out of their work by Crüe's phone buzzing, alerting him of a random notification for a mobile game. It vibrated off the table and right into the bucket of water they used to cool metal down in.

He shrieked, "FUCK!" I'm an instant he was down on the floor, fishing it out of the bucket. "It's wet, can we fix it?" They finished up the guns and took them back to the apartment along with the demon's phone, putting it in rice. Crüe sat on the couch and sadly stared at the baggie of rice, "Will it be ok?"

"Rice will give phone hugs and make it better." Daisy rested her head on his shoulder, comforting him.

The Slayer nodded, walked over to the makeshift armory they had in a corner, and grabbed the demon's axe, "Haru!"

The wolf bared his teeth and appeared in an orange mist, ready to kill whatever stood in his way. Then he looked around and happily waddled over to Crüe, hopping up on the couch to sit beside him. "Thanks Doomguy. I missed you little man. How have you been?"

He pawed at the demon, and looked up at him with big eyes. Begging, he whined, upset.

"Oh no, are you hungry?" His face immediately fell, "I'm sorry Haru. I know it's tough being out of hell where blood is scarce. I promise I'll get you more, enough to gorge yourself so you'll be able to be around more."