DoomPet

Chapter 65 (TW: NSFW)

Crüe was right, he could handle the heat, but as the thermostat slowly crept upwards with the unpowered AC helpless to fend off the heatwave, he started to sweat. He first noticed it on his back and neck, but now his whole body was trying to keep him cool.

The Slayer had set up a little battery powered box fan and pointed it towards them, along with fanning himself with a newspaper as he read something on his phone. "How long has it been?"

"Like an hour." Crüe laid his head on the man and peeked at his phone, mooching off the cool wind created by the newspaper, "What are you reading about?"

"The lava." He skimmed a few articles about it, his worried eyes glancing over the stupid filler and ads.

He glanced at the articles and wrapped an arm around the man, leaning his hot body on him, "Slayer don't worry about all that. Primeval lava is perfectly safe!"

He grumbled and set his phone down, "Humans do stupid things Crüe. They can take something perfectly safe and make it a goddamn disaster." He rubbed his head, the heat radiating off Crüe felt like it was melting his bones and when he pulled his hand away it was covered in sweat.

"Don't have such little faith in them. The lava can't be used in weapons, trust me hell has tried. It's used for heating rooms. I mean honestly how could you even make electricity from that?" He didn't take the hint the Slayer was about to combust into flames and leaned on him more.

The Slayer paused and looked at him, "Wait, ooh," Shaking his head he actually laughed, "I forgot about that Hell Essence. No, we use heat to warm water that makes steam to turn big turbines. A lot less dead bodies involved."

Crüe tilted his head now quite intrigued, "That's so odd. Steam? How does steam turn something?"

"How is steam weirder than pulling literal souls out of corpses?!" He tapped the demon's nose, scolding him.

They bickered over steam and corpses for a while while Daisy lounged in the sun, enjoying herself with her squabs right by her side. They were getting big. She was having to feed them more and more every day, but today she wouldn't worry about that. She was simply napping in the nice warm sun. It reminded her of hell.

Once Crüe finally conceded after the Slayer showed him a video of how humans make power, he stood up and grabbed a glass pressing it against the ice dispenser on the fridge's door and nothing happened, "What's wrong with it!"

"No power." The Slayer was sneakily reading more articles now that Crüe had left him alone for a second. He knew that the lava was probably fine, but he was just on edge, like he always was. He had seen so much terror and horror caused by mankind, but this time it was different because he had something to lose. He glanced at Daisy and Crüe.

"What would someone make something as frivolous as this if it uses power!" He reached in the fridge and grabbed a few ice cubes out of the box like thing in the top of the freezer. He dropped them into his glass and let them rattle around. He then pressed his glass up against the water dispenser and nothing happened.

The Slayer poked his head back over the couch cushions and laughed, "No power!"

"Then how do I get water?!" He looked around angrily as if he expected it to rain down from the sky.

"The sink still works."

"Well how does that make any fucking sense!" He threw his hands up and turned the sink on, filling up his water glass and drinking it angrily. He sat back down on the couch and leaned against the Slayer.

As the hours crept by with Crüe getting angry at every piece of technology that didn't work, the temperature slowly rose. It was only 87 degrees, but the humidity made it feel like the surface of the sun.