DoomPet

Chapter 70

Crüe's eyes slowly creaked open. He was sitting upright against the wall of a cave. He couldn't see an entrance, but he could see quite a few candles and torches around him.

His head was bandaged and his neck ached with sharp pains any time he tried to move. He noticed his hands were bandaged too, but they didn't hurt that much. Well, his left one did, but it always hurt after he shattered it by punching that sentinel demon in the elevator.

Holy shit, he looked around, fighting against the pain. It was the old infirmary this was when he first woke up as a marauder. He let out a low cry. He didn't want to have to relive the pain of his transformation in a dream, not again. "Please, I'm already a marauder. I can't go back." Nothing happened and he muttered to himself, cursing his mind.

A prowler walked past and looked over. Upon realizing he was awake the demon lit up a cigarette and leaned down, placing it in Crüe's mouth before leaving and disappearing into the darkness.

He took a deep, shaky breath, inhaling the odd smelling smoke. It didn't matter what it smelled like, he could feel the nicotine seep into his body and calm his panicked nerves.

Why was he dreaming about this? Every few years this same dream came back to haunt him. It wasn't even that interesting. He smokes the cigarette down and spits it out all while sitting in his new body, watching candles flicker around him.

Nothing spooky happens, no life changing lesson is learned...

He just sits in the dark alone.

Maybe it's a representation of how alone he is now that changed himself. He's too far gone to be a sentinel, but is he far enough to become a demon? No one is like him and no one will ever be like him.

He closed his eyes and leaned back, his fresh horns clacking against the wall and sending vibrations down that hurt the sensitive flesh in his skull.

Closing his eyes seemed to help a great deal. The pain in his head and neck subsided. He could feel the cigarette shrink, the embers flaring into a mini firework of shimmering colors when he breathed.

He felt the ash fall down, but instead of landing somewhere on his lap, it landed on his lower lip. As his eyes snapped open, he realized he was laying down which immediately made him nauseous as he sat up, trying to figure out where he was.

"Jeez, don't jump up like the house is on fire." A lanky looking cursed prowler that was laying next to him reached over and pulled him back down onto a cushy bed.

"Marauder, remember you have three more demons you have to get through today." A Imp tapping a pen against a clipboard scolded him. "Do you need more aphrodisiacs?"

He felt sick and couldn't shake the nausea. Now he was back in that fucking "program." What was happening?

"Marauder? Can You please hurry up?"

He looked to see they were gone; he was now in his old apartment in Immora. He was looking in the mirror of his dresser, the room shifting around him like sand.

His hands moved on their own and he watched as he took a paper out of a drawer and folded it up, slipping it into a secret compartment on his half-breastplate.

He drank a bottle of something and felt his mind slowly unweave. He kept drinking until he felt his limbs get heavy and all memory of the note faded away. With his last bit of effort he stumbled into bed, drunker than he had ever been before.

A few more jumbled bits of dreams haunted him and he couldn't sort through them by the time they were gone. The last dream to stick was him eating honey with his siblings. They were using stirrers and spoons to ladle it out of the container, but Crüe was just eating it with his bare hands. It was all over his face and hands.

He woke up.

"Crüe, what are you doing?!" The Slayer was grabbing his hands and he was trying to pull away.

He was covered in honey, even his chest and legs were sticky. He had been sitting at the kitchen table eating it right out of the squeeze container, getting it everywhere. His mind just froze, confused at what was happening. "Is this a dream?"

"No!" The Slayer escorted him into the bathroom and led him into the shower, helping him to get undressed and wash himself up. When they were done, he sat him down on the bed naked, gave him a glass of water, and went to clean up the kitchen.

When the man came back in, Crüe had calmed down enough to think and talk. "What time is it?"

"Like 2 AM. Were you sleeping while walking?" The Slayer moved being the demon and began rubbing his back, hoping to relax him a bit.

"It was another one of those memory dream things..." he trailed off, not even sure what to say. He felt like crying but managed to work through telling the man about what had happened. "Why do they keep happening?"

"I'm sorry," the Slayer's face fell from rage to sympathy. He just leaned in and hugged him tight. "Here lay down."

Crüe did so and the Slayer laid beside him, with his head propped up on his hand. He rubbed the demon's chest and belly, trailing his fingers down his arms and legs then back up again.

"I love you."

"I love you too and it's gonna all be ok, Crüe. I'm here for you."

That made the demon feel a lot better and he drifted off to sleep.