DoomPet

Chapter 89

The Slayer was up early and stood out in their shitty, tiny kitchen brewing coffee. Haru was beside him on the counter, meowing about getting breakfast. He checked his email earlier and found there were a dozen people asking him questions about a meeting and CCing him onto every little demon related issue. Someone killed an Imp last night outside the walls of the city and they wanted the Slayer to look over the autopsy report of the Imp and check for "unusual signs of aggression." Why would you even autopsy a random Imp? Of course it's aggressive, it's an IMP!

Haru was trying to push all the coffee cups and dishes off the counter to get the Slayer's attention.

The man very much gave him attention and raised his voice a bit, stopping the mugs from falling, "Keep that up and I'll starve you till your skin and bones!"

He just pouted at the Slayer's cruelty and cried out for Crüe.

The demon was stepping through the doorway and embraced the Slayer from behind, "Feed the poor creature, please." He was interrupted by a meow and let out a little fake gasp, "He's starting to complain about my taste in men. You better hurry before he eats your face." He planted a kiss on the side of the Slayer's face and poured them both a cup of coffee.

He got out a bag of cat food and filled Haru's bowl, as well as refreshing his water, "Look you little bastard I'm being a good pet owner." He motioned to the food bowl and Haru rushed over and started eating. "Good kitty." He went to pat the cats back and Haru twisted around and hissed at him. "Fuck you."

Crüe rolled his eyes, and looked down at the man's phone open to his email. "Ooh they can't get the teleporter on the main deck to work?"

"It can work but we have to get way closer to the target than expected. That's an old email they keep resending." He drank his coffee and stood beside Crüe, looking down at his phone. "Basically to get back to Urdak and fight off the demons taking over there we need some 'seraphim technology' that Samuel keeps rambling on about." He stretched out his back and yawned, "That Atlantica facility is so infested with hell energy that it has its own weather system. Which is fucking with the teleporter." He pointed at the email.

"Is that the summary of all those meetings you've been going to? The TLDR?" Crüe gently hit him with the side of his hip, smiling at him.

He sighed, "That's it. Literally eons of meetings and emails, which all of this could have been an email by the way, and there's nothing to show for it besides some fun facts." His eyes glanced over to the little pantry by the bathroom where they were storing their suits and armor. "As long as I get on that facility, even if they have to drop me in and we nix the teleporting idea, I'll take care of anything that gets thrown my way."

His phone dinged and Crüe looked down, "Samuel just texted. He said he's coming over." A few seconds later his own phone got the same message.

The Slayer rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Shall we barricade the door?" A knock interrupted his complaining. "Fuck, Samuel, what is it?" He yelled towards the door.

"You're really not letting me in?! I texted ahead of time!" Samuel stood outside the door, a Manila folder in hand. He opened the folder up and leaned down.

Crüe started walking towards the door, getting ready to open it when Samuel slipped a photo under the door. After taking a whole of three seconds to process it, he quickly opened the door and let Samuel in. "SHIT!"

The Slayer ran over practically tripping on the couch to see what was happening. His eyes snapped to the photo. It was of him and Crüe naked, just barely censored, in the pool from yesterday. It was a screenshot of some online article with text describing their relationship. "Samuel where the fuck did you get these?"