DoomPet

Chapter 91

They slept the remainder of the day, the interview had been more taxing than fighting a horde of a thousand demons. The next morning the dreaded constant shuffling of meetings began once more. This time the Slayer couldn't escape. He had to at least sit in and listen as tomorrow was the big day. He sat listening to the monotonous drone of the meetings, only occasionally paying attention when it was something involving demons. A majority of the time he was fiddling with his pen, scraping his nail over the textured parts of it.

One thing weighed on his mind as his thoughts wandered. Right after this meeting he should be heading back to the apartment to visit Crue, but instead, he was crawling down into the belly of the ship to use their forge. He was hell bent on at least making the wedding rings before they left for their first mission. His mind swam with ideas of what he should make. He had a fairly good idea of what the general dimensions should be, last night he measured the demon's ring finger while he slept. He just couldn't decide on a style. He wasn't skilled enough to do something elaborate, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to make just a plain golden band. Also it wasn't like he had a spare diamond laying around.

As soon as the meeting was over he was up and out, rushing down to the furnace. He held a tiny chunk of golden alloy between his fingers. He had found it years ago in hell, wedged in a rock. He put it in his tool belt and forgot about it until now. The forging process was painfully boring, and he restarted several times due to all manner of mishaps and mistakes. Eventually he was left with two plain golden rings that looked dazzlingly perfect. He could roll them around in his hand and see the reflection of his face in their gleaming surface.

Now that he was holding the two rings in his hands, his frantic mania of wanting to get married stilled for a moment. He felt like he could actually think. Crüe had agreed to getting married or at least getting proposed to after this mission. He knew in his heart that he wanted to marry the demon, and besides they basically acted like a married couple already. The only thing that would change was them being able to call each other "husband" and that was such a tiny minute change. Yet the Slayer was still a bit worried if he would be a good husband, after all he had been a rather shitty boyfriend recently. Despite them smoothing over their big fight about coming out as a couple, he still couldn't get the visions of Crüe's pained face and how hurt he had been out of his mind.

He tucked the rings away, back into his tool belt and picked up his phone, heading back up to civilization. He was honestly quite happy with himself until he saw a dozen missed phone calls from Samuel, Crüe, Elena, and some random corporate number. He called Crüe back and rushed upstairs, "What's happening?"

The demon answered with panic and a bit of annoyance in his voice, "Head up to the main deck. It's an emergency meeting. The Atlantica facility just tripled in demonic activity." He glanced up at the holographic map that was laid out above the commander station. Huge red splotches of demons were flooding in from every direction, bulking up the red spots that had been there for weeks. "I've been here answering questions for you. Where the fuck did you go?"

He elected to ignore that question, "I'm almost there. How bad is it."

The map suddenly flickered and went dark. It quickly came back online and every red splotch was gone, wiped clean. Crüe leaned the phone into his chest, "What just happened, are they gone?"

The supervisor, a bald ARC employee wearing the standard tight fitting, hideous uniform, spoke up. "They just took out all of the sensors." He turned around and tapped on a console, showing a security camera video of a huge mancubus reaching up and smashing his fits into the ceiling then the video cut as the camera was destroyed as well. "What the hell?"

Samuel tapped his fingers against a console, "They knew we were coming, we aren't exactly trying to be stealthy. Why armor up now and not earlier when they first knew we were on our way?"