DoomPet

Chapter 94

Bell walked around in a circle, looking at all the scared demons that were now solely relying on her to guide them. "Everyone, tell the demons to stay hidden or teleport back to a safe location, and Haine, start putting on that green armor."

The demon did as he was told, he removed his pearly white armor and replaced it with a dark silvery green, just like his father. He coated his golden horns in a dark powder, put in red contacts, and glanced over at Devo. "It looks good, or convincing at least?"

"You look just like him, kid." Devo nodded and faced the screens, terrified of what would happen in the coming minutes. "I have the supplies. We are all ready to go."

They continued on their painfully boring trek. Crüe was poking the Slayer's lower back as they walked side by side. It was a fantastic way to be needy and annoying without attracting the attention of the cameras and sensors mounted on the man's head. The Slayer was returning the favor by every step or so, bumping his hips into the demon's thigh.

Crüe poked the back of his neck and he side kicked him in the hip like a horse. The demon stumbled into a huge crate, the lid shooting off.

The Slayer went over to check on him, laughing his ass off, but his eyes caught on what was inside the crate.

On one side there was scuba gear and on the other there was a hell knight hunkered down, glaring up at them.

The Slayer peered down inside, "What are you doing here?"

"It's not being aggressive, Slayer it's scared." Crüe cast a glance at the Slayer.

"Well that unfortunate! Now time for killing." Daisy hauled herself up onto the side of the crate and loaded her gun.

The Slayer was conflicted, but first and foremost, "We'll probably need that gear." As he reached in the crate it bared his fangs and snarled at them.

Daisy shot it like it was a particularly annoying raccoon at the bottom of a trash can. The creature slumped over, blood dripping on some of the scuba gear.

There was an odd silence as they each picked up their respective tank and mask and attached it to their backs. Daisy caught on fast, but Crüe was having some difficulty. "Here," the Slayer stretched out his inviting arms, "I got you."

With a few clips and a bit of redneck engineering, he connected the tank to the demon's back, looping the mask over his shoulder and placing it on his face. "We'll have to go underwater to dove down that far. As soon as you hit the water, put the respirator in your mouth and just take a deep breath."

Crüe closed his eyes, feeling the respirator and the accompanying mask be held on his face by the Slayer. He took a deep breath of the air. It was nice, and it didn't smell like the burning charred mess around them. "You've scuba dived before?"

"I technically took a class once before." The Slayer patted him on his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

Crüe's eyes popped open wide, "That 'technically' is carrying more weight than I would like it too."

"It was during my college years. It was a fun elective. I would have gotten a B+ if the class wasn't canceled and I'm very proud of that." He put his hands on his hips and posed as if he expected a grand ovation.

"Wait, I'm not even diving with an A+ scuba diver?" He groaned and mockingly teased the Slayer.

Daisy had been self sufficient in getting her gear on and she poked her head up, "Will the water be dangerous?" She asked, also looping her mask and respirator over her shoulder. The tanks of oxygen were firmly secured on her back.