DoomPet

Chapter 102

Forging new armor was a lengthy process, luckily he still had his helmet thanks to Daisy because that was an absolute bitch to reforge. Though he disabled the cords that allowed him to quickly shed his armor. He wasn't making that mistake ever again.

He had done this so many times it had almost become second nature. His hands moved and poured and hammered the molten metal into what made him the Slayer. He was taking it in steps due to the severity of his burns. First, he would forge the metal which was the most strenuous task, but with Devo and Haine doing the heavy lifting he should be able to manage. Daisy finally got a break from being his little forge helper and instead went swimming with the little ones.

Then, he'd work on the fine details such as the many servos and circuit boards that kept his suit functioning, along with that he'd need new under armor. That was something that could be done sitting at the kitchen table, not like the initial process where he had to be in the roasting engine room of the ship, melting metal in a makeshift little forge that was powered by the heat.

The last steps were more cosmetic and rather fun like paint and some LEDS.

Devo and Haine were working hard in the forging room. They fed the fire with shovels full of coal, managed the airflow, and did all the other hot and painful shit. They tried to keep their eyes focused on the forge as they assumed the Slayer didn't want them to see how he reforged his mystical armor that could steal the very essence of hell.

He poured out some molten metal into a makeshift mold, crafted from memory, side stepping a glob that tried to land on his arm. After a bit of cooling, he took it and a hammer, pounding out the kinks and dents. Progress was fast, he had both gauntlets done, the breastplate done, and was working on hammering one of the boots. All he had left was another boot, all the upper limb armor, and his codpiece and the stuff for his abs.

He wasn't thinking about what he was doing too much, not paying attention to his motions because they were all so familiar. It was like breathing or a dance he had long since memorized. It gave him time to think back on his relationship with Crüe. Then his mind wandered to stuff that brought tears to his eyes. Vega leaving, Haru, Samuel... he vowed to hold his family that was still alive a little closer. He glanced up at Haine and Devo breaking his meditative state.

Devo was strong like Crüe and also bullheaded. He was managing just fine at the work he was given.

Haine was a bit scrawnier but he had been managing well. Now the Slayer watched as the demon struggled against the heat, each shovel of coal seemed to be wearing him down. He was young, but still he should be near his prime. He shouldn't have been struggling that much.

He poured his other boot into the mold then out of the corner of his eye he watched Haine sway and stumble. He dropped the molten metal just in time to dive across the forge room and catch Crüe's son before he crumbled to the floor. The next few minutes were chaos of him and Devo shutting down the forge, rushing Haine out into the hull, and dumping buckets of cold water onto the kid.

He was awake and a bit panicked. His eyes darted around but he'd let out a little cry of pain each time the Slayer touched his neck or head. The man's stomach did a queasy flip because he immediately knew what was wrong and all that was left was to test his theory. He reached out and touched the kid's horns, making him scream out in pain. He frantically shoved his phone into Devo's hand and watched as he called Crüe.

Crüe might as well have teleported down there he sprinted out of the meeting and dashed down halls before coming to a screeching halt in front of the kid. He scooped him up in his arms and began the panicked speed walk back to the apartment. "Slayer, I told you to rest today. Not to forge your fuckin armor!"