Lucy and the Definitive... Cat?

The Life of Mard Geer

After the unwelcomed visit (in his mind) of Mr. Kitty, Mard was sitting comfortably at the small oak kitchen table with a plate of finely chopped up eggs and bacon before him. He was also given a small saucer with coffee. Lucy had rationalized that since he wasn't truly a cat, something he could have told her, that letting him eat with her was not a big deal.

Least if anything this was making Mard's time here a little easier and the bacon was a treat. He was lapping at his coffee as he noticed she hadn't eaten a bite. She sat with her head propped up on her hand as she used the plain silver fork to push her eggs around the simple white plate. The little things he noticed, such as the fact he suspected that she was poor but somehow she smiled. This intrigued him, as much as her slight frown perplexed him.

Did she not understand that she was now the caretaker of The Definitive Demon? That she was guarding the King of the Underworld. How could she not be ecstatic to be in his presence, as small and feline as it was. He took another small bite of eggs as his tail hung off the table and contently swayed back and forth.

Mard finished his saucer of coffee when she sighed and dropped her fork. He perked up and walked across the small table to sit beside her. She didn't acknowledge him, and he lightly touched her arm with his paw, she looked at him with a small frown on her face. Where did the smiling Celestial Mage disappear to?

He wanted answers and kept tapping his paw on her bare arm, she eventually let out a sigh, "Mardy, I think I liked it better when I thought you were just a cat. It's just strange to think of you as some kind of demon that my friends don't like."

Mard tilted his head and gave her a slow blink, he was completely confused by her. You fought so hard for me, human, why give up now? He tried to ask, forgetting that all he could speak was cat.

She patted his head, "I'm confused too," she nibbled her bottom lip, "look some of my dearest friends were once bad guys and I don't think you've ever done anything to hurt people here. So maybe I'm just being silly. Galuna Island had demons they were nice, maybe you're just misunderstood."

Mard snorted, amazed that he could manage that without sneezing. I am anything but nice and if you only knew the things I was planning to do. Simple human, trying to rationalize good in a being built for evil.

"Ah, you are evil," she whispered, and he nodded. Lucy looked away for a moment and then her coffee colored eyes met his before she pet him again. "Guess I'll have to change that."

Impossible, Mard thought as his tail thumped behind him at a slow pace while she was scratching under his chin. He was feeling an urge to roll over to his side and see if she would scratch his belly. This was so strange to him, if he was in his proper form, he wouldn't want to be played with like this.

Then again, she was magnificent to look at and her hands were soft, so maybe he'd let her touch him anywhere. Mard Geer could picture himself lying on his bed as she straddled his hips and massaged his back. How wonderful that would be a decent back massage after a day in The Playground, his torture room. Of course, she would be scantily clad for this, which did not seem to be a problem, judging by her nightwear of little blue camisole and shorts. He started purring as his eyes closed and he enjoyed his little mental fantasy along with her fingers running through his fur.

In his mind he could picture his bedroom in Castle Tartaros, the large immaculate room done in dark woods and rich jewel tone fabrics. He would be in the middle of the massive canopy bed on top of burgundy spiderling silk sheets, the posts graced with rose vines curled around them. Lucy would be on using a light rose oil as her hands massaged his lower back, those thin fingers kneading away the stress and tension of the day.