Lucy and the Definitive... Cat?

House Call

Mard kept watching Belial as she made herself comfortable on the purple couch. The demonic Prince laid her lab coat over the arm and nestled into the corner; her red eyes focused on him.

"Oh alright, I will drop the compulsion spell," she said with a bit of mirth.

Mard gave her a small nod as his tail rattled behind his small frame sitting on the coffee table. Despite the fact he was powerless, he could still bite her if the demoness decided anything else absurd. He knew as a different demon type Belial had to be invited in somewhere, though it didn't mean the invite had to be made in good faith. He was much more curious about how she had gotten here so fast. Unless Mr. Kitty was efficient for once.

Lucy came back into the room holding on to a serving tray with her white and blue tea set. Her coffee colored eyes looked a bit glassy, but he could tell the effects of Belial's magic were lessening on her mind. If she was surprised by the fact they were in her living room, she didn't say anything. Instead Mard noticed the sharp intake of breath as she looked at the demon on her couch.

"Six sugars please," Belial said as Lucy poured her a cup of black tea.

"Sweet tooth?" Lucy asked, adding in the required amount.

"A little, my brothers enjoy teasing me for it."

"You have eight brothers?" Lucy asked as she fixed her own cup and sat in the reading chair. Mard kept his perch on the table, not missing the fact that Lucy did not seem happy with his choice of places to sit.

"More like one hundred, but only eight of them were named as Prince. My sires are quite prolific in their reproduction," she replied before she sipped her tea.

"I'm amazed you came here so fast," Lucy added and Mard nodded in agreement.

"It is not often that the Leader of the Zodiacs would brave the flames of Hell for a chat. You see we live at the opposite end of the spectrum and it is quite unfriendly for a Celestial," Belial replied before setting down her tea cup by his furry paws. She reached out to touch his head and Mard gave her a low growl, which earned him nothing more than a chuckle.

"Mard, come here," Lucy said as she set her own cup down and patted her bare thigh. Mard took the invitation and moved into Lucy's lap, which was much more enjoyable than the coffee table.

"I have so many questions about Merlin's curse but that is later. We have a larger problem at hand and if left untouched could destroy the entire human race."

"Living Corpse?"

Belial played with the ends of her black hair, "Corpsotirits, is the official name. The legends of ravenous mindless ghouls or zombies are because of that disease. I was under the impression that Mard had eradicated it from The Underworld."

"Oh, he can't use his telepathy in the cat form, let me get some ink and paper and Mard can write what he needs to say." Lucy picked him up and gently put him on the floor before she moved to get the required items.

"Not necessary," Belial said as her eyes began to glow, and she danced her fingers in the air. Mard didn't recognize this dialect of Infernai but judging by the sound it was the version that only high born of Hell understood.

His body began to hurt as it grew and stretched, and he pawed at the floor before letting out a long and distressed sound. This was different than any other time he had transformed, he could feel the curse battle against the Prince's magic. There was no mercy sparred to his nerve endings as everything hurt in spades he hadn't imagined. He would have preferred to go through the Demonic testing again than this, least those needles didn't rip through his entire body.