Lucy and the Definitive... Cat?

Battle for Earth Land

"Rosebud!" Mard screamed as his mate crumpled over, almost into her own sick. He caught her and cradled her shaking form to his chest as he ran over to where Belial was.

"Lay her down," the demoness said as her eyes began to glow, and small sparks of her demonic power danced along her pale fingertips.

Mard laid Rosebud into the soft grass, little white and blue flowers grazing along her skin. Her face was frozen in a moment of pain, brows tight together and upper lip slightly lifted. He took her hand and tried to give the Prince some space to do her examination. His heart pounded in his chest and the roar of his own blood thundered in his ears. His whole world started spinning out of control as he swallowed and fought against the tears building at the corners of his eyes.

"When did she last eat?" Belial asked.

"A-about an hour ago," Mard said, barely getting the words out.

Belial sat upon her heels and gently pressed her hand over Rosebud's damp forehead. She let out a breath as his precious mate's features softened and her body relaxed. Rosebud looked asleep and Mard kissed her hand as he glanced up at a relieved Prince.

"Well, if the cultists have eaten, they are going to have a nasty stomach ache. It is a side effect we did not know about. Otherwise, your little angel is just fine."

He shot her a hard look, "how could you have not known? You did live tests."

Belial snorted as she took off her glasses and cleaned them, "on not enough people and we did not consider something like their feeding time. We were mostly trying to figure out if they would live, as per your orders, not if they would be uncomfortable." Her voice was deep and dark accented in her own tiredness.

He knew she was right; their testing pool had been small and time frame even smaller. Though for all that is unholy did Rosebud have to be the one person to fall ill to an unfortunate side effect.

"She will be alright then?" he asked, still holding Rosebud's hand and placing small kisses to her knuckles.

"Her vitals are good, and the injection does not seem to be causing other organ or system difficulties. I figure she will wake up in about an hour, give or take. Though she will most likely be nauseous for a while, ginger ale can help with some of that."

"We have to handle the cultists and," he looked up at the sky and saw the barest shadow of the moon start to infringe on the bright sun, "now."

"Hey boss," Silver said and Mard looked over at all his demons standing around. They had various degrees of concern etched into their faces as they looked down at the scene. The fleeting thoughts he captured, were not worry for him but for her and he considered that a small victory in her ability to win people over.

"I cannot leave her," he said and then looked down into her sleeping face. Mard knew she'd kill him or deny him sex for a week, if this mission failed. Yet, she would also likely to be upset if she woke up, feeling unwell and he was not beside her. Mard was in a conundrum, his duty to protect his future Queen's people or his duty to his mate.

Silver knelt, careful to not touch the Prince who was adjusting her glasses and pursing her lips. The undead human took Rosebud's hand in his own and smiled. "Look, I don't know her that well but here's what I think."

Mard arched a brow and Silver simply continued, "she'll forgive you for not being here when she wakes but she sure as Hell," he grinned at Belial, "pun not intended. Will not forgive you if we fail. We need you on this one boss and besides," he looked back over his shoulder and shrugged, "you're the fastest and most powerful of us. We can get this done in half the time with twice the success with you out there."