Not Your Everyday Cat [Eve]

@"Evelyn Pierce"

The black cat just growled a bit when the girl started to clean his face and fur, he shared some traits with the forms he used to take, and the usual hate of water when he was in his feline form wasn’t the exception. Most cats would claw at anyone that started to clean them or try to get away for obvious reasons, but he just stood still, allowing her to clean his onyx fur. He didn’t like being dirty after all, but when you’re a stray demon pet, showers are a bit hard to come by.

Mephis tilted his head a bit at the glimpse of the scars, which covered the beautiful body of the girl. He could only imagine how she managed to get so many in her short life. At least the sight of them was more than enough to keep his mind occupied and away from other kind of thoughts as the girl walked out from the shower, and consequently from feeling tempted to do anything to her.

He walked towards her when she whistled, he may not be a dog, but he knew how to pick up these signs. He curled up at her side, pressing as tightly against her as possible in what most people would consider a loving way, careful to not harm her with the sharp spikes of his collar. He only lifted his head against when the girl started to talk again. Well, wasn’t this amusing? She not only wanted this ‘Handler’ of hers to be eternally in hell, but she also was sure that she was going there with him, he could surely give her a hand with that.

Once again, the girl surprised him with her actions, leaving the window open for him to leave. Didn’t she just said that she would like the company? Plus, after the meal and the small bath that she gave him, he obviously supposed that she was going to keep him as her own. The more time he spent with her, the more complicated the puzzle became, and consequently he felt more interested to solve it.

He allowed her to stroke his fur for a while in silence, purring softly from time to time “You are quite an interesting young girl, you know?” His voice almost echoed across the walls of the girl’s bedroom, as deep and mysterious as always, but now also soft as silk. His eyes locked themselves on hers, wanting to see her reaction. Would she still want him around, or she would just kick him out after finding out that he wasn’t a common cat? By previous experiences he was betting on the last option, but he had learned that with this girl, things could be a bit different.

@"Evelyn Pierce"

Mephis allowed Evelyn to press him against her, barely reacting at all, even after he knew that the sharp spikes of his collar digging on her thanks to the smell of blood. He raised his eyes to look at her, waiting for her to calm down.

He wasn’t exactly expecting to startle her, but at least the reaction wasn’t that surprising. He could understand why anyone would be startled if they heard a black cat speak…even if you’re in a place where something like that would be considered pretty normal if compared to a lot of other creatures.

He lowered his ears and closed his eyes as Evelyn ruffled his fur, he wasn’t a fan of the friendly action, but at least she wasn’t kicking him out “Sorry for the startle. It’s just that you act so differently from most creatures, starting with the fact that you didn’t kicked me off your way and fed me” He closed his eyes, purring loudly.

He even started to rub himself against her, careful to not cause her any further injuries with his collar. He wasn’t used to be treated like this by anyone that didn’t had a contract with him, even if they only treated him like that to stay on his good side so he would obey their commands and make favors for them.

@"Evelyn Pierce"

Mephis allowed the unusual girl to keep petting him, even answering with purrs. He really didn’t mind the unevenness on her chest, it wasn’t as uncomfortable as other places where he has been forced to be at all. He still wondered why her chest was in that unnatural condition, answer that came to him even before he had the chance to ask.

“You really had been going through a lot in a really short amount of time, right?” He could relate to her to some point. Yeah, he obviously hadn’t been mistreated like her on the past, but even he knew that for his previous owners he was only something they owned, call it a weapon, a servant, a slave, anything between those lines. He was created to live that life, so he had grown and adapted to feel comfortable with that, but he couldn’t help but hate the feeling of being just used from time to time.

He shook those thoughts off his head, he couldn’t feel any kind of positive feelings towards mortal beings, even small ones. Doing so would put in danger his whole soul gatherer job and his reputation as a demon pet…and if things took a turn for the worst he would anger his king and that would definitely mean a destiny worse than death for him.

He still was considering to make a contract with him, but he really wouldn’t want to change her behavior by doing so before solving the puzzle that she was giving to him. Living for so long could make things a bit too boring and if anything managed to catch his interest at all he wasn’t willing to just let them go so easily “You are quite an impressive girl. Going through all that and still holding any kind of kindness on your heart, that’s indeed an extremely rare occurrence”.

@"Evelyn Pierce"

His ears immediately went flat against his head when he heard the girl’s words. The idea of nobody being owned was a hard hit on him, mostly because that was his only purpose in life, being owned and gathering the soul of his owner. If he shouldn’t be owned, then he wouldn’t have a way to collect souls out of killing, and that would make him enter in competition with reaper demons, a competition that he knew he would easily lose, consequently losing his only purpose on life.

Yeah, he was still listening, gathering information about the girl, but at the same time he couldn’t help but wonder what would be of him if he was never owned again. Would his king allow him to keep living at all? Would he get a new purpose? Or would he turn into the closest thing to a lost soul that a demon could become, forever wandering around Earth without a purpose at all?

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the tear on his nose and head. Was this girl really crying? He allowed her to grab him and hug him like if he was plushie, not really caring how hard she was pressing him against her chest…until he smelt the characteristic smell of blood once more, guessing that she just managed to pierce her skin with his collar’s spikes once more.

He wasn’t sure of what to do, he rarely had seen mortals crying, and he had to admit it, most times their cries were caused by him. Consequently he had no idea of what to do, should he just let her cry or try to comfort her? Ugh, mortal affairs like this one could be a bit too complicated even for him. He raised his head, purring softly in a comforting tone, not much to actually be able to fully comfort her, but also not too little to let her know that he was still there, giving her some kind of support.

When she finally allowed him down he shook his fur a bit instinctively in an attempt to get rid of the wet feeling “It’s ok, sometimes your kind needs to cry” He was trying to sound wiser that he really was towards the subject, demons couldn’t allow themselves to be outsmarted, and showing ignorance towards anything would be giving an advantage for free to any mortal.

@"Evelyn Pierce"

Mephis followed her silently as she walked towards the weight room, tilting his head a bit as he looked at her punishing herself for crying. He really couldn’t tell what kind of stuff the people that destroyed her life had forced into her mind for making her think that expressing her feelings like that would be worth of a punishment.

Sooner than later he noticed the girl’s true intentions, which caused him to face-palm before pulling his hand downwards. Only a couple of minutes ago she was telling him about her crushed ribs and now she was quickly pushing her body towards its limits only to go over them and end up harming herself.

“Satan, give me patience” He growled to himself, a bit too low for her to hear before walking towards her. He knew perfectly how serious an injure like the one that she could cause to herself was, and not doing anything could mean the death of his current interest subject.

When he was near enough he allowed himself to half-transform into his human form, so he looked like a taller than average man with claws, cat ears and tail, fangs, whiskers and short black fur, too human-like to be considered a werecat, but close enough, his demonic green eyes still being the same as always.

He grabbed the weight’s bar with both hands, pulling and forcing it back to its place. Luckily for him he was stronger than he looked like thanks to his demonic origins, and taking in consideration his athletic build that could be something fairly surprising.

He glared at her a bit, keeping a really firm hold of the bar just in case she decided to try and keep trying to hurt herself “You really need to stop doing this unless you have a really serious death wish, you know that?”.