I escaped as a cat and lived near the dump truck waiting for someone to come help me and the fat dog, my first friend. It was too late. That time I had given up. It was too late for him but I couldn't just admit it.
But a punk with black hair and cherry eyes picked me u and provided me with comfort in his shelter.
The boy with the black hair and red cherry eyes was on proper commoner clothes but he seemed malnourished and weak. His eyes said that although weak, he had many dreams to achieve. As a great demon, I thought that those were useless.
As the days went on, I saw the life cycle of the boy, he worked hard even with his weak body like that, and his mother and father were out for the weekly market. so, the boy and I were the only ones in the house.
He was honest and true unlike me, he was cheerful and even relieved my wrath even when I scratched him. I saw him getting bullied in the alleyway. The first thing I did there was rush over there and hissed. The bullies ran away.
"Run! The loser's cat most probably has rabies!" The boys ran away and I could only chase them for a bit. I came back to look at him if he was okay.
The boy looked at me.
"So, you're my hero this time, huh?"
He wrapped me in his arms and was almost on the verge of crying but he held it together.
I am still wrapped up in his arms.
He shared his food rations with a cat whom he found on the street. what is this human?
Is this what humans call "affection"? Is this necessary? what can these beings controlled by their desires do?
"Well, What could I do?" I was the weakest version of myself.
I can't even consider a well-being for him, huh?
"Is a great demon like myself considering a lower life right now?" I smirked.
That took a lot of energy huh? I should sleep a bit in his arms for now. There is nothing I can accomplish now.
As I closed my eyes, after I ran from the war, I felt a swift touch on my cat form's belly. It was silent.
It was utterly silence.
No. nothing.
But something rushed from my stomach, it was burning, and it got hotter by minutes and minutes. It felt like hell, is this what god prepared for me for what I have done?
Have I died doing nothing, can't I have revenge upon those demons?
I couldn't even get a human body.
But Something of consciousness sipped inside me, and I could see a familiar ceiling. "what?" and suddenly the hotness grew, and I threw up.
It was a mess of black oozing mana. I was out of breath and what was I "feeling"?
It was bubbly and overwhelming, I felt like I would burst! what am I?
I hurriedly ran outside to look at my face, and as I saw the reflection, I was still the same cat and alive. It has been days since I've been adopted into this house.
It is harder to forget that dog but I've grown.
It had been so long, since my heart had shaken, from that day, I thought I would be stronger but a dog like him, Tch.
"It hurts right on my meow meow." As Bel puts his paws where his heart is supposed to be.
Bel, the cat now, clenches his paws.
Just you wait, demons and humans.
After I find a healthy body, I will make you all perish with my hands.
Bel flinches his whiskers and stretches,
"For now, Let's extract my plan for it."
A weak shriveled boy, with black hair and red almost cherry-like colored eyes walks in front of the bel, as he lays his fat orange paws on the floor.
"What's up, Ellie?"
This brat adopted me after the incident and even gave me a girly name.
Bel looks down, at his crotch signaling to the boy to look at him too. The boy seems somewhat amused but it's okay for him to be.
"Aww, Ellie, what are you doing?" The boy pats Bel's exposed belly right below the jewels that Bel is showcasing to the boy to look at!
Merooww!
Meow! Meow!
Which roughly translates to;
"Little brat, don't you see my jewels?
Stop calling me Ellie!
I am the great Belphégor--"
"oh? little Ellie, what are you saying?" As the boy pinches softly the fat belly of the orange cat.
The shriveled boy smiles more and pets him more.
But instead of rebelling more, Bel seems to be enjoying it.
...
Bel seems to tend to the person and seems appealing to the boy. Bel rolls around the boy's legs, leaving furs behind.
...
....
Bel seems to be enjoying his time. Is there no pride as a high-class demon--
...
Now, the time has come.
It's coming, I can feel it very much in my core stomach.
Bel rubs his paws and whiskers.
Now, I should go for it. That thing is going to be filled up. The boy gets up and goes to another room while Bel follows fast with him. Something is rustling, it can be heard very vividly and loudly to cat ears.
Oh, here it comes.
The moment I strike, it is all mine.
The boy whips out from the cupboard a set of cat bowls. The cat bowls shine and shine through more.
"come here, Ellie." Bel without a thought runs over to the food bowl, it's a pleasure for his cat body. His soul doesn't crave food, his body does instinctively and very much.
The boy coughs as he pours the food into the bowl, bel looks up to see his wrinkled smile.
Doesn't this boy eat? Why is he so weak?
I push my bowl a bit, to share. He seems to be too kind for a stray like me, I should do this much.
The boy gasps a little and pets him more,
"Thank you, Ellie, but even though I want to eat, I can't."
The boy smiles again at the frowned state of the orange cat, 'Are you worried for me?'
Bel seems genuinely concerned and pushes his bowl a bit towards the boy.
The boy laughs a little bit and pets him again, 'So, you do understand me! It's okay, Ellie.'
'My stomach will be fulfilled after seeing you eat, do go on Ellie.' As he blesses upon the kindest smile upon Bel. Bel eats it slowly by slowly as the boy looks at it.
After a few minutes, the door beside them suddenly opens!
BAM!
Cheers can be heard loudly.
"Brother!!!!"
And more "Brother!"
Bel looks at the boy. He puts his hands on the chin and says, 'So, they've returned from the market, huh?'
The boy speaks in a medium tone, "Yuki! Ivy!, I'm here!"