Damon stared.
The First stared harder.
"Where is my dragon baby?" Damon opened and closed his mouth.
"...this is the legendary calamity?" The First muttered. "That is not what it is supposed to look like. This must be its infant disguise. Its larval form. Its compressed manifestation... it... it should not... why is it a cat?!"
"I am asking you the same thing. You told me it would be a dragon. Why is it a cat?"
The kitten tilted its head.
"Meow?"
"Looks are deceiving! Kill it! Kill it now!" The First snapped out of it and did not hesitate anymore. He went straight for the kill, his arm turning into a spear of shadow aimed at the kitten’s forehead.
The kitten blinked once.
Just once.
A pulse of abyssal pressure exploded out from its tiny body. The First’s spear twisted off course mid-strike.
His entire arm bent sideways at an impossible angle.
CRACK.
A scream tore out of him as he was sent flying backward, crashing through a shadow ridge hard enough to split it clean down the middle.
Damon lifted the kitten with one hand.
"...okay," he said slowly. "You are a cat, and you are so damn cute."
The kitten purred. It immediately jumped onto Damon’s shoulder and started nuzzling against his neck, rubbing its tiny face against him as it had already claimed him as its permanent residence.
Damon was not really a pet person. He had never owned any pet before or interacted much with pets, but he could definitely get on board with this little thing.
Damon raised a hand and patted the kitten’s head. "Look at you. Soft, fluffy, and terrifying enough to send that asshole flying."
"Meow," the kitten agreed proudly.
A shaky groan echoed from the broken ridge.
The First dragged himself out, his mask shattered, his arm dangling uselessly at his side. His voice shook worse than the landscape. "You... you touched it? It let you touch it? That thing does not bond. It does not obey. It does not recognize masters. It kills everything it sees! It has already started controlling you. You just don’t see it? Can’t you see? That thing is evil!"
Damon looked at the innocent little thing and blinked. The kitten blinked in return. "Are you talking about my little cutie pie? My sweet little yummy nummy... my cuddly baby... my... what shall I call you, baby?"
The First stared dumbfoundedly at the bloodthirsty maniac who had been nothing short of a killing machine up until now. The same bloodsucker was now conversing in baby talk?
Damon scratched the kitten under its chin. "She likes chin rubs."



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