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Durge walked down to the city, he had gathered armour and weapons from his latest kill, he was craving something sweet, and the chosen of Bhaal wasn't going to get a 9-5 job, killing and looting was work enough already.
A job he enjoyed, but still.
He wandered into the potion shop, the couple who ran it was pleasant enough and she seemed more content how that her useless husband was... daft.
Little to nothing going on inside, maybe a braincell or two.
Not that he had anything to do with it, not like he had Sceleritas Fel slip something into the drunk's drink that caused him to become an idiot, a mindless husk of an idiot.
That would be ridiculous, it would be so... nice.
This was all part of his plan, he couldn't have the shopkeepers be afraid of him, the common folk? Good.
The people who sold him wares? Less good.
Not that any bhaalists could understand that.
Which was so odd, since they were mortals to begin with, Durge... isn't.
"Master?" Sceleritas Fel suddenly appeared, hidden enough from the public.
"Where are you going? You can send-"
Durge waved his hand dismissively, "I like to get out of the temple every now and then, get some fresh air."
Sceleritas Fel just nodded.
"Mrr?"
Durge stopped abruptly.
He turned to the right, in the sun rolling around was a fluffy cat.
A very fluffy cat.
He slowly approached the cat, leaning down while reaching his hand out for the cat to smell.
It accepted it and started to rub its body against his hand.
"Sceleritas Fel(!!)" Durge excitedly whispered, the butler having no idea what that meant, "sire?" He carefully asked.
"Look how cute, and fluffy, gods... it's so..." It was as if all evil had vanished out of him, a beam of love flowing out.
Durge opened a green potion and chugged it, he threw the bottle behind him, Sceleritas Fel comically struggling to catch it.
"Heey kitty"
"Are yerrrr mer mermer?"
Durge narrowed his eyes, trying to remember all the books he had read about felines.
Sceleritas Fel spoke up, softly, "I think its 'mriaer', my lord."
Durge turned around, looking shocked and confused, "how the fuck can you know that...?"
The butler grinned, feeling like the best servant in the world, "I looked through one of your books- you had fallen asleep at your desk with the book and I was just so curious on what it was about." He looked humbled, "and in that chapter was about this sounding cat dialect."
Durge stared at him, "so... what's it saying?"
"Well, it's asking if you're its... mother."
Durge turned around to look at the purring cat, then back at his butler, he grinned before looking at the cat again.
"M-my lord, I don't think--"
"Its me, my son."
The cat beamed with energy "MERMER!"
Durge picked up the cat, "this is my child now, Sceleritas Fel." Petting it's soft fur, "I've named it Myshka."
Sceleritas Fel frowned, how was he going to safely bring this cat back to the temple? The rats wouldn't be good enough for the chosen's cat.
What would Bhaal say to this?
What if he demands Durge to kill it?
What if he demands him to kill it...
Durge was past his teenage years, but he knew he would definitely just... leave.
Bhaal had put extra pressure on Sceleritas Fel to watch over him, just in case.
"Sire... My lord, I--"
Durge gave him pleading eyes, puppy eyes, he gave all the 'please don't tell me to get rid of the cat I love so much' energy.
"....where is the cat going to live? You can't bring it to the temple, just imagine it's paws touching all that-- and the fur! Gah, it would be soaked in blood instantly! And we both know it would be a constant battle to get your father's followers to not touch the cat."
"Myshka." Durge corrected, still petting the cat.
"...Myshka." the butler quietly repeated.
Durge sat down next to a tree close by the potion shop, slowly petting the cat, Sceleritas Fel sitting in the shadow next to them.
"I guess I can ask if Derryth would want to look after him..." Durge mumbled, giving small kisses on its little furry head.
The butler just watched, slightly jealous over the attention the little creature got, but he knew he would hate it if Durge gave him any of that type of attention, and so would his father.
"Want to pet him? Be careful though."
Sceleritas Fel carefully let his fingers run through the white fluffy fur, the warm creature purred loudly each time he touched its skin.
He understood now.
Almost.
Durge suddenly got up, "stay here," he walked over to the shop.
Sceleritas Fel couldn't hear what was being said, he heard the cat's name being said, and a few 'thank you's', and when the Durge came back, there were no cat.
"She said yes?"
Durge nodded, sad. "Myshka will be comfortable and happy there... I can come and visit any time so at least there's that."
"I'm sorry, my lord."
"Its okay... just sucks."
They walk towards the park, suddenly a sound stopped Durge.
"Mew!"
Durge gasped, and went to pet it.
Sceleritas Fel just watched defeated.
"...my lord-"