"You don't say..." Flug said for the umpteenth time as Demencia repeated everything she could remember from the night before.
"And then he did this thing with what I think was his tongue that..." She said nonstop.
"Uh huh." He said uninterested as he used his crime scene clean up vacuum to suck up any remaining viscera left behind after Black Hat's coital interaction with Demencia.
"Although, I seem to remember saying no, but..." Demencia frowned, looking up into her head, sticking her tongue out.
"Wait..." Flug turned around. "You...didn't want it?" He asked her.
"Well...I did at first...but, he did something that made me not want it. Well...not exactly me...but someone didn't want it." She explained. "No se." She hummed childishly.
"I..." Flug coughed, knowing full well what Black Hat was capable of. But to have her revert to a fragile mortal mentality...was truly evil in every sense...but it was extreme. Too extreme for his liking. "Well, you're alright now. That's what matters." He tried to be supportive.
"Oh, I can't believe we did it before the wedding." She sat up before blushing and cupping her cheeks. "Hay...que voy hacer?" She blushed harder.
"What? En serio?" Flug asked.
"Que?" She looked at him as if he were the one who was the idiot. "I want to be with the man who took me." She explained. Flug's jaw dropped at this revelation.
"Last night was your first time?" He asked, clearly taken aback by this.
"Well yea. No soy una cual quiera." She said, putting her clothes on. "Which means only one of us is a virgin now." She teased. Cart wheeling out of the room.
"Demencia, espera!" Flug called after her. Her wounds healed completely in that small conversation, and she appeared to full of zing and pep, and he knew the Jefazo would not want to deal with that.
Black Hat was enjoying a nice breakfast. An omelette of the last eggs of, a now extinct, bird, with black market minced meat in the mix. And a cup of black coffee. He was reading the morning newspaper, when he suddenly felt a cold-blooded body cling to his frame from behind. A pair of lips smacking on his cheek. He thought about backhanding her cheek to get her to come off of him, but upon recollecting the memories of what he did to the poor girl through the night before, he figured this was to be a fitting punishment to put himself through.
"Buenos dias, cariño." She purred lovingly. He continued to read the article on his newspaper. "Last night was amazing." She whispered in his ear.
"Si." He mumbled in response. "It was rather nice." He took a sip of his coffee. Demencia leaned in over his shoulder.
"Anything good on the news?" She asked. Without taking his eye off the page.
"No." He said, before finishing his breakfast. "Only bad things." He said simply.
"Ay, mejor." She smiled before she twirled away from him to the cabinet, humming some romantic non-sense.
Just then, the paper bag wearing mad scientist rushed into the kitchen, out of breath to get there as quickly as he could have to prevent anything that might have angered the boss. The giant Blue Bear following close behind, mimicking his dad's movements in the process.
"Jefazo! Perdon, pero se me escapo!" He tried to explain so as not to get beat by the elder being's shadow cane. Again. But it never came. To his surprise, it was the boss that was looking at Demencia, and her who was doing something else. If they were anyone else, this type of interaction wouldn't raise the tiniest eyebrow, but knowing the history of her antics and his responses, it felt weird.
Black Hat remained completely silent, but gestured at the doctor to look at Demencia. Flug saw that Demencia was simply humming a tune and cooking herself something for breakfast. The lizard lady was swaying her hips in an almost hypnotizing manner, she grabbed an assortment of ingredients and just made whatever she could. Not anything specific, just anything.
"She must be processing last night's events." Black Hat reasoned, taken slightly aback by her lack of attention towards him.
"I could keep an eye on her if you want, jefe." Flug said worriedly. Afraid that even having to suggest the obvious would get him hit.
"That goes without saying." Black Hat grumbled, although annoyed, not getting violent. In fact, he went right back to reading his paper. Flug began to step towards the dining room table, followed by 505. Both of which had made breakfast earlier and were about to finish it. The three ate in silence, until they heard Demencia's sneakers squeaking on the wooden floor. All three heads turned up to see Demencia hauling a massive load of food in her arms.
"No vas a comer con nosotros?" Flug asked, Demencia shook her head with a smile. Much to all their surprise.
"I'm gonna go get my den ready for the next couple of months. Hay que comer mucho." She smiled and walked off giddily up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Definitely keep tabs on her doctor. Whether its the hormones from last night, or her fragile mind escaping to cope with what happened, she's different now. She's top priority. Got that?" Black Hat asked menacingly at the end.
"S-si Jefecito." Flug confirmed nervously.
Later that day, after broadcasting the most commercials they had in a while, Black Hat chose to leave the rest to Flug.
"Did we finish them all already?" He asked, unable to comprehend the fact that they finished without interruption. "It's a bit early."
"It just means you have more time to finish other things, doctor. Now get to it." Black Hat squinted with impatience at Flug.
"Yes, sir!" Flug rushed to get things done. Black Hat walked throughout the mansion. In truth, he had taken into consideration that Demencia would have ruined the shoots earlier. But without her, everything went off without a hitch. Flug was competent, as was the bear. He pondered what become of the reptilian mistress, and figured he'd check on her to see if she was alright.
Worst case scenario was that her body was incapable of handling his seed and likely killed her. Which was fine, as the failure would have served for another wench they could have gotten off the street and do again. Being an immortal, he could wait for the process all over again. And at best, she would have already given birth to a monstrosity all his own.
Coming up to her door, he opened it gently, without knocking to find scraps of leftover food she had brought with her earlier that morning. The room had an awful rank and rancid odor that flashed into his nostrils. Rolling his eye in exasperation at the squalor the soon to be mother of his spawn was living in was unacceptable. With a flick of his fingers, the trash in her bedroom evaporated into red portals.
"Mmm..." He heard on her bed as he saw that she was fast asleep. Munching on her pillow, wrapped up in her hair to keep warm. Snoring ever so unladylike.
"She looks so peaceful." He said, with a tender look. He quickly materialized an airhorn and blared it to wake her up.
"Ah!" She jumped instinctively in terror onto the ceiling, ready and on high alert. The sound having temporarily deafened her, until she heard the most beautiful sound in all existence. His laughter.
"Que gracioso!" He belched, his laughter showing his dagger-like teeth, his brows dipping down between his eyes as much as they could have, his powerful stance alone moving up and down with each laugh.
He was perfect.
She quickly jumped down from the ceiling with the intent to tackle him to the ground and assaulting him with her love. What happened, really, was that once she clung to him, his body stiffened in place and wouldn't budge even at the amount of force she threw herself with.
"Bon bon!" She said affectionately, clinging instead to his chest. Closing her eyes and nuzzling close to him. "Que haces aqui?" She asked, hoping that he'd come to porpose to her.
"Nada. I just figured that with the smell coming from your room something had died. Lucky for you." He get her to open her eyes. "Te limpie tu cuarto." He said.
"Aw..." She pouted. "I like my room dirty." She said. "Pero para ti." She looked at him eye-level and pecked his lips. "Lo dejare limpio." She then jumped back onto her bed, leaving him with a frown.
"You know I hate affection." He said, wiping off his lips with his gloved thumb.
"Oh." She smirked back at him. "Well...what don't you hate?" She asked.
"Excuse me?" He asked, taken aback a bit by such a question.
"What don't you hate? Que puedo hacer, para hacerte feliz?" She asked, laying back on her bed, flashing her eyes innocently at him. Black Hat frowned and closed the door behind him, undoing his buttons. Demencia smirked.
"I don't hate this." He snapped his fingers and once more, Demencia's mind was altered to her original one.
"Nononono...Not again..." She said quickly. Sitting up and getting ready to escape. Only for him to hold her wrists down against the bed. "Please...stop..." She begged. "I don't like this..." She sobbed.
"Pero yo si." Black Hat salivated as his tongue slithered about and his frame overtook her and his darkness consumed the room once more.
Flug had just returned from playing with 505 and was wandering through the mansion in search of the boss. It never would have occurred to him that he'd be the one stepping out of Demencia's room. The ebony being looked over at the scientist, putting his coat on.
"You're free to examine her." Black Hat said. Flug took a look inside her room to find her in a similar state of eviscerated ravishment that he did that morning. Only now she looked genuinely terrified.
"Um...is she ok?" Flug asked, nervously.
"Does it matter, doctor?" Black Hat growled. "Just watch over her and record anything that might help." He snapped his fingers and Demencia looked less scared than she did a second ago. The dark horror disappeared without awaiting an answer and Flug, with caution, approached Demencia.
"Ahem..." He cleared his throat. "Estas bien?" He asked. The girl, for her part, didn't try to hurt him or demean him or do any predictable action that he associated with her.
"No..." She said blankly, her brows dipping and looking away from him. "Just leave me alone." She wrapped herself up in her hair again.
"Este...I can't. Boss's orders." He answered, her eyes looked back at him before she looked at the wall.
"Ok..." She said emptily. Demencia knew that her mind was still shattered but...now that Black Hat willed her again to who she was before, it kinda stuck. And the memory of Black Hat the night before and just now...This couldn't be happening.
Not again.