The last time Liberty had Mia open-mouthedly hissing, showing her shining bare teeth, and with every strand of her white fur standing, Naomi almost died. There’s no way he’s going to ignore the same signs again.
“Alright, Whitey. What is it now?” Liberty picked the cat up hesitantly, looking for any signs of displease. Hell is somehow a little hotter today. Uncomfortably. Or maybe the devil had just gotten used to the little drop in temperature the earth has to offer. He doesn’t have any choice though, not when the reason for his every ascent doesn’t want to do anything to him ever again.
“M-meow…” Mia squirmed on his lap while the devil hangs his left foot on the edge of his bed, boredom surpassing his panic. He didn’t bother leaving his room this time, ignoring the ear-splitting knock
