Another Part of Chapter 3 of Firstborn.
Enjoy the banter between a wizard and his cat.
“Will you stop lecturing me? First you hit me on the head and now you lecture me,” I moaned as I grabbed the soda can and pressed against my forehead.
“You hit yourself. And stop using regular junk as channels. Breaking stuff is not in your best interest; you’re already behind on your rent,” Amaymon continued, clearly enjoying himself.
“It was a critical situation,” I replied weakly.
“Critical, my tail.”
“Amaymon, you’re an immortal demon trapped in a cat’s body. Are you really gonna bitch about the rent?”