Sigil | Ghost The Band

Philosophy

Calliope tossed the garbage bag of clothes into the mortuary's waste disposal, she was wary to go into the kitchens again after what happened last time. She had not seen a single soul in the entire building since Terzo left her room.

The mortuary was as quiet as... well, not death, but it was quiet. Everyone that swarmed the place had apparently disappeared into thin air and now... she was alone in the creepy church. Which is always a great thing.

Nevertheless, she ventured into the kitchen, relieved to find it vacant. She could finally make dinner. Real dinner.

She embarked down the stairs, much less unnerved than last time. She gathered random ingredients that piqued her interest and placed them on the counter. After staring at them for a good minute, she figured pasta was the easiest recipe to attempt.

I can't cook anything else... what am I even doing?

Carelessly placing the unnecessary items back, she turned her attention to the boiling pot of water on the stove, only to be met with one of the masked figures - a huge one, mind you - standing over it curiously. There was movement behind him, which drew her immediate focus,

What... the actual fuck?

It was a tail. A. Tail.

She could've fainted right then and there if she wasn't so enthralled. Her mind couldn't form a coherent thought besides the obvious disbelief. So everything Terzo had said... was true?

She couldn't wrap her head around it no matter how hard she tried. Turning back to the matter at hand, she eyed the... demon?

"Uhm, can I help you with something?" She inquired carefully, stepping closer to lift the pot's lid to cease its rattling as the water boiled and bubbled.

Icy blue eyes met hers and he shook his head, taking a step back to give her more counter space.

Pursing her lips, she nodded and tipped a bag of spaghetti into the water. He continued watching her, fascinated. His presence alone wasn't as eerie as all of theirs combined, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless.

"So..." Calliope started, feeling the need to fill the silence. "Were you one of the... people I saw in the kitchens earlier?"

He closed his eyes as he nodded in the affirmative.

"Well... do you speak?"

He shrugged, the corners of his eyes moving behind the mask. He was smiling. She chuckled. "I feel that."

He kept observing her for who knows how long as she jumped between chopping, spicing, etcetera.

"Do you have a name?" Her attention wasn't solely on him, seeing as she was preoccupied with stirring the mince around the pan.

"Everyone calls me Omega."

Surprised, she tilted her head to look at him. His voice was raspy and deep, surprisingly so, yet... silky and breathy all the same. She couldn't explain it, but his voice radiated calmness.

"Nice to meet you, Omega," Cal chuckled awkwardly. "I suppose you already know who I am."

"I do not. I have never seen you before."

"Really? That's... interesting. I've been here for ages."

Omega makes a sound of acknowledgement. More silence follows until he speaks up. "Are you going to tell me your name?"

Calliope flushed, embarrassed. How could she continue talking after he said- Nevermind. "Oh, of course, it's Calliope. Or Cal, if that's easier."

"Calliope. That's... different."

"Good or bad?"

"Different is different."

Oh the philosophy, kill me now. She snorted. "Alright, that's fair."

She plated two servings of spaghetti. (As if she was going to cook something for herself in front of another person.)

She put the bowl on the table in front of him and placed a fork next to it. His cool eyes darted between hers and the food before he pointed to himself.

"For me?" Omega, you poor, poor thing.

"Yeah, if you want it, obviously." She shrugged, lidding the leftovers on the stove. I made way too much. Cooking whilst hungry is always a fucking Catch-22.

"I do. Thank you." The stunned look on Omega's face - or rather his eyes - didn't leave as she took her plate upstairs.

"Of course. There's some left if you want to call your spooky buddies to dine with you."

He made a sound, it sounded like a laugh but she wasn't sure. Nevertheless, she took her plate to her room and ate in peace as she paged through an old magazine she snatched from the mortuary.

Demons aren't that scary. Just awkward, she concluded.