Titanic (Asmodeus X Fizzarolli)

Chapter One: They Meet Asmodeus

Asmodeus and (Y/N) were flown to the ship in a helicopter. But Lewis had his concerns about him.

"He's a goddamned liar!" Lewis told Brock, "Some nut case seeking money or publicity. God only knows why, like that Russian babe, Anesthesia."

"They're inbound!" Bobby told the two.

The helicopter was ready to land but Lewis wasn't done

"Lord Asmodeus died on the Titanic when he was 17, right?" Lewis asked Brock

"That's right," Brock confirmed

"If he had lived, he'd be over 100 by now."

"101 next month."

"Okay, so he's a very old goddamned liar. Look, I've already done the background on this dude all the way back to the '20s when he was working as a strip club owner. A strip club! There's your first clue, Sherlock. His name was just Asmodeus back then. Then he marries this artist and circus performer named Fizzarolli who ends up working for him. They move to Cedar Rapids and they adopt a couple of kids. Now, Fizzarolli's dead, and, from what I hear, Cedar Rapids is dead."

"And everybody who knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead or on this boat, but he knows."

The helicopter landed on the deck and the crew started to unload all of Asmodeus' things. He didn't pack light. Four men had to help Asmodeus out of the helicopter as he was in a wheelchair. Brock welcomed him aboard along with his granddaughter. (Y/N) pushed Asmodeus to the temporary cabin and waited for the luggage so that they could unpack. Brock and Lewis would check on them later on to ask if the room was alright. Asmodeus said it was nice. Asmodeus was setting up all of his pictures as he never traveled without them.

Brock asked him if there was anything he could do for him. He said he would like to see his drawing. So, Brock took him and (Y/N) to the deck where all of the artifacts were being kept, including the drawing. Asmodeus looked into the water to see the drawing he had lost so many years ago. Asmodeus closed his eyes as he remembered the night it was drawn, and the stunning green and pink eyes that studied him as they were drawing. Asmodeus opened his eyes again as Brock started to tell him about the diamond he wore in the picture.

"Louis XVI wore a fabulous stone that was called the Blue Diamond of the Crown which disappeared in 1792. About the same time old Louis lost everything from the neck up. The theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped too. Recut into a heart-like shape that became known as the 'Heart of the Ocean.' Today it would be worth more than the Hope Diamond."

Asmodeus scoffed, "It was a dreadful, heavy thing. I only wore it this once."

"You actually think this is you, Grandpa?" (Y/N) asked him

"It is me, dear. Wasn't I a dish?"

Brock lightly laughed at Asmodeus' comment, "I tracked it down through insurance records. An old claim that was settled under terms of absolute secrecy. Can you tell me who the claimant was, Asmodeus?"

"I should imagine someone related to Raguel," Asmodeus said remembering the name all too well

"Angel Raguel, that's right. Pittsburgh steel tycoon. Claim was for a diamond necklace his only daughter Sarah bought her fiancee: you. A week before she sailed on Titanic. It was filed right after the sinking. So the diamond had to have gone down with the ship. You see the date?"

"'April 14, 1912'." (Y/N) read

"Which means, if your grandfather is who he says he is, he was wearing the diamond the day the Titanic sank," Lewis told her

"And that makes you my new best friend," Brock told him with a smile

Brock then took him to another side of the room where all of Asmodeus' old things were being kept. Asmodeus looked at it all in awe. He hadn't seen these in years to the point he almost forgot about them. He picked up a hand-held mirror and was amazed at the fact it hadn't changed a bit. Well, the reflection had changed a bit. He put the mirror down and picked up a pendant for the necktie that he used to wear. Though it had broken from either the sinking or how long it had been down at the bottom of the ocean. Either way, he remembered it clearly.

Brock kneeled next to him and asked, "Are you ready to go back to Titanic?"

Asmodeus looked at him and nodded. Lewis set up a simulation to describe what happened that night.

"Okay, here we go. She hits the berg on the starboard side, right? She kind of bumps along punching holes like Morse code-- dit-dit-dit-- along the side, below the waterline. Then the forward compartments start to flood. Now as the water level rises, it spills over the watertight bulkheads which unfortunately don't go any higher than E deck. So now as the bow goes down, the stern rises up slow at first, then faster and faster until finally she's got her whole ass is sticking up in the air and that's a big ass. We're talking 20,000, 30,00 tons, okay? And the hull's not designed to deal with that pressure, so what happens? She splits, right down to the keel and the stern falls back level. Then as the bow sinks, it pulls the stern vertical and then finally detaches. Now, the stern section just kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods, and finally goes under about 2:20 a.m. Two hours and 40 minutes after the collision. The bow section planes away, landing about a half a mile away going 20, 30 knots when it hits the ocean floor," Lewis imitates crashing sounds as the simulation shows the Titanic hitting the ocean floor, "Pretty cool, huh?"

"Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine," Asmodeus said, "Of course, the experience of it was somewhat different."

"Will you share it with us?" Brock asked

Asmodeus said nothing and got up from his chair to look at the underwater footage of the Titanic. One of the cameras showed the door to the First Class deck. Asmodeus flashed back to crew members opening the door for him as the orchestra played before coming back to the present day. He suddenly became overwhelmed and got upset. (Y/N) was ready to take Asmodeus away to rest but he refused. (Y/N) insisted but Asmodeus still refused. He sat back down as Brock got a tape recorder ready.

"Tell us, Asmodeus," Brock urged

"It's been 84 years..." Asmodeus began

"It's okay. Just try to remember anything-- anything at all."

"Do you want to hear this or not, Mr. Lovett?" Everyone stayed quiet, "It's been 84 years... and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called 'The Ship of Dreams' and it was, it really was."

The scenery around the decaying Titanic suddenly changed to when it was all shiny and new. Back when she first sailed in 1912.