Monstercat: Origins (Part 1)

Chapter 23: Ninür

Vario landed on the surface of the strange planet. From space, this planet looked lovely, peaceful, and beautiful. But here on the surface, everything was clouded and gray, decaying or dead, spooky and scary. His expression wasn't so happy anymore. He skimmed the setting, looking for something beautiful. There was nothing here but dark mountains. Some things just aren't what they seem. He began wandering around, keeping where he landed in reference to where he was. He looped around a mountain to find some color, brown. A large brown wooden object stuck out of the ground. Upon further inspection, Vario realized it was a root. His eyes followed the root up a small mountain to a tree. A cherry blossom tree, to be exact. Beautiful pink leaves frolicked down from the branches. Vario approached the tree, winking his right eye, which snapped a photo of its pure beauty.  As Vario approached the tree, he noticed a feminine humming. He inched close to the tree,  the melodious sound growing.  Then he saw her. A small young woman with strange pink hair sitting under the tree. "Fancy seeing a young man like you here," the girl said without turning around. Vario was set back a little at how she knew he had approached. He took a step closer. "Please come no nearer, tell me why you are here traveller," she asked as calmly as ever. "Well ma'am, I have come this way to seek something of beauty," Vario said. The girl's head cocked to the left a little, probably astounded at Vario's robotic voice. "Traveller, gratitude and love will get you nowhere in life, at least with me," the girl scoffed. "I look for no companionship ma'am, I only come here seeking something of artistic value," Vario replied. The girl turned towards him. Her face was absolutely beautiful; it was bold and glowing, casting forth some eminence of such power and grace. But then again, something was odd about her; her expression was twisted and looked distraught and angered. Vario gazed at her and spoke, "Ma'am, you are of such beauty and have much artistic value to you. I ask you to come home to support my father, well, my creator, rather, so he can use you as a model for perfection for a masterpiece he is trying to complete. "I guess I shall come with you, traveller, but soon you will see my true colors, soon you will see who I can really be. I am a horrid nightmare that takes the souls and emotions of others," she replied. "I understand ma'am, but we will only need you temporarily, for a model, as I said. In a brisk fashion we will return you to this very spot after the art is done. It may take from an hour to a day, but know that all our plans for you involve artistic means, and no harm shall come your way aboard our magnificent Cult. The girl gazed up at the huge ship, and somehow, she recognized it. She looked back at Vario and said, "Just so you know, traveller, my name is Ninür." Vario replied, "And mine is Vario, a robot specially programmed to fit my masters needs for galactic domination." Ninür stopped. "Galactic domination, you say? Seems like something only an unkind, soulless man would want," she said. She looked up at the Cult. She knew where she had seen this ship before. Vario turned and walked down the mountain. Ninür followed him, a maleficent grin spreading up her face. They had stopped in the middle of an empty field, and above was the Abduction chamber of the Cult, sending down it's giant black hands to the surface. Vario instructed her on how to enter the grasp of the vine hand. She stepped aboard with Vario, and up they went, disappearing into the bottom of the Cult. A giant holographic head loomed in the air. "Oh my, what a beautiful woman you have found, Vario. I congratulate you. Please lead her to my production room," Savants voice roared. Ninür smiled. She knew that voice well. Vario took her into a hidden room on the wall with no tube. Inside the room was an elevator, and also a vase of purple flowers. Ninür looked at the flowers and they turned pink. They got into the elevator and Vario pressed 2. As the doors closed, the pink flowers withered and died. Up the elevator went, the intensity building up in Ninür. The doors slid open and Vario stepped out, heading towards a wooden door with a V doorknob. He twisted the V and pushed. Savant sat at his writing desk, quill ready in hand. Vario directed her directly to a chair. She sat... more seductively then necessary. Fortunate for Vario, he couldn't feel emotions except the expressions he put on his face, so nothing was thought of it. However, Savant immediately noticed the woman's constant attempts at flirting with him. Sliding her dress down just a tad farther, running her hands down herself. In the corner sat Vario, dormant but attentive, seeing no problem here. Savant sketched, peeking up at his reference every so often. She had wiggled her dress so much it was nearly falling off. He continued to sketch though, drawing parts of her body that shouldn't be allowed on a non-explicit album. After about an hour, he had made a few sketches. "Are you done, father." Vario asked. "Yes Vario... but uh... why don't you keep this young lady on board for tonight.", Savant said sheepishly. He crossed the room and turned off Vario. "Well ma'am, you are quite the model," he said, turning back around. Ninür stood up and said, "Only when I want to be. But for you, Vinter, I did my job for more than just art." He went cold and white. She stepped towards Savant and they pressed lips. "Taste something you remember, Vinter," Ninür said. Savant stepped back and gulped. He responded, "Ninür... you DIRTY SOUL STEALER." She pressed a finger to his lips and whispered, "There's only one thing you can do about it, Vinter. Please me... and you'll have your soul back, your feeling, your emotions." Savant began to tear up. "Fine," he replied curtly. She stepped in and pressed her body against him. "That's what I like to hear," she whispered.