Monstercat: Origins (Part 1)

Chapter 24: Heart

Savant rolled over and slapped his alarm. He sat up, but something felt different. He remembered he had a crazy nightmare... or... was it. He touched his chest. Sure enough, the warmth of his bare skin shot through his fingers. His clothes were across the room. His heart picked up it's pace. "Hello, Vinter, I hope you had an enjoyable time," Ninür said. He swallowed. He hadn't at all. He remembered the constant fear of the crazy female demon doing something horrid to his body. Thankfully, he wasn't missing any limbs or important matters. "Sure," he replied, "Now, where's my soul you promised." "Oh Vinter, I thought you understood. You get your soul back for a day, until, of course, you decide to please me again." Savant sighed, "I guess you get to stay on board for a longer time then expected." Ninür let out a giggle, that quickly twisted into a horrid cackle. Savant turned and looked at her, and her hair wasn't so pink anymore. The void black hair that had replaced it was messy and twisted. He turned back around. Ninür rustled the bed sheets a bit and then wrapped her arms around his neck. Savant went cold again, but was soon relieved to see a lock of pink hair over his shoulder. She whispered in his ear, "That's what I like to hear" Just then, the phone rang. Savant rushed over and picked it up. "Hey there, Vinter, long time no speak. I noticed you haven't done a lot of album work. There are fans to please, Vinter, and you are not delivering what you promised. I trust you will solve this problem... and within the week," the voice said, hanging up. "Section Z..." he whispered to himself. He felt more alive then ever. He threw on a new set of clothes and entered his studio. There stood Vario, idle and charged. He sat at his desk and looked at his sketches. There was one thing he couldn't get out of his head though, Ninür. He decided to make a tribute album to her, knowing she was going to stick around for a while. Meanwhile, Ninür slipped into her dress on the floor. She tidied herself up in the mirror. It was difficult for her to look at a mirror, because whenever she did her real form stood staring back. She sighed. She wanted to be with Vinter so bad, but she knew he would never mutually love her back. She was a demon, he had a reason not to. She was such a beautiful teen before she died in an accident years ago, doomed to suck the souls from attractive young men. She waltzed away, picking up a faraway smell. It was the smell of a nutritious meal. She followed her nose out of Savant's bedroom door and into the hallway. Her nose brought her to another elevator. She opened the doors. There was tape over the very bottom button, so she pressed the other one. The elevator doors shut, and up she went. The doors opened to a dark room with a set of metal double doors. She pushed then open and entered a tall vertical corridor, walls lined with balconies. There was a vine nearby. She went over to it and touched it. It immediately withered up and turned brown. She looked over at a balcony with steam pouring out of it, carrying that scent. She teleported to the balcony. Through the thick steam she saw a man in a lab coat carrying a plate to a teenage boy sitting at a table. She picked up a familiar smell then, and it was coming from the boy. "The child... the one with only part of his soul. I guess it's time to finish my meal," she thought. Dr. Raven turned towards Ninür in the heavy steam and squinted his eyes. "Hello?" he asked. Camon turned around too, but Ninür had already teleported away. "Another day," she said, "another day." Dr. Raven and Camon went back to enjoying breakfast. "I swore I saw something... It was dark and hard to see though. It was looking at you... so... hungrily," Dr. Raven said. "Hmph," Camon shrugged. Meanwhile, Ninür stood in the elevator, heavily breathing and smiling. "I'm hungry, and there's half a soul on board that I know tastes great. I am going to get that boy," she said to herself. Meanwhile, Savant was in his studio, digitalizing his album cover, thinking about his life choices. He has to love a demon to feel emotions, to feel anything at all. The same demon that turned him into a mess, made him turn away from his wife and son to take over the galaxy. Now she's doing the opposite. He stood up from his computer and entered the bedroom. Ninür wasn't there. He started to panic. "What if she went for Camon. What if she's exploring the ship? What if she left forever?" he thought. That's when she rounded the corner. "Hey, I was just looking for a bathroom," she said, smiling. Savant looked at her and exhaled. "Good, I was starting to worry about you," He said. She knew he really didn't care about her enough to worry... she is telepathic. She looked out of his bedroom window into space. "You're a terrible liar you know," she said. He was starting to get mad at her. Did he really even need her? Did he need emotions, feelings? He thought otherwise. If you can't feel that makes you the perfect leader, a liberator. He didn't need a demon on board his ship to keep him feeling happy. All he needed was music and galactic domination. "You know what... I think it's time you return home," Savant said.