The Meeting - Part 2

The Meeting
Part 2



Dimitrix’s actions, such as the attack on a Titanic worker, sent out small bursts of energy that could be felt by the other immortal. Even if the presence was a bit stronger – now that Dimitrix used more and more of his power – it was still not powerful enough for Derek to locate.

Derek walked across the deck and watched as the boat moved further and further away from the port. A trumpet horn played that made him turn his head towards the sound. The fanfare tune could only mean that luncheon would be starting soon.  

"I suppose I could stop this search for now. After all, we'll be out at sea for quite a while." He looked down at his casual attire and waved his hand to change into something more sophisticated for the high class dinner. Keeping his purple hair tied in a pony tail and his bangs in front of his face, he began to follow the rest of the first class Mortals to the dining hall.

As he arrived at the hall, he could see that some Mortals have already been seated with their orders taken. Besides the passengers being served, the wait staff traveled back and forth across the floor tending to the needs and wants of the people to make their experience on the boat more pleasurable.

Not that long ago Dimitrix arrived at the dining hall as well, instructed by the other worker he encountered. Once he stepped through the kitchen doors, all the smells hit him at once, it was overwhelming: the spices, the meats, the desserts, and of course, the alcoholic beverages.

"Oh food nefer smelled so gut," Dimitrix murmured to himself, smiling at the powerful mixture of smells that sent both his nose and his mouth begging for more.

Derek also could vouch that the smells of the kitchen were indeed worth fantasizing over. He could smell the aroma of first class food as he waited for his turn to be seated. Majority of the Mortals arrived in groups, so it was a bit odd that he was there by himself.

“Table for one please,” Derek requested upon his turn to be served. Once again, entering the room he could see that it was well decorated as it filled so many Mortals. The waiter led him to a table that was flushed against the window that overlooked the moving waters.
“May I offer you a drink, sir?” the waiter asked as the immortal took his seat.

“Beer,” he responded, “The best you’ve got.”

The waiter nodded and returned to the kitchen where Dimitrix waited. His cover up job was to wait tables and he has yet to receive his orders. As he gazed around the chatter-filled dining room, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“My Lord.”

Dimitrix turned around to see the night shadow that he sent out. The creature looked human at the moment, disguising himself as a bus boy. Dimitrix nodded his head and said, “Ah Creath, vat hafe you learned about zis schip?”  

Creath. He was a specific night shadow that the immortal favored for over the past hundred years. He would assist Dimitrix in dealing damage to the outside world while the immortal was trapped in the Nightmare Realm. Creath held his head high as he reported, “There’s a man that has noticed your presence.”

“Somevone can sense mein presence?” Dimitrix asked in disbelief as he raised his eyebrow, “Zat’s razer odd. It is somevone you can identify?”  

Creath frowned and shook his head. “The man is no Saino, but he does have some strong energy.”

“Hmm, carry on,” Dimitrix said, dismissing the night shadow. Creath gave one final nod before vanishing into smoke, leaving his lord to ponder on that thought. He wondered what this man could be if he wasn’t a Saino. As far as he knew, there were only Sainos and night shadow in this world. What else was there?

Dimitrix didn’t have much time to think for a waiter approached the immortal with a circular silver platter. Sitting on the pristine plate was a tall bottle of beer along with a clear empty glass for the beverage. “We’ve got an order, send this to table twenty one.”

He nodded his head, snapping out of his thoughts as he took the silver platter with the beer into the dining hall, but playing waiter was harder than he thought. As he searched the dining hall, he realized that he had no idea where ‘table twenty one’ was. The more Dimitrix walked with the plate of beer, the more he began to think. Why waste a good beer on some Mortal? Coming to a conclusion, he found himself a seat where no one was at the moment and popped the cap off the beer and poured himself a glass.

As Dimitrix treated himself to some beer, a different waiter walked past him and made a beeline towards table twenty one, the table that sat the Leader of the Creperum. When the waiter arrived at the table, he handed Derek a menu as he greeted, “Hello sir and welcome to the Dining Saloon here on the Titanic. Shall I start you off with a drink?”  

“Um, yes, I actually ordered a beer not too long ago but it hasn’t shown up yet,” Derek explained with a frown, not very impressed with their service so far.

“Right, of course sir,” the waiter said as he moved towards the kitchen.

As the waiter ran to go get his drink, Derek skimmed over the menu as he waited. “My, these Mortals are really going all out with this new boat.”

The immortal closed the menu and placed it down on his lap as the waiter returned with his bottle of beer. Pouring him a glass, Derek took it in his hands and drank. Smiling, he decided to forget about the poor service for now. The inadequate service could be overlooked due to the excellent glass of beer. Dimitrix, while sitting at a table not too far from his, also agreed on the taste of the alcoholic beverage.

“I say, zis isn’t bad,” Dimitrix grinned to himself as he took another sip, but he stopped as he was the first immortal to actually find the other. He stared curiously at the odd man sitting next to the window by himself. At that moment he was ordering his meal, and by the stunned face the waiter was giving him, the man must have had a tall order.

Dimitrix didn’t realize that he was an immortal as well, but he did decide that he was the man Creath mentioned. He could tell because his hair was completely purple, just like his. Well, Dimitrix only had two strands of purple hair but still, having such a hair color wasn’t normal. Dimitrix continued to keep a careful watch of this purple haired man, even as the waiter returned with the first course of his meal.

“Sir, your appetizer,” the waiter said as he set down a plate.

Derek nodded his head as the waiter left and began to eat the dish which they called ‘Mosaic Chicken Terrine’. He took a bite of sautéed meat and raised an eyebrow, “Hm, not bad indeed.”

As Dimitrix continued to sit, watch, and drink beer, he looked over and recognized someone at the entrance of the dining hall. It was the British-accented man who he locked up in the supply closet, only this time he had a few friends. Two police officers accompanied him this time around. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he saw the man point at him, earning him three nasty glares from the Mortals.  

“Break is ofer,” Dimitrix sighed, taking one last sip of the beer before getting up.
As Dimitrix walked towards the kitchen, he crossed paths with Derek as he continued to eat, but it was only too late when Derek realized it. He was in the middle of finishing off his second beer when it hit him again. The sense was so close that it could have been right next to him. His head snapped around, looking for whatever it could be. At first, he couldn’t find anything, but turning his head towards the kitchen he spotted a worker walking through the service doors. It was for a split second, but Derek caught the glimpse of a purple strand of hair as he disappeared from his sight.  

Purple hair, no Mortal has purple hair…Derek thought. His curiosity got the best of him as he stood up to follow the man. Walking through the kitchen caused some of the workers to curiously look at him, but he paid them no mind as he continued to follow the worker.

Exiting the kitchen, Derek saw as the worker walked down the hallway and into another corridor. Dimitrix, unaware that he was being followed, strode into the next passageway and walked right past the on deck policemen and the man he first met. He grinned and tipped his hat to the guards as he walked past, not paying attention to the man on the other side. “Efening men.”

The policemen, however, didn’t take so kindly to his greeting as each police officer grabbed an arm, slamming Dimitrix into the wall face first. Seeing this act made Derek stop and hide behind the corner so he wouldn’t get caught as he watched from a distance. The officers pulled the immortal’s arms behind his back so he couldn’t resist their arrest. Then he felt as the metal clicked shut against his wrists. “Handcuffs?”

“You’re under arrest for theft and assault,” the first officer said with a heavy English accent, making the hairs on his bushy mustache dance as he talked.

Dimitrix chuckled to himself in a deeper tone. Even if he’s skipped decades in the Mortal world, handcuffs would still be handcuffs. “I guess I hafen’t missed much since my time avay from here.”

Without warning, he banged his head against the first officer that held him back. The bushy faced officer grunted and accidentally lost his grip on the criminal. Dimitrix then pivoted around on one foot as he pulled off a low sweep, making the officer stumble and fall to the ground. With the second officer and the other man charging at him, the immortal lunged forward to intercept them. He picked up his left foot and kicked one man in the jawbone, then used his other leg and forced his knee into the other man’s stomach. The violent attacks making both of them gag and drop to the ground at the sudden force.  

With all three of them on the ground moaning in pain, Dimitrix let some of his black smoke come out of his sleeves. The smoke seemed to have ghastly faces on them as they wrapped themselves around his wrists, breaking the metal handcuffs.

“Cheerio,” he said gleefully, mocking them in their own vernacular and he ran off before anyone could try and stop him.

As he made his escape, Derek moved from his hiding spot and continued to follow the man. His eyes were still wide with amazement as he witnessed that fight, and not only that, but the man’s method of breaking is bonds. There was no doubt about it. That was it. He was the source of power that he felt when he arrived on the ship.

Dimitrix casually walked past a few more Mortals before he reached the upper deck. Looking around, it was seemingly empty considering everyone was out for luncheon, so he thought it best to ditch the waiter outfit. The darkness of the night swirled around him and his casual outfit appeared on him. Dark brown trousers with his tucked in olive green shirt and his black leather jacket slipped over it.

“Ah, much betta,” he said as he brushed off the sleeve on his jacket, fixing a small wrinkle in the fabric. But suddenly he froze. It took him a while, but he sensed that someone was following him.

“So I suppose there’s no use in secrecy if we both know of each other…” Derek announced as he stood behind the man, not hiding anymore as he changed out of his fancy attire into one a bit more his style; a long brown trench coat with many buckles, metal pieces, and pockets that matched his belt, and silver plated boots that accented his tan pants.  

“Hmm, I guess not,” Dimitrix agreed, turning around to face the man, somehow not surprised that he changed his attire in mere minutes after he left the Dining Saloon. It was the first time the two really got to look at each other. Derek seemed to be the bigger and slightly more intimidating one of the two with his tall height of six four and his muscular build. Dimitrix stood a few inches shorter than him with a lean muscular body for him, but clearly from the fight moments ago he was well capable.

“Well then allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Derek Gray,” he said as he swept his hand into a bow, his long bangs hanging down from his head as introduced himself.

“My name is Dimitrix Veitenheimer,” he responded, shrugging as he wasn’t exactly presenting himself like the other man did.

Derek raised an eyebrow and chucked to himself at the thought, “German, huh? I’ve been to the country before. They do have some great beer.”  

“Zey do, but I’m not really from zere. I just enjoy zee culture,” Dimitrix explained himself, but it was hard to believe him with that thick German accent he held with him. “You vouldn’t happen to know vat year it is?”

“1912,” Derek stated, curiously raising an eyebrow. It was such a strange question. Normally people would ask for the time, or the date, not really the year. How did he not know what year it is? “If I may, why do you ask such a question?”

“I hafen’t been lifing on zee Earth since 1849,” Dimitrix laughed as he looked out into the ocean. He didn’t even hesitate to tell the man such a sensitive fact. He had a hunch that they were similar in a way where he could understand, and Dimitrix’s hunch was right.

Derek’s eyes widened in surprise at his statement, but he ended up laughing along with the man. “My, that is quite a jump. Sixty-three years, yes. So I suppose the world has changed quite a bit for you. Humanity has really jumped forward since then.”

“Quvite un time jump. People are using electricity as power, zee shtyle of clothes has changed greatly, und zis boat. Who in the vorld designed un fessel of zis magnitude?” Dimitrix laughed the more he thought about the changes around him, but he calmed himself down as he changed the topic. “But zis could be vone of zee biggest changes. In all of mein years, I’ve nefer met un man vith purple hair, besides meinself. Vere you naturally born zat vay?”

Derek patted the tie that held back his hair as he chuckled and shook his head. “Well, isn't that an excellent question? I…acquired this color of hair when I was very young. It wasn’t always natural, but now it is.”

He chose his words carefully. Unlike Dimitrix, who was fine with sharing a bit of personal background, Derek wasn’t ready to share every little detail about himself. Sure, this man was at least sixty three years old from the time jump and still looked young and healthy, but Derek wasn’t going to openly say how old he was. Then again, Derek was not fully aware of how old Dimitrix was.

Putting the thoughts aside, he shook his head and gestured towards Dimitrix’s head. “Well, what about you? Is there a new hair dying formula to give you your purple streaks?”

“No, I’m not sure vat hair dye is,” Dimitrix admitted, kitting his eyebrows together as he tried to imagine what this ‘hair dye’ was.

Derek frowned and looked over to the side, forgetting that he didn’t know everything. He placed his fist on his lips and cleared his throat as if to start over the conversation. “Sorry, I meant are your purple strands of hair natural as well?”      

“No, zey’re not natural,” Dimitrix responded as he looked up into the sky, thinking back to the hair color’s real origins. “Zey came from something efen you vouldn’t beliefe.”

“Try me…” Derek challenged without hesitation. To him, if Dimitrix was open enough to tell him that he hasn’t been on the earth in sixty-three years then he should have no problem telling him about a little thing such as a hair color. Besides, he’d rather have the stranger share information about himself first rather than the other way around.

Dimitrix looked at the man, curious that he was so eager to know, but he accepted it as he looked out towards the sea. “I got zis from obtaining a raw source of energy. It’s un energy zat comes from dreams. It’s commonly known as ‘magic’.”    

“You’re a magic user! Oh, that makes perfect sense!” Derek exclaimed unexpectedly, almost making Dimitrix flinch at the sudden outburst. Derek laughed as he made a small pace around the empty deck. “No wonder why it was so hard to sense you. It’s magic! Ah, yes. Well then, so what kind of magic do you use?”

This time Dimitrix was hesitant at first. It was so odd finding someone who actually had some knowledge about magic, and a bit more odd that the stranger praised the idea. “Vell, mostly anyzing zat is from zee darkness. Now vat about you? It is not magic I sense visen you, so vat is it?”    

“No, you are quite right. No magic, nothing of the sort. I have a more…hm…instant ability than that. It’s just simply known as powers,” Derek explained, waving is hands as subtle sparks of black electricity zapped from his fingertips. “No command spells or anything. I just will it and it does so. However, combining it with magic does produce some unpredictable outcomes. Such as earlier today, it was hard to sense your power because it was not compatible with my own.”

“I zee,” Dimitrix said with thought, interested at the useful information he spilled out. “Although, not all magic is conducted srough vords, zere’re some zat are actifated by mofement und zerefore instantaneous. It’s common zough to think zat vords are zee only vay to use magic.”

With a chuckle, Derek nodded his head as if to apologize for the misinformation. “Ah yes…of course. Show’s how much I know of the subject.”  

“Jaa,” Dimitrix agreed. There was a brief silence between the two of them until Dimitrix sensed one of his night shadows coming. The two men watched as a phantom of a shadow surfed across the sunny deck until it merged back with Dimitrix’s own shadow. The Lord of Darkness could see the curiosity in Derek’s eyes but he did not care to go in depth about the whole night shadow ordeal, so he said simply, “Just un friend returning back from scouting zee schip.”

Derek just nodded his head as he stared curiously at the man’s shadow. He could barely sense that being. He only noticed it because it was so sunny and empty on this part of the deck. The magic must really mess up Derek’s senses. “May I ask, who did you learn this magic from? Assuming you had a mentor, that is.”  

“I taught meinself most of zee sings I can do now, un some sings I obserfed from ozers. Magic was new back zen so I had no mentor,” Dimitrix explained as he thought back to his youth when he did start using magic. They weren’t the best of memories, but memories nonetheless.

“Hm, I see,” Derek mumbled as his mind also wandered back to his own memories. He knew about magic since he was a child. It has been around long before he was even born, which brought up a question that he was hesitant to even ask. “How old are you? So sorry to pry but I believe we are around the same age.”

“It’s quvite alright. Let’s zee, zince it’s 1912 I might be around…” Dimitrix’s voice trailed off as he thought to himself, doing the extensive math in his head just to answer this simple question. “6,200 years of age? Jaa, zounds about right.”

Dimitrix expected the man to be shocked in horror of how old he was, but Derek did the exact opposite as his strange gray eyes lit up with shock as well as delight. “Incredible! It certainly has been a while since I’ve met someone older than I. I am 3,399. Actually, that number will change to four-hundred in October.”

“Really now? I’ve only known vone ozer person who vas over 1,000 years old,” Dimitrix explained, showing his own look of surprise and interest on his face. He has been around for a long time but since the Nightmare Realm made it feel shorter, it didn’t really feel like it was long at all.

“How interesting. So then, have you not met any of the mythological gods and goddesses?” Derek asked, “They are quite real, some more welcoming than others but an interesting bunch they are. At this rate, I believe you might be older than some of them. I know I exceed some of their ages but only for a few that I personally became acquainted with.”

“Me being older zan un gott…” Dimitrix mumbled to himself, giving out a small laugh as he wondered what that would even be like. “Zat vill be un interezting shtory to tell. No, I hafen’t met any of zee gotts un gottesses. I vas…busy.”

“Ah yes, I see,” Derek said with an understanding nod. Even if he didn’t fully understand what Dimitrix meant, he still had a pretty good idea why he was busy. The man has darkness magic, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was doing something chaotic with that power.

“Now zat vee are acquvainted vith each ozer, I’m hoping if you vould accompany me in getting un drink?” Dimitrix offered with a friendly grin. The immortal could see that this man would be a good possible alley for any future plans he had to cause fear, and Derek thought the same as he was intrigued with this dark magic using man and was interested in learning more about his work. Plus, at this point passengers began to fill the deck once more as the luncheon was over.

Derek smiled at the idea, but he gave him a wary eye as he chuckled, “Sure, but I must warn you. I am a heavy drinker.”

“Zen I hope zey have enough alcohol for zee two of us,” Dimitrix joked, turning towards the stairs. Mortals passed them by as they walked back down to the lower deck where the first class lounge was. Even if the men were not properly dressed for anything related to first class, Derek still got them into the lounge as one of the four guests who held a state room key.

The two took a seat relatively near the exit of the lounge. In the room, nicely dressed men and a few women chatted amongst themselves. A card game over on the other side of the lounge caught Derek’s eye while Dimitrix looked over towards the small bar where a few waiters stood readily by, there to serve.

“What would you like to drink, gentlemen?” A waiter asked the two immortals as he was called on request of Dimitrix.

“Beer, the best one,” Derek responded, feeling slightly ashamed that he couldn’t remember the name of the beer he had for luncheon. “What about you?”

“Viskey,” Dimitrix told the waiter. The boy nodded and proceeded back to the small bar to grab them their drinks.

Looking over the slightly crowded lounge area, Derek smirked devilishly as he proposed a challenge to the other darkness immortal, “So…let’s see what you can do Magic man.”

Dimitrix raised an eyebrow towards Derek, but immediately understood the challenge as he gazed over one group of high class Mortals. The small grin on his face grew wider as he flicked his fingers. His shadow stretched across the hard wood floor and over towards a big fat man with a drink. Dimitrix’s shadow crawled up the fat man’s back and tugged him backwards, making him jerk and spill his drink on his expensive-looking attire. Derek hunched forward and pressed his hand over his mouth, not trying to cause a scene as he laughed at their juvenile chaos.  

“Not bad,” he commented. A woman, what could have been the fat man’s wife, gasped and waved for one of the waiters to bring a napkin over. When the waiter waived through the clusters of lounge chairs Derek’s eyes flashed a bright gray, tripping the waiter and making him fall on another man who held a drink in his hand. The drink not only spilled on the waiter but on the fat man as well. Dimitrix also stifled his laughter at the hilarious mishap that wasn’t funny in the eyes of the Mortals around them.

“Your drinks, gentlemen,” another waiter announced as he placed the bottles of beer and whisky down at the small round table in front of them, still cautiously looking up at the cluster of men, women, and the waiter as they cleaned up the mess. “Would there be anything else?”

“Zat is all,” Dimitrix said as he waved him away. He reached forward and grabbed the glass of whisky with a few ice cubes, bringing it up to his lips to take a sip.

Derek, not really caring for formality anymore, ignored the glass and took the bottle in his hand and drank from there. Draping his right arm over the back of the chair and crossed one leg over the other, he relaxed himself as he waved the bottle of beer. “So, how did you happen to come upon this ship?”

“Un stroke of luck,” Dimitrix stated as he swallowed his drink in one shot.

“A stroke of luck, eh?” Derek repeated, “So you got here with your powers without paying?”

“Zat is correct,” he laughed, impressed that he took such a daring guess and got it right.

Derek chucked as he took another drink himself. “Well, that’s the easy way. You wouldn’t believe how ridiculously high the prices are for a first class suite, especially since the value of money has most likely changed in your sixty year absence.”

“Oh, I can beliefe. Zey hafe alvays changed zeir amount of money,” Dimitrix explained his observations throughout his years. It felt no different than the last time he got out. Lost in the advanced knowledge of man, he slowly but surely got all the information he needed to survive in the new era. Although, this time jump seemed different in a way, a lot more drastic than the last ones he’s lived through. “Zese humans are more intelligent zan I perzumed zem to be.”

“Ah, that they are,” Derek agreed as he gazed back at the Mortals among them. Even if he’s watched and experienced how humanity was expanding sometimes he couldn’t comprehend how the Mortals could create such things. Like this boat, he never thought he would see a vessel this big be able to float and carry this many people. “They are becoming quite resourceful in creating new inventions.”

“Vat’s next? Making machines zat fly?” Dimitrix joked as he finished off his bottle of whiskey.

Derek laughed along with him, shaking his head in disbelief. “A flying hunk of metal. That’ll be the day…”

“So tell me Derek, you hafen’t explained much about yourself,” Dimitrix stated as he folded his hands, his purple eyes now focused on his gray ones. Throughout their conversation so far, it was clear that he was comfortable with sharing his thoughts with the man. If he had any suspicions he would have killed him on the spot earlier up on the deck, but the purple haired immortal made him curious.

“Oh…suppose I haven’t,” The Leader of the Creperum thought out loud, “Well, how about I let you ask the questions? What would you like to know?”

“Perhaps more about vat you are; you call your abilities ‘povers’ vich makes me vonder how you obtained such un sing?” he said. He then muttered something to himself creating another bottle of whiskey and making the old one disappear, all without the few waiters and Mortals in the room noticing.

“It’s quite confusing actually, it’s more of a biological reaction if that is even comprehendible,” Derek explained as he gulped down the last of his beer. “I obtained my powers from a meteorite. The foreign mineral was absorbed into my body upon touching the meteorite when I was but a child. So I have millions of particles of the pure mineral, called Natmite, in my body which gives me my powers.”

“A meteorite, you say?” Dimitrix asked in thought, “I’ve nefer heard of Natmite.”

“Mortals do not know of its existence either,” he added, “It’s an alien substance, most likely only known as just a mineral that’s mixed in with others. I am not surprised no one is aware of it.”

Dimitrix nodded and took another drink of his new whiskey. At this point, majority of the men and women in this room began to wonder off. It was getting later in the afternoon and closer to dinner time. The two have been chatting for a so long that they were not even aware of the time. “So vye did you decide to ride zis boat?”

“It was a big deal to the Mortals,” he replied as he remembered reading countless articles in the newspapers about the infamous Titanic, the unsinkable ship they proclaimed it in the headlines. “Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve been to the Americas.”

“Ah jaa, America. I didn’t know zis ship vould be heading zere. Zee last time I vas zere, I vas intertvined in zeir var against zemselves,” Dimitrix recalled, gazing up at the ceiling as he remembered the moments he lived through the civil war.

“No kidding?” Derek asked with a grin, “I also took a part in that war. Which side? Personally I went over to the confederates, not exactly helping them win but just to cause chaos is all.”

He continued to gaze upwards in thought, recalling and reliving a few memories in his head, “I beliefe it vas zee Union. Alzough, I couldn’t do much in zee daylight. Majority of mein attacks vere at night.”

Derek laughed and shook his head at the idea. “So we were fighting against each other and we didn’t even notice. How ironic…”

Dimitrix agreed with a chuckle and a raise of the glass in agreement, finishing off his second bottle of whiskey. It was a fine perk these immortals possessed, to drink as much as they pleased without intoxicating themselves. It was an ability that Dimitrix often enjoyed using, especially in this occasion where he’s found someone who could match him in his heavy drinking ways.

Now, upon looking around at the lounge, it was only the two men plus one servant who waited silently and patiently at the small bar. All the other guests have left the premises. “My, how long have we been here?”

“Un long time,” Dimitrix observed, standing up from his lounge chair. Derek also stood and the two men proceeded to leave the lounge, both of them carrying their bottles of liquor with them. Leaving the lounge, they aimlessly wondered the halls until they came upon a lavish stairwell. In the center of this grand staircase sat proudly in the center of the hall as it showed off its fine detail and luxurious clock. The hands on the clock read five fifteen. The span of time always threw Dimitrix off when he would travel between the Nightmare Realm and the Mortal world. It felt like the day was dragging on more than usual.

Derek also eyed the grand clock and glanced at the time. It just another hour and the servants would call out supper for the first class. As much as he enjoyed food and another glass of beer, he would much rather like to explore the rest of the ship than to sit back down to indulge himself in food that will never make him full.  

“If you vill excuse me,” Dimitrix announced, turning to his new acquaintance, “Not to be rude, but I vould like to get back to vork.”

“Of course,” Derek said with a nod. With someone with fear concentrated darkness, he could only imagine what kind of work he pursued, but he believed that question was for another time. For the moment, he would let him have his privacy and not worry about it. “Until tomorrow then?”

The man extended his hand which Dimitrix greatly accepted, shaking it firmly. “Jaa, until tomorrow.”

With that, the Lord of Darkness turned around and faded into smoke. He wanted some time to prepare himself for the night shift where the thousands of Mortals would be sleeping peacefully. There was no way he could pass up such a great opportunity to cause fear in the passengers, and to think that this nightly routine could go on for quite some time. It made Dimitrix wildly anxious to get started, even if no one was sleeping yet.

As for Derek, he took the chance to wonder around. He took a visit at the incredible activities that the ship had to offer such as a squash court and a swimming pool, as well as nonphysical activities such as reading in the ship’s library. It was amazing how many activities they had to offer, but after he was finished exploring it began to get late and he returned to his nearly untouched room. Not exactly ready to head off to bed considering the immortal never slept, but just to relax and get ready for the next day.