“Happy Decay Day!”
Retvik rubbed his eyes as he tried to focus on the beings on the end of his bed. He’d been asleep, but had no real idea how long he’d been asleep for. At least two of the beings were somewhat familiar?
“Uh, whut?”
“Happy Decay Day!” Seimeni repeated, jumping over to the side of the bed, pushing a small plastic card into Retvik’s hands.
Retvik, still very sleepy and confused, continued to blink and not really understand. “What?”
“You are now officially a Decayling and have free access to most Decay Lord locations, including free roam across this ship…” Vikalos, the massive, towering being, grunted. “Please take that card and keep it on you at all times, as identification and proof of your rank.”
“Uh… Alright…” Retvik awkwardly took the card from Seimeni. A being then placed a plate of cake by Retvik’s bedside table, and everyone else left the room, closing the door behind them. Retvik was still very confused, but the piece of cake did look really nice.
“Sooo…” Seimeni beamed, edging towards Retvik. “How do you want to celebrate your big day?”
“By getting some damn questions answered, I suppose…” Retvik tutted. He picked up the plate and took a bite out of the cake. Creamy butter icing and a cocoa flavour. Very nice. “You are calling me a Decayling now, what specifically is that and what is the difference between that and a Decay Lord? And why in the Light do I still feel like a mortal?”
Seimeni shrugged. “Decaylings are former Deities that still have connections to their old universes, so you won’t become a Decay Lord for a while. It involves a somewhat physical transformation that causes you to shed the black, inky universal traces on your body. As for the mortal stuff, well, that’s not exactly a bad thing! Means you get access to sooo many more emotions…”
“Oh. So that is what this black stuff is…” Retvik muttered. “Hm. So, what will I be doing now that I am a Decayling? Is there any more… testing?”
“We’ll find you a job and you’ll probably end up working with us, helping other Decaylings and tracking them down if they get lost!”
“That is fine. I need something to occupy myself anyway. I assume I can now go to the kitchen and living area and everything without any issues?”
“Anywhere but the engine rooms and the cockpit. You need permission and a Decay Lord with you for those! There’s more cake for you in the kitchen, by the way. All yours.”
Retvik helped himself to more cake. It was indeed very tasty and creamy. Retvik also noticed that, as they chatted, Seimeni was edging closer and closer towards him. It was only now that he noticed just how shapely Seimeni was. With a sigh, Retvik put the plate down, a frown forming on his face.
“I do have one other question. Somewhat tied to my being formerly mortal. I still have a lot of mortal feelings. Is it possible to get some… privacy, a guarantee that I will not be disturbed, for about ten minutes while I deal with those feelings?”
Seimeni blinked. “What do you mean?”
“I still feel mortal. I still have sexual desires. And, frankly, with the whirlwind of chaos that my life has been recently, I have not had the time to sit down and take care of myself.”
“Ah…” Seimeni trailed off, then suddenly began to smile, leaning up to Retvik, placing her hand on his cheek. “Well… I could… help you with that, if you wanted me to…”
“You could?”
“Yeah. If you want me to, of course.”
Retvik hesitated, then smiled, pulling Seimeni towards him and leaning back on the bed. “Yes, I would like that very much.”