Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

In his dream, Ottar looked at the hunger, and the hunger looked at Ottar. – And? – finally, on the fourth hour of his sleep, the inner demon of Ottar decided to break the prolonged silence. – Four years ago, you lost the ability to exist independently, my dear. Either you will feed me... or soon only I will remain here. What is your dysfunction? These insignificant Voidlings... lie in wait for one of them, sink your teeth into soft flesh! Feast! Feast for her! For me! For yourself! Indeed... what are all these stinking little people for... they are disgusting. Not all of them, but most. Kill – and the world will only be better. But... the dysfunction... it really did exist. Tentacles! Ottar doesn't have them! No tentacles – no hunt! No hunt – no prey! No prey – no prey! – Oh, my dear... you will have everything! In the world of the Void, there is only one monster – man. Drink more blood, consume more flesh... and you will gain a power that your father could not even dream of! Ah, father... did the little fire help him? Did it? No, of course not. Fire is weak, the Void is mistaken, and blood... oh yes, sweet blood! – the hunger laughed. – What is beyond the sea? What are these worms looking for? Death? Suffering? Humiliation? Yes, they will get plenty of it. But Master Gas fought for people for some reason... For people... what does Ottar know about Gas? Nothing, really. – In this world... you are needed by no one, Ottar. We two are the only ones for whom the Blooddrinker matters. So... be so kind as to find some blood and let me eat. Otherwise... ah, it doesn't matter. Voidlings... I hate the damned Voidlings. Life... yes, I need to spite them all by infecting everything with life. With a desire for it. Blood is life. The time came for Ottar to wake up, and the hunger dissolved in his consciousness. Its form remained elusive. Was it the Blooddrinker himself, or her, or an amorphous monster with tentacles... who knows! But the hunger overshadowed the sweet dreams of her... and this problem needed to be solved as soon as possible! Ottar woke up, spent some time contemplating the ceiling, and tried to remember what day of the holiday it was. More precisely, he didn't care about the date, what was much more important were the events planned by the generous rulers of the capital