the leviathan

to the world, the only hint of his existence are the remains of his 'pursuits' over millennia. decimated human remains dated to early ancient greece, records of unusually violent victors in roman gladiator matches, or many disturbing collections of paintings discovered throughout renaissance and modern art, a pattern of something murderous and savage can be found throughout history. with modern documentation comes the occasional newspaper story or investigation into strings of odd murders, but the futile searches are forgotten by the world. the macabre is naturally enticing to humanity-- but this innocent interest gives way to a grisly reality.

levi enjoys the puny mortals that occupy the earth. they are much more interesting than the fiery pits he once roamed. from his thousands of years he's learned how to play with these tiny creatures-- blend in with them, toy with them... and discard of them when his enjoyment is drained. when he hears the screams of terror, or the look of betrayal on one's face as the metallic blood spills on the floor and the flesh meets his lips, he can't help the grin that comes to his ever-changing face. his hunger is bottomless-- his thin veil of maliciousness and wit concealing a primal hunger that fully unleashed, is unfathomable to a mere mortal. unable to be quenched, he sheds his sharp words and arrogant acts to become a murder machine, desperate to devour anyone in his path.

his endeavors leave countless victims behind-- the poor souls whose mortal bodies he occupies until insanity, those he consumes like animals, even innocent bystanders unfortunate enough to witness his savagery. lives destroyed and manipulated for a sick pleasure, the only evidence the wide smile ever present on the leviathan's lips. take a simple young man-- one who has been through some trauma but persevered through tough times. can he persevere through this demon's torture? one thinks not...