#also at least waiting this long meant i got to use a nightbringer promo line

[inhuman-obey-me]

Congrats for 2.7k followers!! You guys are the best in writing, I always come back and reread a LOTT from your master list! For the request, can I have "🖤 - You fell in love with the evil that you bare" with Levi?? Don't care if mc is included-- I wish y'all a great day and take caree ^v^

This is like 8 months late and we're so so sorry for the very long wait!! But thank you so much for the sweet words -- that really means a lot and we're so happy people still enjoy our writing!! ; /// ; ❤️

"You fell in love with the evil that you bare." - Leviathan

“I never wanted to come to this awful place to begin with!”

Leviathan’s eyes open with a start, his heart racing and breath shallow. Slowly, his surroundings come into focus – the soft blue glow highlighting the rim of the bathtub he was nestled in, the dim light flowing through his jellyfish fixtures, the posters and figures on the wall and shelves in view. He was in his room, in the present day – not in the past, like in his dream. With a sigh, he heaves himself up and folds himself over a side of his porcelain bed, watching Henry 2.0 swimming in the vast aquarium mere feet away. 

It had been ages since he had dreamt of the Great Celestial War or of their fall, which often were strange distortions of his own memory. Tonight it seemed his subconscious decided to remind him of a time soon after their fall, a time where Leviathan was full of anguish and despair at becoming a demon – the very beings he had before fought so valiantly against, had led the entire Celestial Army to defeat until a truce of peace had been declared. His life up until that point he had had the hatred for demons so firmly instilled in him, and even with movements towards tolerance and his own rebellion against the Celestial Realm’s ways, centuries of hate could not be so easily unlearned. 

Avatar of Envy, he soon was titled. Strange to think that the envy had rooted its way in his heart even before the war. With peace declared, he had lost his purpose – what was a General to do if there was no point in preparing troops for battle? No strategies to devise? He was rendered useless, his position defunct. How he envied the others who still seemed to have some purpose, some worth – no one ever said he might as well be gone, but why would they? It was clear as the bright celestial sky. 

But then he was asked to join Lucifer in his battle against the Celestial Realm, against their Father. And he joined, because he too had realized the unfairness of it all, not just of the punishment dealt to their sister who had just acted on love but to all the other strange cracks that their Father tried to hide or excuse. So he joined, because it was the right thing to do and oh he could be useful again! 

And then they failed. 

He failed.

As he fell, as white wings and halo were traded for a serpentine tail and branching horns and scales, he felt that envy burn brightly. It consumed him, it enraged him, it sickened him. The ugliest parts of him now spilled from him and oh how he hated it! Hated what he had become with every fiber of his being – and so he hid himself away, fearing to even look in the mirror and see eyes of raging envy look back at him. 

But then, ever-so-slowly, Leviathan acclimated to his new demonic nature. To be named an Avatar was one of great pride and importance in the Devildom, the very manifestation of the sin. It was who he was, and he even was named the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy (though he questioned the need with established peace). He would act on his temptations, on selfishness, on more violent and cruel impulses that would have shocked his former self. He began to find joy in raking his claws through an offending demon, joy in absorbing himself utterly and completely in his passions, joy in his power. 

There was a strange freedom to it all, one he was not afforded in the Celestial Realm. A freedom that had been for so long seen as evil by those more sanctimonious. 

Leviathan was by one of his shelves now, his hands having found one of his novels that he now absentmindedly flipped through, thumb brushing the edges of pages until it caught on one. He glanced down at the page, and he caught sight of a line: “You fell in love with the evil that you bare.” 

Had he fallen in love with it? Or had he merely accepted it, and had found his moments of exhilaration through it all? The freedom, that embodiment of sin that was his to claim. 

He placed the book back, dropping into his chair to boot his latest game up. A wry, hopeless smirk crossed his lips as he watched the 2d demon slayer dance across the screen.

What did it matter? It was pointless to think too long on the question, because the answer wouldn’t change a thing.

He let himself fade into another world once more.