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The reason he was feared is only because you could not get closer to him unless he emerged out of the safety of the water. The path starts to clear out, leading to a wide concave bottom where I see the great demon prince of envy sleeping. Leviathan is a serpentine like monster with thick, rock-like scales. Around his neck are six tentacle like arms with pointed tips that move like they have their own free will. He is smaller compared to him in the future, which I consider a good sign. I waited until my adaptability powers were working to heal the burning sensation on my body, especially my eyes, before swimming down and drawing my dagger from the shadows. Leviathan is crying in his sleep, wh

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

“Good, I need you to do a simple ritual for me to bring somebody to earth” “I see, so you want to bring more problems on humanity” “Not really” he said “And who’s this person” “He’s a very interesting personality” “What’s his name?” she asked “Bazel” Lucifer smiling… “What’s his profile?” Maria asked resting on her kitchen cabinet “Most powerful, most dangerous Leviathan and is Metatron’s biggest challenge” “Hmmm, sounds like a war machine” she said “That’s why I love you, smart girl; War machine correct”

The World-Devouring Leviathan blotted out the sky. It was a creature born from the primordial chaos of the Upper Realm, a beast so massive its golden scales scraped the edge of the stratosphere. Its cavernous maw opened, revealing rows of teeth the size of skyscrapers and a swirling vortex of gravitational force that began to pull the very clouds, the snow, and the smaller debris of the Blackwood Wastes into its throat. High above, the Celestial General riding his six-winged lion smirked. The mortals had put up an entertaining fight with their strange metal armor and flying brass pots, but this was the end. You cannot punch a moon.

"I am not going to allow that. You are not going to him. You have done nothing wrong. Stop blaming yourself! He's the one to be blamed because he keeps coming after you! I can't let you go!" Lilith grabbed both of her arms and stared into her eyes. "Trust me, please? I know you don't want me to leave. I also don't want to leave but this is my only option to help you all. I can't be here while he causes havoc!" Then she looked at her sleeping baby. "Maybe he's going to soften when he sees a sin with me," "That isn't his son?" "I've been thinking... As he grows, there's great resemblance with Leon. I can see it and I've been living in denial for a long time. I think I can see it now. He looks

It had dark aesthetic, portraying the fact that Axel’s best color was black. She stared around the room and her eyes landed on a big frame on the wall. It was a dark painting of a boy alone in the wilderness, standing in front of a lion with no weapons in his hand. Her eyes dimmed. The painting had a deep meaning and she was curious to why Axel had such in his room. That was the only painting in the room, not even a picture frame of Axel was present. Her gaze landed on the documents on the locker‘s top. She read some of the details and noticed it was a school result of a student named, “Daisy Anderson.”

Demeter in mere irritation poured the unfinished drink with all the grains of barley over him. Immediately, his cheeks came out in spots and where his arms had been, legs grew. A tail was added to his altered limbs. To keep his mischief small, he shrank until he was tinier than a lizard. The old crone was amazed, in tears, and bent down to touch the changeling creature, but it fled to find a hiding-crack. It had a name to suit its coloured skin - a starry-spotted newt.

This was the real cost of the empire Sandro had built. This was the devil she had married. Yet beneath the revulsion, a twisted attraction stirred. The way he stood there, powerful and unyielding, blood on his hands because someone had dared threaten her… it unlocked a primal part of her she hated herself for acknowledging. Her body still hummed from their earlier encounters, and now this raw display of dominance only heightened the conflicting pull inside her. She was horrified. She was also, shamefully, drawn to the monster who would burn the world to keep her safe.