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sea_greenSome days, Leviathan loved being on earth. Humans were so easy to tempt into jealousy, into petty spite and arguments and all the delicious little effects that covetousness brought upon them. He loved to sit back and watch the chaos that ensued with just the tiniest effort on his part.
Today was not one of those days.
Today he was jealous himself of all the demon Princes probably having the time of their lives down in the pit, because today was boring .
To top it off, the winding angelic script on his arm had been itching and he didn't know what that meant. He knew the script spelled out the name of his soulmate, an archaic tradition that demons hadn't quite found a way to get rid of, and he was even able to read it (demons continued to use angelic script, after all so many of them were fallen what was the point inventing a new one when there was one they could use already?) But he didn't particularly care about it. Of course, he felt envy (as a matter of course) for those who had found their soulmate, particularly those few demons who had located theirs in hell itself, but that often passed as so many of his desires did, and here on earth it hardly bothered him at all.
So why, here, now, was the blessed thing driving him crazy? Stupid human body...
Today was not one of those days.
Today he was jealous himself of all the demon Princes probably having the time of their lives down in the pit, because today was boring .
To top it off, the winding angelic script on his arm had been itching and he didn't know what that meant. He knew the script spelled out the name of his soulmate, an archaic tradition that demons hadn't quite found a way to get rid of, and he was even able to read it (demons continued to use angelic script, after all so many of them were fallen what was the point inventing a new one when there was one they could use already?) But he didn't particularly care about it. Of course, he felt envy (as a matter of course) for those who had found their soulmate, particularly those few demons who had located theirs in hell itself, but that often passed as so many of his desires did, and here on earth it hardly bothered him at all.
So why, here, now, was the blessed thing driving him crazy? Stupid human body...
