Between people coming in for their various needed magical trinkets, charms and things, I went to the book section and flipped through all sorts of books we had trying to find information on Leviathan: I need to know what kind of person I am dealing with in terms of his son.
“Let’s see…let’s see” I said as I flipped through pages, “Leviathan is a sea serpent from Judaism…referenced multiple times throughout the Hebrew bible as well as the Book of Enoch which is an apocryphal story. Often referred to as Canaanite Lotan, a primeval monster defeated by the god Baal Hadad. Leviathan parallels the role of the Mesopotamian being called Tiamat. Many stories of dragons and world serpent narratives such as Vrytra or Jӧrmungandr have often been depicted as a golden sea serpent. Leviathan is often seen as an image alongside Satan as Leviathan threatens both God’s creatures and God’s creation, both by threats of consumption and flooding with world with the waters of chaos.” I read, looking back to the cover of the book: it was a book of Satanism, a compendium of any and all of the most notable demons of hell. I turned back towards the table of contents to see the chapters. “Let’s see…Chapter 1: Asmodeus, archdemon of lust…Chapter 2: Beelzebub, archdemon of gluttony…Chapter 3: Belphegor, archdemon of sloth….Chapter 4: Leviathan, archdemon of envy…Chapter 5: Lucifer, archdemon of pride…Chapter 6: Mammon, archdemon of greed…Chapter 7: Satan, archdemon of wrath…Chapter 8: Lilith, mother of monsters…Chapter 9: Aamon, 10: Abaddon and Apollyon, 11: Astaroth, 12: Azazel, 13: Baal, 14: Balam, 15: Baphomet, 16: Behemoth, 17: Beleth, 18: Belial, 19: Dantalion, 20: Gaap, 21: Furcas, 22: Iblis, 23: Choronzon, 24: Guayota, 25: Mephistopheles…26: The Heirs of the Eight Royals.” I read as I let my fingers slide down the extremely brittle parchment: all of the pictures were lithographic prints that had ink turning browns and reds with age, the edges of every page was flaked, mouse eaten and stained, dark browns along the edges along the pages and even spots of dried blood along some spots. I flipped all the way to the back of the book to that 26th chapter, the chapter was marked across the top with the printed gothic styled in that same browning/reddening ink showing the impossible age of the book; Chapter 26: The Heirs of the Eight Royals, stamped along the top of the page, but below it was a group of eight figures whom were…rather humanoid looking.
The first figure in the arch was a tall and rather statuesque looking man, long black hair and eyes depicted in different shades of the stamped ink, arms out showing they were blanketed in jewelry, dressed in showy and resplendent robes, but this massive elaborate horns off their temples, patches of what looked like wrinkled leathery skin, massive nails and wings and tail. Second was a taller figure whom was neither masculine or feminine, dressed in heavy makeup and jewelry, long very curly hair and ethereal looking features, dressed in extremely feminine clothing. Third is a masculine figure of average height and deeper toned skin, long dreadlocked hair, huge horns, sharp teeth, pointed ears and patches of scales across their person. Fourth was a shorter man with long hair, huge horns and skin patterned like he had vitiligo, dressed in swamping fur adorned robes. Fifth was a very tall, broad and muscular woman with sharp teeth, massive horns, pierced and tattooed, dressed in masses of spikes and chains, in a suit of armor with a massive sword in hand. Sixth was a shorter woman, fuller figured with long hair pushed and pulled into a crest of ponytails with paler streaks depicted, dressed in rather armor like clothing, but no weapon visible save for very spiked gloves and boots. Seventh was a taller woman, long wavy hair, elaborate makeup and dressed in a gorgeous, resplendent gown…behind them all and overseeing them like a Big Brother like figure was a much, much taller man that was…extremely familiar looking. Dressed in armor mixed with robes, chest length tightly waved hair, massive horns and four eyes with a diamond shaped piece over his forehead, but it was without a doubt Kálmán Varga.
I flipped through the pages to the last section, the name on the page was not Kálmán Varga, the name on the page was…Tempesetitas. There was another lithograph on the previous page, depicting the raging sea with this massive sea serpent breaching with a galleon in its jaws.
“Tempestitas: the first heir of the rulers of the Hells, born of a mortal, human woman upwards of either three centuries or the bottom of four. His mother was an impossibly famous pirate captain whom was known for her bloodthirst, her dangerousness and her absolute distain for people in the law-keeping profession with a total of over ten thousand ships sunk under her banner. This ruthlessness lead Leviathan to showing himself before her and soon she bore him a son, named Tempestitas, crowned as the heir and source of all of the sea’s rage, all of the storm’s might and all of the wrath of the quaking earth. A formidable knight of the Hells, heir to the throne of the Unrvalsea and the most powerful and deadly of all of the heirs.” I read, letting my index finger and pinkie finger slide down along the margins as I looked at all of the text, the text seemed to get fresher and fresher as it went down. I turned the page as I got to the end and the information continued, depicting stories of Tempestitas joining in the world wars for the sake of fun, the sake of killing and for the sake of smelling, tasting and feeling blood on his hands again, it spoke of how he can call forth all of the ocean’s predators to him and to his aid. However, the next page spoke of something far more recent, it spoke of a human who was able to sway the power of Tempestitas to his own side, that Tempestitas slew a god for the human and gifted the human the god’s power and divinity to make him a god, Tempestitas in turn made it so that he would only gift the human the god’s divinity as a promise of marriage.
I sat on the floor as I kept reading the pages, adjacent to the last page was another lithograph, but it was far, far different than the others: the others looked like they were made in the era of when lithographs were made, this one almost felt…modern. It depicted Tempestitas, standing on a large strong outcropping with waves crashing around him, scaled and adorned in serpentine features, shirtless and looking downwards towards a figure who lay reclined against his arm, arms hanging low and his head dropped low, just wrapped in a diaphanous fabric that cascaded into snow and ice around the rock as this mane of curly black hair fell down in the depictions and miss-matched eyes were depicted. It is…without a doubt that same man in the adverts.
“Who are these two” I said quietly
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