“The bone density is incredible, the muscle strength is the highest I’ve seen… The neuron fire rate is amazing…”
Zorael stood in front of a glass tube, supporting himself against it with both his hands. His head was dropped in concentration, as he peered into the contents of the tube with his spirit’s sight.
“The skin durability is flawless. ‘should be able to be thrown into a volcano and walk out with no problems.
Those legs should work wonderfully on land, those fins should provide great speed and handling, and those wings should be workable in the air…”
He looked up to face the lifeless body floating in the tank before him. His eyes shined and he smiled brightly.
“I’ll need to test the mind structure, but, I think I’ve finally done it.
I’ve created my Leviathan!”
The room was empty, save for Zorael, his ever-present and ever-silent cat, and the project he has so tirelessly been working on. The walls of the room were thick and transparent, distorting the images of the aquatic wildlife gliding behind them. The room was lit with a bluish white light which illuminated everything clearly, save for the corner which Bootsie chose to rest in.
Zorael gazed entranced at his creation, marveling at his own work.
Like many of his creations before, this one had a mostly human structure adorned with otherworldly features. The skin of its face and the front of its torso was a milk white, and darkened in a gradient to the dark blue of its limbs and back. Its hair was a deeper blue than that of its skin. Made from thin tendrils, it was rich and thick in texture, and reached past its hips. Its form was strong, but streamlined. Detailed muscles were etched onto its torso, arms, and legs, and the bone structure was large enough to accommodate the muscle’s great strength. Sharp black claws tipped its hands and feet. Great wings furled behind it, cramped from the tube’s small space. And a mighty tail came from its waist, and ended in a wide tail fin. Thick, dense scales lined the body, and two rows of mighty black horns adorned its head. Some words were etched on the side of the front left horn, but were too small to make out from a distance.
“I may have gone overboard with his decorations, but… No, he’s perfect.”
Small twitches spasmed through Leviathan’s body as the first signs of life made themselves apparent. Zorael nearly toppled in joy and excitement, and rushed to remove his protective tubing and the liquid supporting him. He rushed forward, and held Leviathan as he slumped forward. As Leviathan came to, he grimaced in pain, and held his hand to his head.
“Easy now,” said Zorael comfortingly. “You’re alright.
Welcome to the living world. I’m Zorael. I made you.
You will be living in the…”
Zorael noticed Leviathan’s arm. It was no longer grasping his head. Instead, it was pointed straight forward.
Through Zorael’s chest.
Zorael looked at Leviathan’s face. He did not recognize any of the intelligence he worked for so long to create. Instead, he saw pain and fear. And most noticeably, anger.
Zorael’s mind raced at the scenario, as his body was flung at the wall.
Leviathan stood before his birthing chamber. His feet were wide, his knees were low, his back was arced forward, his arms were curled in front of him, and his claws were wide. His gaze was low, and his fanged teeth were bared in a bestial snarl. He growled; low at first, but growing quickly in intensity.
He flapped his wings as he arced his back, screeching at the ceiling in animalistic rage. His hands swiped backwards, and his tail thrashed behind him.
He noticed a shadow of a movement dart from the corner of the room to the room’s exit. Not waiting to analyze it, he instead lunged forward in chase after it. He slammed against the door’s frame, twisting his body to follow after his target. He darted forward, keeping his body close to the floor, and violently slamming his feet against the floor with each step. His fangs were bared and his claws were at his side, ready to strike. He gave chase through the halls, inching closer with each second.
As they ran, the rooms around them roared to life as animals howled at their passing. They ran closer and closer to the castle’s interior; Bootsie running for her life, and Leviathan chasing in a mindless rage. Bootsie’s knowledge of the castle allowed her to keep some distance from her pursuer, but Leviathan’s speed was much greater. He sprinted closer to her, and readied a strike.
A huge mass slammed into Leviathan from his side, crushing him into the wall. Splinters of ice flew everywhere as walls shattered. Leviathan was pinned to the wall, and Bootsie fled without a backwards glance.
Leviathan pushed hard, shoving the mass off him. He turned, and found himself facing Behemoth. The beast slammed the ground with his fist, and tossed his head back and forward. He gave a great roar, challenging Leviathan. Leviathan gave a shriek in reply, and lunged forward.
Leviathan brought his claw forward, tearing into Behemoth’s chest. Behemoth brought his forearm across, slamming into Leviathan and launching him down the corridor. Leviathan landed on his feet, and dug into the ice to stop himself. He lunged forward immediately, once again tearing at Behemoth. Behemoth brought his forearms together to block the claws, and swiped wildly in defense. Leviathan dove beneath and leaped above the flailing arms, and leapt inside them to continue his attacks. Behemoth grabbed Leviathan in his fist, and thrust that fist at the wall.
Leviathan broke out just before Behemoth’s fist struck the wall. Using his arm as a support, Leviathan pushed against the wall with his legs, turned in mid-air, and slammed into Behemoth’s head with his knee. Behemoth was knocked backwards from the force, and fell onto his back. Leviathan seized the opportunity, and leapt onto his chest. He thrust his claws into his gut, thrusting repeatedly and without mercy. Behemoth swung his arms wildly to get Leviathan off, but was always met with a kick which secured his hold. Leviathan continued his onslaught without tire; ripping and tearing flesh with each strike, and opening a deep hole in Behemoth’s chest.
A massive torrent of water crashed through the walls of the castle. They slammed into Leviathan, tearing him from Behemoth. He was pushed through multiple walls, destroying multiple rooms before he was thrust outside the castle’s perimeter. He floundered in the waters he was tossed into for a moment, before finding his balance. He looked around wildly, trying to identify his new foe, before finding himself caught in a raging current. He was drug deeper and deeper in to the planet’s crushing depths. He fought against it, kicking his tail and flapping his wings away from the current’s drag, until he finally broke free. He swam in serpentine motions towards the surface, racing swiftly through the waters to flee his unseen foe. He broke the surface and leapt through the air. At the peak of his jump, he unfurled his wings and took flight, keeping his eye on the night sky. Noticing sudden darkness, he turned around. He had just enough time to brace himself as massive wave of water crashed into him, and drug him back toward the depths.
He kicked and he twisted, but he couldn’t free himself. He tumbled helplessly to the depths, until he found himself facing the brilliant lightsource of the planet. The glowing orb condensed, then elongated. The light took the shape of a great winged serpent, and it curled itself in front of Leviathan.
The light struck forward. Leviathan had just enough time to brace himself before being consumed by the light’s maw.
Darkness fell over the planet.
Zorael found himself in a tube when he awoke, suspended in water. On either side of his tube was another tube, carrying a nearly identical body as his. He opened the casing, letting the water wash over the floor and the case crash against the ground. He walked forward, slowly, with his head tilted down and a grave expression on his face. Before long, he came across the body of Behemoth lying in a pool of his own blood.
With a faint motion of his hand, the blood pooled together, and came to rest above the beast’s wound. As it pushed into the wound, fibers of the wound’s walls began to weave together, shallowing the opening.
“I do not like your new pet,” Behemoth said with a strained voice. “He does not fight right.”
“Yeah…” Zorael replied. “I made a mistake. Sit still for a while.”
Behemoth just slumped his head back against the ground with a groan. The wound still looked hideous, but the amount of bloodloss from it was manageable.
Zorael left Behemoth, and walked with the same heavy gait as before. He made his way to the pathway outside his castle’s gate. After a short while, he came across a body floating in the waters. He stood still in watch as the waters brought the body to him.
Leviathan’s body laid limp against the walkway. Deep, bloodless gashes lined his body, and a faint aura radiated from him.
Zorael knelt down before the body. He took it into his arms. And he wept.
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