Fear Not The Fall, For I Will Catch You
“I remember… The flesh of the womb and the blood of the father as I tore myself from that coffin of life. I saw the hells and saw it plentiful, my angelic being corrupted and I had become this… Serpent of The Abyss.”
One of several crown princes of Hell and known as the Serpent of The Abyss. Taking the form of a monstrous sea creature, The Leviathan ruled over the seas on behalf of Lucifer, devouring the souls of many as they dared to cross his domain. While not a god of the ocean, his monstrous form and control over water made him a guardian of this realm. It would be his seas in which the Hells would perform their rituals as they prepared for their eventual war.
Born of the hells and created as a tool of destruction for the Lords of Hell, Leviathan knew only one purpose and for centuries there would be stories of giant creatures that would destroy ships at sea, send waves cascading against coastal towns and cause large tsunami's that would lead to destruction of cities.
In Hell, there is no loyalty to the cause or to an individual, there is loyalty to power. The more you commit to the lords, the more you do in their name the more power you can receive. Leviathan feasted on the souls of those lost at sea, for he hungered the power to defeat his foes. Only the powerful succeed in the eyes of his father Morningstar and Leviathan was prepared to fight and kill his brothers to survive.
I see… Lucifer, standing at the gates of Heaven with the blood of our foes at his feet. His blade still thirsty for the blood of his former brothers and sisters. I hear the screams of the Nephilim and Cherubims as they try to keep us out of their realm, but we destroy their faith by stepping past the pearly gates. I join in with the chaos, slaughtering the angels that try to stop us. I devour the souls of the soldiers I once served with. I see Lucifer sit upon the throne and in an instant become ruler of all that exists, heaven and hell, earth and the other reams.
We bow to our Lord who has lead us from our banishment to our salvation. We are in awe, but then he acts in the way we had always been taught to act. There can be no threats to power, no loose ends left. So we, the former Crown Princes of Hell are cut off. We were the servents of our own destruction.
I awaken from the dream… I can't see when this will occur, but I know that my time is short. Our greatest success will be our greatest failure
The Betrayal, One Thousand Years in The Making
I have a name, as we all do.
It is not Leviathan as they call me, it is a name far older, a name none remember. Something that exists only in the whispers of my memories. To those who summon, to have the name of an Angel or Demon gives you some power and control over it. So I placed my name in history, hidden deep within a single tome and legend, so that only someone looking for a powerful demon could discover it.
As predicted, a warlock would stumble upon my bread trail. ‘Alexander Morningstar’ How fitting. He drew his summoning circle, he even placed the controlling runes so that I could not escape. But he could not understand the power he was unleashing. Armed with my name he made demands of power, he wanted the strength to destroy his foes, to devour their souls. I said these were all within my power to give. So he released the barrier and discovered the true power he had stumbled upon. Not that he survived long enough to savour it.
I possessed this Warlock, removing myself from the hells. My loss would be noticed immediately and they wouldn't wait for a reason before hunting me down. I had to run. Always running from the forces that would see me killed for my treason. In a world full of the demonic, how do you hide? I turned to the only people that may offer me the sanctuary I needed. I turned to the Slayers, Shadowhunters and other groups that would see my destruction. In Hell, we take an angel who falls with open arms but the Heavens do not want a Demon in need of redemption. And yet, the desperate get few choices.
Alexander ‘Levi’ Morningstar
“If Angels can fall… Why can’t a demon Ascend?”
Age: Eternal- Visual age: 23
Status: On the run.
Species: Ascended Demon
A powerful Warlock made for a perfect vessel.
Alexander was ancient, though he did not age, he had the memories of ages long gone. His knowledge and control of magic meant that Leviathan could pool his power in this form, he had separated himself from his former consul. As a Warlock, he could blend into Downworlder society, exchanging magical services for money and places to hide. To the Hunters he could get an audience with, he could act as an information broker, for he had intimate knowledge of the Hells and those who resided there. With more basic knowledge and power however, he was able to build a small network of spies and agents who would assist in keeping watch for assassins.
Wanting to be redeemed for his actions, Levi helped people over-come demonic interventions, commonly being approached by fledgling vampires and Lycans who did not want to be slaves to their urges, in some cases their situation could be cured and in others, Leviathan knew how to satiate their urges for a time. Most of this he did purely to keep in the Shadowhunters good books rather than any dislike for the Demon-Spawn. In fact, many exist due to him and some even still adhere to his instruction despite his departure.
The facade of Alexander is one that was built on the back of a need to survive, a need to be hidden but also a need to hold influence. To those that meet him, he practically radiates confidence, most would never know he was running from something at all. No, the best way to hide is to in fact, not be hidden at all. It is to be untouchable. His connections, his deals and allies have made it so that harm to Alex would cause a great deal of trouble to the crown-princes that pursue him. This does not steady their blades, it merely dulls it for a time.
(Rough draft- Work in Progress. Planning to incorporate RP events into chacter story.)