Post by Leviathan/Robert Leviz on Mar 16, 2014 16:40:56 GMT -5
A Fourteen year old boy had turned up in the kingdom oh so very recently going from door to door, seeking shelter, comfort and food, yet he found no one who would let him in, all turned him away, some accusing him of being a thief, others thinking him there t harm their family. There were others who realized exactly who he was and turned away out of fear of what might happen if they let him in, out of the desperation to keep the monstrous leviathan at bay, unaware of the boys true state right now. They had heard the stories of those that had got close to the boy and he had ended up killing them or destroying their homes and kingdom, they knew the legends and tales of the leviathan and what it could do, they would not risk such a danger on them and their family's. However if they knew that right now he was just a sick dying young boy in need of a comforting kind face, they might of let him in, if they knew he could no longer turn into the beast.
It had been a long old time since the boy had kept close friends, most had left him in fear, others died of old age and the rest well they had died tragically at his own claws. He had no one left to stay with and it was difficult for him to form any kind of attachment, having gone cold to guilt and most feelings a long time ago, having been numbed to most pains. But since the beginning of his long two years of dying slowly he felt things he had not felt open up. The utter guilt and torment at what had happened to his family and what he had become and the agonizing pain of being what he was, the pain of his magic ripping apart at his soul and very heart. That pain that drove him insane. "And now I take a leap of the pier and take another dance, pain everlasting in my eyes I see nothing clearly" He spoke to himself words that made utterly no sense at all. Now though there was another more crippling pain that ate away at his very being, death was coming and it was coming fast, faster now he could feel it eating away at him, talking to him. "Blessed relief comes soon, I hear it in my ears it welcomes me I love it all he says hello," once again talking to himself anyone who looked at him would think him mad, in a way he was.
The Boy was dying slowly and had been for two years, why was he dying and how, well that story was one he did not want to share right now, he just wanted to die, yet it still continued the agonizing torment of his life, just why would it not stop?
Who was the boy you ask? Well his Name was Robert Du Lucas also known as the Leviathan, or was ever since he had began to die he had found it harder to turn into that beast, which was a blessed relief, He was also known as insanity incarnate. "Insane in the rain," He muttered to himself as he continued his trek. A cruel name if you asked him but not a name without reason, thanks to his almost eternal torment he had gone insane utterly insane , so he could not blame people for the nickname, he hated it though with a fiery passion, when people learned who he was he was often thrown out of a town and feared. He hated being feared he wanted to be normal or just death, death would be good. he wasn't always so insane though, he could hide it at times.
Robert had decided to try one last place, it was the Evil Queens castle, he was unsure if he would be even let in, it was dark and he was utterly drenched a storm had come in and he had walked through it in the cold, he cared not for a fever or a cold now, he was going to die anyway so he was past caring, he needed a place to rest his head. He knew of the queens reputation and he cared not for it, if anything he liked the company of people surrounded by darkness and dark magic. He may have both dark magic and True Love magic coursing through his body but that did not mean the goody toes shoes people was his thing. His clothes were ragged and he was now deathly pale, anyone could tell he was unwell now. He stopped at the castle doors and sighed. He focused on his magic no matter how painful it was and knocked on the door's the magic echoing it and carrying the knocks throughout the castle .
Regina Mills
It had been a long old time since the boy had kept close friends, most had left him in fear, others died of old age and the rest well they had died tragically at his own claws. He had no one left to stay with and it was difficult for him to form any kind of attachment, having gone cold to guilt and most feelings a long time ago, having been numbed to most pains. But since the beginning of his long two years of dying slowly he felt things he had not felt open up. The utter guilt and torment at what had happened to his family and what he had become and the agonizing pain of being what he was, the pain of his magic ripping apart at his soul and very heart. That pain that drove him insane. "And now I take a leap of the pier and take another dance, pain everlasting in my eyes I see nothing clearly" He spoke to himself words that made utterly no sense at all. Now though there was another more crippling pain that ate away at his very being, death was coming and it was coming fast, faster now he could feel it eating away at him, talking to him. "Blessed relief comes soon, I hear it in my ears it welcomes me I love it all he says hello," once again talking to himself anyone who looked at him would think him mad, in a way he was.
The Boy was dying slowly and had been for two years, why was he dying and how, well that story was one he did not want to share right now, he just wanted to die, yet it still continued the agonizing torment of his life, just why would it not stop?
Who was the boy you ask? Well his Name was Robert Du Lucas also known as the Leviathan, or was ever since he had began to die he had found it harder to turn into that beast, which was a blessed relief, He was also known as insanity incarnate. "Insane in the rain," He muttered to himself as he continued his trek. A cruel name if you asked him but not a name without reason, thanks to his almost eternal torment he had gone insane utterly insane , so he could not blame people for the nickname, he hated it though with a fiery passion, when people learned who he was he was often thrown out of a town and feared. He hated being feared he wanted to be normal or just death, death would be good. he wasn't always so insane though, he could hide it at times.
Robert had decided to try one last place, it was the Evil Queens castle, he was unsure if he would be even let in, it was dark and he was utterly drenched a storm had come in and he had walked through it in the cold, he cared not for a fever or a cold now, he was going to die anyway so he was past caring, he needed a place to rest his head. He knew of the queens reputation and he cared not for it, if anything he liked the company of people surrounded by darkness and dark magic. He may have both dark magic and True Love magic coursing through his body but that did not mean the goody toes shoes people was his thing. His clothes were ragged and he was now deathly pale, anyone could tell he was unwell now. He stopped at the castle doors and sighed. He focused on his magic no matter how painful it was and knocked on the door's the magic echoing it and carrying the knocks throughout the castle .
Regina Mills