Leviathan

[ Tom Ellis, male, he/him] whatever you think you know about LEVIATHAN  PRINCE, the UNKNOWN year old, PANSEXUAL, LOCAL, it is likely time for you to start reconsidering. the rumored DEMON ( PRINCE OF HELL) is often described as DETERMINED + CREATIVE, but don’t let them fool you; they can also be RESENTFUL+ CONCEITED, which often has them regarded as the THE PRINCE. they are a/an MAYOR at TOWN HALL, but it’s also said they are a/an PRINCE AND HEIR within the COURT OF HELL. whatever you hear, you can’t deny there’s more to them that meets the eye, and it’s time we start uncovering the truth.

"Heir to hell actually, which is a lot more than you can say. Isn't it, my fluffy little friend?"

The soft thuds of his footfalls crunched twigs and dried leaves underfoot as Kaden jogged along the trail. He knew the forest wasn’t the most welcoming place these days, but it still had some of the better trails for jogging - and so he tried to keep his route on the trails closest to the city itself. The last thing he needed or wanted to deal with was his mother’s psycho-ex-alpha’s pack thinking the Peaks Pack was encroaching on their land or something.

As he ran, the young teen took in the brisk air of the chilly afternoon - lightly questioning whether he should have chosen to jog in something warmer than a tank top and shorts. He hadn’t wanted to work up a sweat in something that he’d feel overheated in, after all. ( @risingpeaksreblogs​ )

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Levi wasn’t one who needed to work out or even do much to keep in shape, that was the plus of being a demon who could shapeshift and take over the bodies of others. Though there was plenty of reason for him to be in the woods, just none of them being rather wonderful. The nemeton however was something that he like any other supernatural creature was drawn to and he enjoyed checking in on the witches that showed up to the thing to give offerings or to draw power from it. Seeing the young wolf running around he rolls his eyes, “You do realize that freezing to death while out on a jog is a terrible story to have written about ones self in the paper. The crime blog is a much more interesting column to be added into, not that I would condone such a thing.”

Apparently it was going to snow soon and despite having lived here for most of her, she spent the first few years in a rather cold part of Maine. Plus, with being a shapeshifter her body heat kept her warm at all times so she never had to worry about getting a cold. “I wonder when it’s going to snow,” she mused aloud, probably a bit too excited.

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Levi walking up on the other with a coffee in hand took a sip from the cup and looked to the shapeshifter, “Oh I suspect it will be sooner rather than later, the mountain protects us a great deal but we’re due for a good dusting.” He didn’t mind the snow, it didn’t bother him anymore than great heat but he didn’t enjoy the wet clothes that came with either one of those.

“As a founding family, I’m sure you deserve much longer than half a term.” Sebastian chuckled, having some more of his drink. There was nothing wrong with schmoozing in the right circles, after all. “Also it was more intrigue than anything. My friend’s son moved here, I got curious and came to see if it was somewhere I wanted myself and my daughter to live. There’s something attractive about this place, though it isn’t something I can put my finger on. I like what I’ve seen so far, despite the… ongoing situations. I’m pretty sure I’ll be staying long-term.

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Levi gives a mild shrug of his shoulders, “People don’t know much about history anymore these days, though I assure you I have little doubt I will make it further than that.” He had hopes and if the tides turn he had other means to keep his place in office if need be. “Its the fresh air and sites or well that is how we at town hall certainly express it.” The nemeton had a huge part to play that was for sure and the fact there was another, it bothered Levi that Spear had it hidden away on their land. “Well we appreciate your thick blood, sticking around when things seem a little dark. After all things are always their darkest before the light or whatever the expression is.”

Hearing that the mayor wanted to honor those that were lost, rather than have a party by himself didn’t seem too believable, especially when this wasn’t for publicity, but she didn’t want to insult the man, so she simply sat down.

“I suppose I can have at least one drink to that. My dad did like a drink every now and again.” She muttered, taking a glass. He wasn’t an alcoholic, but one drink at the end of the day never hurt him. “There’s… far too much death for a small town like this. No offence but I’m starting to think I should tell my mom to get us the hell out of here.”

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“Ah so you are one of the Spear folks, I figured as much. I am sorry about your father’s loss, I understand how that feels to lose ones father.” Though his own wasn’t dead he might as well have been since it had been so long since Levi has seen or spoken to him. “I don’t blame you for it at all, love. In fact I would say the same thing, far too many deaths though I can only look to the Sheriff’s office to do anything about it. Best I can do is enforce curfews, which seems to be rather disliked by general population.”

The Rumblin’ wasn’t exactly Samara’s scene, but she decided to give it a chance since a few of the younger members of the Crescent Coven invited her to tag along. She told herself it’d be a good way to get to know her fellow witches, to gather information about the coven’s past and maybe even bond with everyone. However, their sheltered perspectives and judgmental snarky comments soon got on Samara’s nerves , the necromancer excusing herself from the group after only twenty minutes of hanging out with them.

The brunette was on her way to the bar when she overheard the man in an expensive suit argue his way around getting cut off, hesitating for a moment when he invited her to join him. Samara looked back at the members’ of her coven, following the stranger when she realized they were unbothered by her absence. “The owner must be pretty generous,” she commented, settling at the man’s side. “Allowing their friends a whole bottle for free is bound to get expensive.” Especially since the stranger seemed to have a pretty costly taste.

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Levi lets out a laugh, “For free? Hardly, I settle my debts before I leave. I never pay for something before I experience it, that’s how you end up disappointed with an empty wallet.” He wasn’t going to take from the locals, it wouldn’t look good on the mayor to do such a thing. “I simply don’t like when someone counts my drinks.” Especially since it didn’t hit him in the same way it hit others, what was some shots compared to the heir to hell? “Though it doesn’t hurt to owe the mayor a favor or two, I do think the free bottles are more so up the fire marshal’s alley.”

“Nice to meet you, Levi. Or would you prefer Mayor Prince?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. There was something about this man he didn’t hate, almost a respect, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Perhaps it was simply his position that garnered his respect. “My names Sebastian Arguello. You have quite the town here, it’s very… fascinating.” He smiled, taking a drink. “How long have you been in charge?”

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“We’re not in formal setting, Levi will work for now.” He wasn’t a complete ass about his title after all calling himself Mr. Prince was more a personal joke than anything. “Well I wish I could claim all the credit there but its always been a rather place even if not all the people in it are interesting.” He answers honestly since there was a great amount of time when it seemed to be mostly humans living in it. Something that angered his mother a great deal but over the years the supernatural have taken it back in shadows. “What brought you to our little town, Sebastian? The sights?” He questions as he takes a sip from his glass. “Since birth but as mayor of this lovely little town its been about half a term now. My family is one of the founding families eons ago and I moved back recently.” 

Sebastian chuckled at the man, having been just about to grab a drink for himself, but at the invitation who was he to refuse? “Don’t mind if I do, I’m not one to turn down a free drink.” He laughed, taking a seat at the man’s table. “Do you do this often then? Buy random drinks for random strangers? Maybe I should have moved here sooner.”

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Levi hadn’t seen the male before but he spot one of his children a mile away and why this one was in town made him curious. Witches who tend to use darker magics stood out to the demon prince, he offers the other a smile, “As mayor of town I do like to reach out to my public. Certainly would benefit me to greet the visitors of our little town. Levi Prince,” The demon offers his hand out to the other in greeting.

Does your muse have any distinct memories of celebrating Thanksgiving with their family?

vintage barrels of scotch, and well souls? I suppose, got more than one knows what to do with at this point.

betsa  had  been  listening  to  the  other’s conversation  longer  than  she  would  actually  admit. she  was  curious, maybe  too  nosy  to  even  be  able  to  admit  it.  but  she  wasn’t going  to  be  the  one  turning  down  that  offer, after  all,  she  didn’t  have  anything  better to  do.  “  i’m  not  going  to  say  no  to  a  drink  ”  the  werewolf shrugged,  a  smile  tugging  the  corners  of  her  lips.

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“I would be surprised if you did.” Levi replies pouring a drink out for the other as she took a seat. “I have some questions for you actually, an off the record sort of thing.” The demon prince admits and knowing that free drinks was likely to butter anyone up. “You are close with the sheriff are you not?”

The Mayor had become a hard person to find. Even after he’d gotten some information from Nyx, there were still blanks to fill from his Halloween night. For some reason, the one memory that hadn’t faded into oblivion was the image of the Mayor as an angel, carrying around a drink… Yet, whenever Mando had gone to the Town Hall, Mayor Prince never seemed available.

It took some irritation alchemizing into hunger for his senses to kick back in and the wendigo finally managed to catch a trail. Following it, he’d never thought it’d end with Levi Prince asking him to join in on his private time. Then again, the wendigo guessed these were private matters. “I would love that actually,” the gravedigger countered. “Never really thought about how busy politicians could be until I needed to speak to you.”

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Levi would have rolled his eyes at the gravedigger but he was too open to the public to be seen doing that. “Armando isn’t it?” He asks though he knew better than he cared to about what this man’s man was. “Even more busy when the whole town is on alert given the recent bodies that came up after the Halloween event.”

“What….? No! I don’t think I’m better than anyone! Brooke is amazing at her job, but I know that sometimes the authorities aren’t always transparent with the public about everything that goes on…” Arynn shook his head a few quick times. While Arynn prided himself on his ability to wield sarcasm and witty remarks, the Mayor was on another level entirely. His rapid questions and smooth remarks were tripping up the young man’s thought process and had him fumbling over his words as he tried to reconstruct what he wanted to say.

“Uh…yes, well.” He cleared his throat some as Levi all but said ‘duh’ to his lack of formal education on engineering. “My motto. You know, I bet it probably would be. Kind of fitting.” He strayed briefly before reigning his thoughts back in. Yet, as Levi continued speaking and dismissing the ordeal of the festival as nothing but poor budgeting for cheap decorations and a festival theme gone wrong, his brow only furrowed.

The fogginess in his head had so many holes within it that, for a moment, the explanations Levi gave him almost started to piece themselves into the gaps in his memory as his brain tried to find solace in some form of completion to its puzzles. “No, that.. that doesn’t sound right at all, Mayor… Mister? Sir.” He decided on an honorific.

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“And you don’t believe that the public should be left out of anything? That perhaps there are some things that are too extreme or perhaps too horrific for them to know?” Levi wondered what the world would be like if they knew about the supernatural, would be it  a dog eat dog world of humans being a free for all buffet? And therefore feel the need to hunt the supernatural back to protect themselves? He rather doubted that they could life together peacefully for all time, that was a tad too hopeful for any demon. 

“No? What about it doesn’t seem right to you? And on what grounds other than ‘My tummy does sit well with it’ because I think we can all agree that’s not a convincing argument.”  

Destiny rarely headed to clubs, much happier at home with a clear mind, or out with friends (though she couldn’t really picture Fish coming here either). But she needed some time without people that knew her. It wasn’t going so well though, the bartender arguing with her about whether her ID was fake or not.

She walked away from the bar as the mayor approached her, and she raised her eyebrows. “So long as you don’t mind that apparently I don’t look over 21, sure.” She shrugged, taking a seat at the table. Who was she to turn down the mayor, after all? “Are you… celebrating something?”

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Levi waves a hand at the issue of how her looks and her age don’t align well. “I’ve learned ages ago not to assume anyone’s age based on appearance alone.” He answers honestly after all he lost count of his own years and he hated to think of putting a number to his mother’s either. “Celebrating? No, that would be in rather poor taste.” It was a lie, or rather it wasn’t, it would be in poor taste for the mayor to be happy people died and were injured during an event in town but he wasn’t going to let anyone know it was cause for celebration for him. Once step closer to handing everything back to his father so he might step away from the ruling of hell. “More so a drink to honor those who have been lost in the last couple of months. Between the locals and Spear, I’m sure that is something cause enough for you to toast.” He did his research on those in town or rather his aunt and others did and filled him in on it.