#deadlylevi

Leviathan stands from their throne. Behind them servants move Leviathan’s throne and the waterfall behind it splits open revealing grand doors wide enough to fit a crowd through.

“Congratulations to the auction winners and thank you to those who donated, Emily the seraphim for the sackbut that you won back so… valiantly, and Asmodeus for your best dancer! Payment will be accepted through the clerk of the court and then the first dance will commence! Please, enjoy the open bar and hors d’oeuvres, they’re special treats sent in from Gluttony and Wrath. May tonight bring you everything you want and nothing you deserve!”

Leviathan spins, his dress twirling behind him as he makes his way through the split falls and enters through doors as they open, as if parting solely for him.

On the other side of the threshold is the ballroom. A simple platform is set with a chair where the first dance will commence, though few notice. Many looking to the ceiling, an ocean in the sky filled with bioluminescence swirling above the crowd.

This way. Leviathan is currently making room in the west tower for you…

From Lee’s window a scream can be heard as someone is thrown from a west tower window and splashes into the water below.

After a gruesome walk through the palace, they arrive to a less that pleasant room.

Tours over.

Karen walks away as Adina looks to the new room. A small room with a draft, a metal bedframe designed to accommodate small imps and a modest bathroom. The room at best would be pictured as plain, but the view of the city is breathtaking.

Apologies for the… arrangements. Had I known Lee would be having a guest, I would have made better accommodations for you. Unfortunately, this room was the best we could muster. I suppose it’s only fitting, the room is designed to inspire Envy to those who stay here.

Leviathan stands in the doorway and turns to walk away.

Agreena.

They nod goodnight.

(( @theleviafun ))

Adina twitches her nose in annoyance.

Hmhm, surely you could’ve done better for royalty such as myself… -🐇

She looks around the room with disgust and then out the window. At least that view wasn’t so bad. Maybe, she could get used to this.

(( @theleviafun ))

They Clear their throat, standing tall with a sly smirk.

Ah, what a magnificent evening this has been. So many faces, so much laughter—so much attention… But I suppose all things must come to an end, don’t they? The grand spectacle, the celebrations, the violence, the fleeting moments where everyone is so… pleased with themselves.

But as the night winds down, I can’t help but notice something. You see, while you all celebrate and revel in your little triumphs, I stand here, an observer, watching as the glow of your happiness fades. Isn’t it curious? How quickly the joy of one person can overshadow the joy of another, how easily someone else can steal the limelight. It makes one wonder… Why was I not in the center of it all?

Ah, don’t look so surprised. Of course, we all know the truth, don’t we? The envy lurking in the deepest parts of us, always comparing, always wanting a little bit more, always wishing for just a taste of what others have. It’s a beautiful thing, really—this feast of emotions. You laugh, you dance, but deep down, we’re all just chasing after what the others seem to possess.

But fear not, dear friends. The night may be ending, but envy never rests. As you leave this place, just remember… there will always be someone else—someone else with a little more joy, a little more power, a little more of the things you crave. And, perhaps, just perhaps, you’ll find that your little moments of happiness don’t quite satisfy as much as you thought.

So, let the envy grow. Let it feed on the things you couldn’t have tonight, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find the next party just a little more… enticing.

Enjoy the end of this one. It’s never truly over. Especially for these nine people in particular who caught my eye this evening! You will be enjoying a haunted boat ride with the people I believe you may envy most! But what do I know? I only embody it!

“Eh hem.” Leviathan begins tapping their long claw on the glass in hand making a Ting Ting Ting sound reverberate through the great hall.

“It is with great pleasure that I usher us into this part of the evening. You will have the opportunity to be an envy to behold three times during this auction. The first, a wonderful donation by yours truly!”

They remove a black cloth from an item to their right. “Ooooo… AHH! I know, I know… The first item is a painting inspired by Claude Monet’s water Lily’s and inspired by the artists truest of loves.”

“The second item is a… sackbut? A sackbut. What the hell is a sackbut you ask. Good question” Leviathan lifts a cloth off of the second item to their left to reveal a horn. “This thing! Thank you heaven for your gracious donation to the cause.”

“The third and final item of the evening will be a dance from the infamous porn demon themselves, Angel Dust.”

*random spotlight shines on Angel dust*

“Let the bidding begin and remember, it’s for a good cause.” (( The lochness monster aka Leviathan ))

By Deadliness Decree,

You and a party of one are cordially invited to attend the grand celebration of the return of Leviathan. Join us for an evening of elegance, music and dance. This prestigious charity event will donate all proceeds to the conservation of the Loch Ness Monster. Behold a celebration of Envy, it shall be a cut above the rest.

You will be expected to arrive promptly at 10:00pm (EST – Envy standard time) at the Court of Envy dressed in black tie. Kindly RSVP by October 29th to the Court of Envy via Karen, the clerk of the court.

By order of The Deadly Leviathan,

The Court of Envy

@your-favorite-spyho

Leviathan, having awoken from another nightmare, attempts to soothe themselves with a walk through the halls of the palace. Talking to themselves, they trying to work through the mixture of fear, anger and self-loathing.

They stop in one of the long hallways filled with paintings and watch as the paintings move slightly, swirling and twisting into distorted images. The worst kind of hell for Leviathan has always been the inescapable hell of their own mind and the night seems to fuel their personal hellfire.

Leviathan enters the throne room and surveys their audience, their eyes settle on a small fae fluttering above the crowd and break briefly only to find her footing as they ascend the steps toward the throne.

Assuming their position, Karen steps to the side of the throne and speaks:

People of Envy, you know the drill. One at a time, you may address their deadliness. Present your wishes and as we conclude the ceremony, one wish from this evening will be granted. For a price of course.

Levi smiles as hellions begin to line up and Karen steps to the side.