#demon leviathan

More ink c0mmissions! Time for some Lavender ink!

Levi, not looking up from her book: Pietro. Funny, especially when you consider your father's name.

Tim: Erik?

Levi: no, Dante.

Tim:.... What?

Connie looked gorgeous in her dress. She was all in white with her hair curled. Her makeup was light and sweet, she was like an angel walking on the ground beside her. 

She loved Connie. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with her. They were soulmates, bonded by their closeness. She wanted to make everything official, even if just for the sake of Connie's parents.

Her stomach seemed to flip inside of her. She was so nervous, she didn't know what to do. 

How would she manage to bring it up? How would they get on topic? 

God, proposing was so hard! 

Finally, after stating into Connie's beautiful meadow green eyes, she came up with an idea. This would get the ball rolling. 

"Darling, have you ever heard the story surrounding my family?" Levi asked cautiously. She wanted to test the waters before leaping in too deeply.

Connie thought for a second. "Not really, I don't think so. No."

Levi nodded and gulped. "Well there is a tradition in my family," she recited as the box in her pocket weighed her down. "That whenever a new member of the family is brought in, be it through marriage or adoption, we add them to the tree in a colour separate to the rest."

Connie paused in thought for a second before nodding, urging the demon to continue. She sipped some wine from. Her glass and kept her gaze focused entirely upon Levi.

"Anyway, in cases of birth, the colour of the name on the tapestry stays the same, while adoption changes the colour entirely. And I was just wondering…"

"What?" Connie asked, taking a sip from her glass. 

"If you would consider letting me adopt Toby and Lyra into the family."

"Adopting the kids?" Connie asked. "Levi, I love you, but don't you have some kind of pure demon bloodline to maintain or something? I mean, I'm not against you adopting Toby and Lyra, but…" 

"Connie, darling, I want you to know that the Demonica bloodline ended with Amorose Demonica roughly seventeen thousand years ago," Levi put a hand over Connie's. "Amorose adopted her daughters. As did Larenzo, and as did Saphiq. My own great grandmother even adopted her child. Connie, my lineage means nothing to me. Even if I had the Demonica bloodline for several million centuries, I would want to adopt them."

She slid down onto one knee and pulled out the box. "What matters most to me is my family; you, Toby, Stolas, Lyra and Tim. All I want is for you to be my family. So, what do you say?" 

Connie's hand slid up to her mouth, and little tears began to jewel within her eyes as the single greatest syllable escaped her lips.

She said it in a voice no louder than a whisper, but it was the perfect response that Levi had hoped for for months. 

"Yes."

Her mind would haunt her, especially when he would walk by.

"My, my, little Leviathan," he cooed as the two were reverted into an all too familiar form. "Isn't this nice? Our childhood, untouched and perfectly reserved. Just as you remember it."

"Dante. You know as well as I do that you are trapped away in here for a reason."

"Oh, I know, my dearest queen," Dante darkly chuckled. "But isn't it perfect?"

Dante ran to a tree - his small, razor sharp claws cut into it as he wrote his name. Levi's mind itched as he did so.

She shook her head and sat upon the grass. Her skirt matched the blades from the ground so well - he had managed to capture every detail.

As soon as he saw that he wasn't getting to her, Dante snapped his fingers.

The dream shifted to a throne room - her mother's. It was decorated in orange and green, with silvery silk from the ceiling.

"Isn't this much better, Leviathan?" he asked. "You are free to exert as much power as you wish - you have the throne of your sister." She hated when he called Mammon that. "And you are more powerful than all of your siblings. Together, the two of us could rule the world. You as Queen, and I as your King. All that I ask is you free me from that little pendant."

Leviathan growled.

"Never!" she snarled. "As long as there is still breath within my lungs and life within my body, I shall keep you confined to your prison of my necklace and my mind."

"Now, don't you play these games with me, Levi," he chuckled darkly as he cornered her against a wall. "After all, we are supposed to have our souls linked; we are more than married."

"Well then, I want a divorce," Leviathan snapped. She managed to push past him and found the nearest door; she would need to wake herself up.

"You don't seem to get it, my little sea serpent," he explained. "I know more about your life than I let on."

"You know nothing of my life without you. It's perfect."

Dante's head fell. "Fine. Goodbye, my sea monster."

"Goodbye, Dante," she coolly said. "I shall see you tomorrow."

With that she closed her eyes.

As soon as they opened, her claws instinctively went to her pendant, making sure that it was still there. Thankfully, the charm was still upon her chest.

She looked out of the window and saw faint glimmers of the sun from the window. Turning to her side, she saw Connie nestled in close. The silent calm that she had on her face was perfect. Levi almost didn't want to get up.

Connie shifted slightly and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Morning, lovey," Levi chuckled as she pressed a kiss to her wife's forehead.

"Morning," Connie yawned. She moved herself closer to Levi. "I almost don't want to get up."

"I know, darling, but we have a birthday to celebrate," Levi smiled.

Levi! Au Jay! He's a sphynx hybrid (half-sphynx).

“Mama? My tummy hurts…” Tim whimpered and held Levi's claw.

Levi looked down at her son and crouched to his level. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it? How sore are you?”

Tim thought for a second before holding up 7 fingers. He clutched his stomach and whined in pain. He did look a little pale to her…

“Connie, can you grab Toby and Lyra? We need to get Tim to a doctor or something.”

As soon as Connie's back was turned, Tim's lunch was spilt out onto the playpark grounds and scattered across the floor.

“Mama, my tummy hurts more!” Tim cried.

Tim sat in the ambulance and sniffled. Levi held his little hand in her own larger one and whispered sweet words of encouragement to her son.

“It's alright, baby boy. Just a little more to go.”

Tim looked so small as he was wheeled by the paramedics to a doctor. Her instincts took over and she rushed to his side.

As she sat in the waiting room, her mind filled with every single “What if” and it plagued her. Levi growled and hoped to clear the thoughts.

Seeing the upset look on her wife's face, Connie squeezed her hand.

“I'm here, darling,” she cooed. “It'll be alright.”

“Connie, I can't help but worry. What if something happens? He could die. He's having an organ-”

“It's his appendix, hardly important.”

“An organ is being removed from my baby, something could go wrong.”

“Leviathan Persephone Demonica, the surgeons are doing everything that they can to make sure Tim is okay. I'm worried too. Tim means the world to me. I know it hurts, but he will be fine.”

“Mrs and Mrs Demonica?” the short nurse walked into the room. “Timothy is doing just fine. He's asleep and well. The surgery was a complete success.”

Levi couldn't believe that she was looking at her son when she stepped into the room. Tim was so… Frail and delicate. She could be able to snap him if she hugged him too hard. It terrified her.

“Mama? Mama?” Tim asked as the anaesthetic wore off. “Mama, where am I?”

“Baby, you're in hospital, you had to get your appendix out," she explained and rubbed his forehead." But, you're right with me, you're safe."