Capita Leviathan contrivisti et ego reducam eum. Fragosus fluctus per fragosus fluctus.

I see a light in the deep, my Brother. And I hear a voice. Is it Yours?

Ahh. I see.

My name is Leviathan. I am the vast abyssal sea. I am the sunless depths. I am the water you are feeling in your throat right now.

I do not envy your circumstances, Martin Gillman. Your bones have been shattered, the pressure in your chest is torturous, and you feel as though you might implode. But this pain is temporary. Your mortal body is too fragile to withstand My pressure. I can repair what is broken inside of you and it could all be over soon.

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I’d like you to imagine what your life could have been if you weren’t such a waste of breath. You could have been desirable. You could have been more than a drugged up bum, freeloading off of daddy’s money. Maybe this girl…Annabelle would have loved you. The problem is you.

Your sails are torn. Your hull is riddled with cracks that you’ve left ignored. The deck and cabins of your ship, both its interior and exterior, are definitively ugly. You’re a rotting fishing vessel that hasn’t made a catch in years

If you stop struggling, I will answer all your burning questions. Yes. Yes. I see your thoughts and your memories. I feel your regrets as My own. We are one and the same. The jealousy that flows through your veins like a raging flood and twists your heart into knots is My jealousy. Let Me in. Let Me take the wheel. I will grant you everything you’ve ever wanted. All I want in return is flesh.

Feel the water around you. Relinquish yourself, your lungs and your blood, to the waves.