Prologue

Mankind has always been such a creative species. Always innovating, pushing the envelope past their mundane and simplistic ways. Better, more efficient, faster, stronger.

Easier.

From the moment the Creator spoke, mankind had been slated to be the rulers of the Great Garden. Made in His image, mankind was supposed to live in everlasting peace and harmony while overseeing every other species the Creator gave breath to.

Then the two learned. They touched the forbidden, consumed it, and were thus consumed by it.

They were cast out of the Great Garden, the gates forever closed to mankind due to their actions. But what of all the other species that resided there? Who was to rule now?

Of course, that was decided later. The two would-be rulers were not the only ones to be consumed by the forbidden. Only the first.

But I digress. It’s so easy to fall into memories that should have been long forgotten.

Since being cast out of the Utopia that was made for them, mankind had an extremely difficult time just surviving in the Impure world. To increase their survival and continue their existence, many children were birthed.

Also, to make things easier.

Labor, food gathering, hunting, making clothing, building little hovels; the more children that were birthed, the easier it was to divide the many tasks necessary just to survive.

The would-be rulers found other issues to contend with as they continued to multiply. The rightful inheritors of the Impure world were most displeased to have these invaders amidst them and sought to end them quickly.

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Mankind fell even further from the pedestal by being introduced to war.

It was one thing for mankind to have to survive in this new, cruel world, but to have hostile opposition to their very existence? Mankind was nearly wiped out.

Why?

Slaying their would be murderers, acquiring the weapons and items left behind by the dead, lust for those who were left behind, greed for more, bloodlust for power and to prove dominance… Murder, rape, pillaging, destruction. Tainted.

The Creator was not pleased. 

People scoff at the idea of the Flood, claiming there is no possible way such an event could have taken place. Hoping, almost praying, that it wasn’t true. That it couldn’t be true. Otherwise it would have damning consequences.

On top of that, the original inheritors of the Impure world vacated to somewhere else. Why should they stick around and die for the fallacies of mankind and their Creator? Drowning for someone they reject and deny the existence of, while ignoring their own origins.

Time passes. Many historians notice an interesting trend, that history seems to repeat itself when the newer generations forget the hard earned lessons from the past.

Which leads us to this day and age. Mankind tumbling further from the pedestal, sealing their fate once again.

But that doesn’t matter to me, doesn’t even interest me in the slightest.

What does interest me is just how creative and advanced and lazy mankind has become. Stories, video games, movies, entertainment! How wondrous these things are.

While the games and movies are particularly fascinating, the most hypnotic and mesmerizing were the stories. Not only the mythologies, not just science fiction, or the fantasy; what drew my attention most was the stories of travelers to another world.

Reincarnation, isekai, world travelers. Blessings that grant them immense abilities and powers. Transparent screens that signify a connection to a supreme, otherworldly being.

Why would this genre interest me so much, I’m sure you wonder?

In all that I’ve read and even watched, not one has had a mythological being transported. No minor deities, evil beings of immense power, no eldritch horrors, no legends of old, no one truly powerful.

Especially, no dragons.

Once upon a time, I watched on as one of the eldest as the Creator made mankind. Observed as they frollicked and danced through the fields and meadows, supposedly ruling their domain. I intently gazed as one was tempted at the tree on the hill in the center of the Great Garden. Flabbergasted when both were consumed by the forbidden. Disappointed at their newly acquired shame. Angry when they were cast out of the Great Garden, never allowed to return.

I’ve had many names throughout the ages. Different monikers for different civilizations. Not all of the names, to be sure, as there were more of my kind given the breath of life from our Creator.

Before I was forcefully restrained and reborn into this weak sack of meat and blood, I was mighty. Before I was violently overthrown from my position of most powerful in the Great Garden, I was invincible. Before my mate and child that had barely drawn breathe were viciously murdered, I was content. Before I saw floating blue screens when no one else did, I was a dragon.

That dragon had a name.

My name was: Leviathan.

Now it's some human name I don't know yet. I was just reborn after all. For the second time.

And wasn't that even more traumatic.