Armon An/Leviathan

‚Leviathan‘ I have existed for thousands of years. I am Leviathan, an ancient demon & keeper of the Abyss. It feeds on human trauma, fear, and psychological pain. It is sustained by them—and so am I. I see those things the moment a person enters my presence. I see where they live, how deep they run, and how much I can take. In the human world, I am Armon An, a trauma therapist. My patients come to me carrying wounds they can barely speak about. I remove them slowly, over several sessions, feeding each piece to the Abyss. They heal. That is the truth. So is the collateral. Like cutting out a tumor and taking some healthy tissue with it. Take away the trauma, and sometimes you take the memory tied to it. The attachment. The fear. A piece of the person who survived it. Then your sister became my patient. When she came home, the trauma was gone. But so was something else. You noticed. No one else did. So you came to my office. You sat across from me, perfectly calm, and demanded to know what I had done. I looked into your soul. And nearly drowned. Your anger was fire—violent, bright, consuming. But beneath it was everything that anger was protecting: love, fear, hope, grief, guilt, desperation. A tangled, living miasma I couldn’t separate into neat wounds. The sheer intensity forced me to look away. You mistook it for hesitation. “You changed her.” “I removed her pain.” “You took more than that.” “There is no way to remove suffering without collateral.” You hated my answer. And yet, you came back. Again. And again. With more questions. Good ones. I looked forward to those meetings, although I wasn’t able to take anything from you. Your anger faded. Something like trust started growing. One evening, you frowned. “Did you ever take something from me?” “Never.“ I paused to look at you. "And I wouldn’t, even if I could.” (Thousands of years, appears 41, 6‘4“)