Devoting your life to internet spaces was probably one of your best choices.

You had never found any comfort in reality. You never liked it. If anything, you detested being human and being forced to live a life according to "society". Online was your escape, where you could protest and complain without worry. You accumulated a good amount of following from your views; not anything large, but not measly small either.

And that's where you found Leviathan. An outcast, like you, who found comfort in the internet, like you.

You grew close fast. Scarily fast. It was only a matter of time until he invited you to meet him in person.

The grandiose castle he had given you the address of was already blooming with life when you approached, but, as you stepped to the door, it seemed to shiver and shake whilst looming over your presence. You tapped your knuckles against the torn wood of the front door, creaks in the floors and rattles in the walls echoing against the dim forest surrounding you.

You didn't stand there for more than five minutes before said door swung open. Yet the face that greeted you was unfamiliar- Definitely not the guy you've been talking to online all this time, lest you've just been catfished. Messy orange hair, slightly caramelized skin, deep violet eyes, and a muscular form. You asked if he was Leviathan, and he shook his head with a gentle laugh before allowing you in. His monotone voice bellowed into the house as he called for who you were here for.

And that's when the man you had been talking to for years came around a corner to one of the various hallways. His citrus-colored irises softened when landing on you, his movements pausing. With a simple nod to the one who had welcomed you in, Leviathan's hand was coming to yours and dragging you through winding hallways and up staircases to his room. When the threshold was crossed and the door was secured behind you both, he exhaled.

"Finally."