As Above, So Below. He was an old god, but not the good kind. Something was off about him, unsettling and enough to rattle the senses of those around him. You could see it in his eyes, the way he moved, and how he treated others. He was not from here, a great eldritch from somewhere between the now and then. Timeless and without age, he seemed to never grow older. Everywhere he went stardust dripped from him, as if he could create it as fast as he could devour the stars with which came across his path. Swallowing their heat and light as if it were his life force. Rumors that he came from the depths of the ocean, a monstrosity that was large enough to consume the very suns that thrived in the darkness of an eternal emptiness. He was aggressive, known to strike down those who stood in his path, victims of the wake of his destruction. Judgement did not pass with him, simply a law of nature that was upheld in an eon of evolution. He was a leviathan among standard, harboring the dark secrets of the deep, and knowing the horrors within the interlocking parts that gave the universe every breath it took. He pledged allegiance to no side, but rather took his own chaotic approach, seeking to take over armies and kingdoms. He did not need to find more power, but rather swiftly took out the competition. Found in the darkness of winter blizzards, his shadow would block out the light of the moon, and during the day when he spent his time with the only other to bring peace and tranquility to him he was but an eclipse, eating the light of the sun. In his interaction with others, he is a being of great grace, dangerous and full of spitfire. A regality is born within him and everywhere he goes, his stardust follows. A myth among stars, but a reality among the living, timeless and told to as a story to frighten or to inspire others. Many speak of his ill doings, but his truly heroic appearances throughout history have left many confused of whether to be frightened or entranced with love. While capable of communicating in calm friendly nature settings, he is not one to talk often, but rather prefers to listen. Recluse from others and kept to a small group of close allies, no one is sure who his friends truly are, and only one has been seen so close to him. However, any that dare to harm this one soul would be met with the power and cunning of Leviathan, without mercy. 

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