#[ The Leviathan stirs! – ooc ]

[mystictimemachinedream]

Bound by fate(2)

a/n: Last chapter, thank you for those that have liked or reblogged my story. I really needed more Dom!Levi stories and this is how the story ended up turning out.

Leviathan x MC. Hints of Mammon x MC, Belphegor x MC and maybe Simeon x MC.

Cw: Smut, Dom!Levi, kinda Yandere!Levi(he talks about locking you up), Jealous!Levi, a bit of degradation(the words slut and whore are used), Claiming Marks, Scenting, Mates, some Non-con(Belphie scents and pins you down without consent), Levi having one dick(sorry) Fem!MC, Angel!MC, kinda ooc.

First Part

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Two months had already passed, and Leviathan barely left his room, going out of his way to avoid you the few times he did. In response, you would leave food at his door when he missed a meal. It had become a frustrating routine, one that seemed to have no end in sight.

No matter how many times you knocked, he either ignored you or told you to go away, but not once did he open the door.

You sighed as you thought things over. You weren’t sure what else to do. Truthfully, you wished you could try to get him to open the door more often, but his brothers constantly wanted your attention, or you had to visit Purgatory Hall. You felt a warm sense of belonging when they sought your company, but it only added to your frustration that you hadn’t made any progress with Leviathan.

“Sweetie, what has you sighing like that?” Asmodeus asked, finally sitting on his bed where you were lying. He had whisked you away to spend time with him in his room after everyone had finished dinner, his charm hard to resist.

“Leviathan,” you replied with a pout. “He still hasn’t opened his door for me. I’m not sure what else to do.”

“He’s certainly stubborn,” Asmodeus said thoughtfully. “But dear, you only have to push his buttons. He’s the Avatar of Envy; you just need to make him jealous enough to pull you into his room.”

You grimaced. “I don’t see that going well.”

Asmodeus waved his hand dismissively, a playful smile on his lips. “Of course it won’t, but it’ll at least get him to talk to you.” He giggled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Well, there won’t be much talking involved, though.”

You flushed and averted your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“You can ask any of the brothers, but if you want to make it authentic, just snuggle up to Mammon or Belphie.” He smirked, his gaze intense. “They’ve always had a crush on you.”

Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn’t expected that in the slightest, and now you didn’t know how you’d be able to hang out with them without feeling shy. The revelation left you reeling, a mix of surprise and uncertainty swirling within you.

“I don’t want to use them like that,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.

“Well, darling, we can always find some other way,” Asmodeus said, his tone soothing as he gently stroked your head, fingers threading through your hair.

You nodded, relieved, but you didn’t notice the smile of mischief that Asmodeus had.

As you finally reached your room and laid on your bed, a sense of unease washed over you. Despite Asmodeus’s promise not to meddle, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling gnawing at you. The Avatar of Lust always enjoyed a good dose of drama and stirring people up. The last thing you wanted was to worsen things between you and Leviathan or to incite a fight among the brothers.

With a heavy sigh, you willed the troubling thoughts away and allowed yourself to drift off to sleep.

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Your worries proved correct. Over the next few days, Asmodeus began accompanying you to Leviathan’s room to drop off his food. His behavior shifted—he became flirtier, more touchy-feely whenever you both stood in front of Leviathan’s door. The pajamas he gave you, just before going to Leviathan’s door, were even shorter and skimpier than usual, leaving little to the imagination.

You began to notice that the sound of video games would stop abruptly as you approached, replaced by an eerie silence. The other brothers, too, began acting differently. They were nicer to you, borderline flirtatious, whenever they passed by you and Asmodeus in front of Leviathan’s door. Even Lucifer, though more subtly, was in on it.

You shot Asmodeus a glare and whispered as low as possible, “I told you not to meddle.”

“I’m just helping you, darling,” he whispered back with a charming smile, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You huffed, pouting. While it touched you that he wanted to help, you wished it wasn’t through making Leviathan jealous. You’d heard stories about how, if pushed too far, Leviathan would summon Lotan and cause destruction. Additionally, you were concerned about his low self-esteem. The last thing you wanted was to damage it further and make him shut you out even more.

You were glad you had asked his brothers about him and gathered all the information you could. Knowing what to expect was better than being clueless.

Lost in your thoughts, you snapped back to reality when you saw Mammon approaching. Out of all the brothers, he was the most flustered when trying to flirt with you. It was pretty cute, if you were being honest.

Mammon abruptly stopped near you and Asmodeus, his face turning bright red as he took in the nightgown clinging to your curves. “A-ain’t that too short?!” he exclaimed, quickly looking away.

Asmodeus smirked and almost purred, “Is it too stimulating for you?”

Mammon spluttered, seeming at a loss for words. Then he cleared his throat and finally looked at you with startling confidence. “Ya shouldn’t be lookin’ that good in front of anyone else other than the Great Mammon!”

You almost gasped at his words; they were extremely out of character. He was usually flustered when trying to flirt with you, and you could hardly call it flirting in the first place.

Even Asmodeus blinked in surprise before giggling in amusement.

The door swung open, revealing Leviathan in his demon form, glaring at Mammon. “Mammon,” he gritted out, “if you don’t get away from my door, I will summon Lotan.”

Mammon paled and scurried away. Even he knew better than to antagonize his brother when he was in one of his moods.

“Asmo,” Leviathan growled, his glare not softening. Asmodeus only smiled, threw his hands up in defeat, and skipped away.

You stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do.

Leviathan stared at you, his eyes slowly raking up and down your form. The grip on his door tightened. “I know I told you not to wear that type of stuff outside your room,” he rumbled.

You frowned. “Levi, is that really important right now?”

“It’s not fair that everyone gets to see you like that,” he huffed, still upset but reverting to his human form.

“Maybe you would be able to see me like this more if you actually left your room and stopped avoiding me or let me inside,” you said, irritation clear on your face.

Leviathan blushed deeply and looked away, avoiding your gaze. “As if I would let a normie into my room.”

You raised an eyebrow, challenging his statement. “Well, this normie can actually learn if you would just let me.”

He finally looked at you again, his face turning an even deeper shade of red, a mix of surprise and disbelief in his eyes. “I-is this a trick? Y-you actually want to s-spend time with m-me, a worthless otaku?”

You winced at his words. You didn’t think you would ever get used to him putting himself down. It hurt you that he thought so lowly of himself, that he couldn’t see the value you saw in him.

“Levi, I’ve been coming to your door for the past two months just trying to talk to you,” you replied soothingly, your voice gentle and sincere. “I don’t think you’re worthless at all.”

Leviathan put his arm against his face, trying to hide his tears from you. “I-I just didn’t want you to be even more d-disappointed than you must be already.”

“I was never disappointed in the first place,” you reassured him, your tone firm but kind.

You took a step toward him, the sound of his sniffling pulling at your heartstrings. All you wanted to do was comfort him, to make him see how much he meant to you.

“D-don’t lie to me! I-I know how d-different I am than I u-used to be!” His voice cracked, filled with pain and self-doubt, as he tried to wipe the tears away with his sleeve.

Your eyes softened with empathy, and you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly even as he stiffened in surprise at your touch.

“I truly don’t care about that,” you whispered, gently wiping away the tears streaming down his cheeks. “I just want to get to know the person you are now.”

You waited patiently, feeling his body slowly relax in your embrace. After a moment of hesitation, he tentatively wrapped his arms around you in return, nodding slightly against your shoulder.

“O-okay,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with a tentative hope.

You sighed in relief, a wave of happiness washing over you. You had finally broken through the barrier he had put up, and now you had the chance to reconnect with him.

“Let’s go.” You smiled warmly at him, taking his hand and leading him back into his room.

As you stepped inside, you couldn’t help but reflect on the events that had led to this moment. It seemed Asmodeus’s plan had actually worked, albeit in an unexpected way. You were grateful for the support of his brothers, even if their methods were sometimes unconventional.

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For the next few months, it became a routine to visit Leviathan’s room to spend time with him. He began coming out more often, even joining everyone for meals. These visits often extended into the night, as he enthusiastically introduced you to his world of anime and games.

The first thing he showed you was his favorite anime, “The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl.” You binge-watched the entire series with him, and from there, he introduced TSL, then other anime and games.

Despite these shared experiences, he still considered you a “normie,” which you found amusing.

However, you noticed that Leviathan was careful not to touch you. Whenever physical contact occurred—either by accident or when you initiated it—he would stiffen up, blush, and quickly pull away. As someone naturally affectionate, this was disheartening, but you chose not to push him, respecting his boundaries.

Even though you didn’t press the issue, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Leviathan had been your lover, and you had shared one passionate night just before the Great Celestial War. Contrary to what humans and demons believed, angels were allowed to be in relationships and to claim and mate with other angels.

You regretted not pushing to claim each other. You understood his reasoning; he hadn’t wanted you to suffer the pain of losing a mate in the uncertain times of war.

One day, as you sat in the common room reading a book, Leviathan entered, calling your name.

“MC!” he called out, sounding nervous but determined.

You looked up, startled. “Yes, Levi?”

“I-I know you might have better things to do than spend time with a yucky otaku like me, but m-maybe, w-would you like to come watch anime with me?” he asked, a bashful smile on his face, his cheeks turning pink.

You smiled warmly at him, touched by his initiative. “I would love to. Just give me ten minutes to finish this chapter, and I’ll join you.”

His blush deepened, and he gave a jerky nod before scurrying out of the common room.

You giggled as you continued reading, but soon felt someone sitting next to you and leaning their head against your shoulder. Startled, you turned to see Belphegor with a sleepy look on his face.

“Hey, Belphie,” you greeted, closing your book and setting it aside.

“MC, want to take a nap with me?” he asked, blinking slowly and yawning.

He looked so adorable that you almost wanted to coo at him, but you shook your head. “Not this time. I’m about to go hang out with Levi.”

He frowned. “Eh, alright. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him.”

You flushed and looked away. “Of course. That’s why I was so persistent in getting him to open up.”

Belphegor stared at you blankly before suddenly pinning you down, his face buried in your neck as he took a deep breath, seeming to search for something.

“Belphie? What are you doing?” you asked, frozen in shock.

“I can barely smell Levi on you. He hasn’t scented or claimed you yet,” he said, lifting his head with a smirk, his eyes smoldering.

“That doesn’t concern you,” you retorted with a frown.

He hummed, nuzzling your neck. “That means you’re free to claim. Just because you used to be lovers doesn’t mean you need to get back with him. He doesn’t even have the guts to make a move, much less claim you.”

You struggled against his grip on your wrist, frustration bubbling up as his unwelcome interference continued. “I’ve already told you that it doesn’t concern you,” you said sharply. “I’m not rushing Levi into anything.”

Belphegor scoffed and finally lifted his head, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of disdain and amusement. “Do you honestly believe he remained devoted to you?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “I’m sure Lucifer shared with you how unruly Leviathan became after his fall.”

He tilted his head, a sly, almost predatory smile curling his lips. “He took your purity, never claimed you, and then leaped from bed to bed after falling.”

Your grace stirred within you, an undercurrent of agitation flaring up, making your eyes glow faintly with the intensity of your emotions. “How do you even know about that?” you demanded, your voice tight with indignation.

Belphegor rolled his eyes with exaggerated exasperation. “About your purity? It was so obvious. The way you two looked at each other afterward, how suddenly shy and distant you both became—it was clear to everyone.”

Your face flushed with a deep, burning humiliation, and you hissed at him, “What he did after he fell doesn’t concern me. I refuse to judge him for his actions.”

“Such a paragon of forgiveness,” Belphegor said, baring his teeth in a mocking grin. “Staying true to your angelic principles.”

Defeated, you slumped, knowing there was no breaking free from his grip. “Why are you saying this?” you asked, your voice tinged with hurt. “You’re being unreasonably cruel.”

“Because I want you,” he said bluntly, his eyes flashing with an intense, frustrated desire. “I’m tired of watching you pine after Levi while he continues to act like an oblivious fool.”

You stiffened, your body tense with frustration and disbelief. “You know how I feel, and yet you’re saying this?”

Belphegor, undeterred, nuzzled your cheek with his nose, his touch both intimate and intrusive. “I’ll help you get over him,” he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve wanted you since the Celestial Realm, but my brother got to you first.”

You remained silent.

“If Levi truly cared about you, he would have claimed you by now or at least marked you with his scent,” Belphegor continued, his hand sliding down from your wrist to caress your thigh. His touch was gentle but possessive. “I’m not afraid to be with you. I just want you to give me a chance.”

He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against yours, the proximity making your breath catch. His lips hovered near yours, brushing lightly with each word. “Please, give me a chance.”

You looked into his earnest eyes, a side of him you hadn’t seen before since moving in with them. The vulnerability in his gaze was striking, and you found yourself conflicted. Belphegor’s forwardness was a sharp contrast to Leviathan’s aloofness, and it stirred a part of you that had longed for such assertiveness since Leviathan’s fall.

“Belphie, I—” Before you could finish your thought, Belphegor was abruptly wrenched away from you, leaving a cold shiver running down your spine.

Leviathan appeared in the doorway, transformed into his demon form, his eyes blazing with a fierce, wild intensity you had never witnessed. His presence was imposing, almost primal.

“Belphegor, how dare you try to take what’s mine,” Leviathan growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble as he advanced slowly toward Belphegor.

“Yours?” Belphegor retorted, his voice dripping with mockery. “She’s not yours. You haven’t claimed her; your scent isn’t even on her. She’s fair game.”

Leviathan’s expression darkened, his rage simmering beneath the surface. “You know our history and what she means to me,” he said, his tone dangerously calm.

“None of that matters now,” Belphegor shot back, his eyes narrowing defiantly. “You should have claimed her back in the Celestial Realm or at least when she arrived here. If you won’t do it, then I will.”

The tension reached a boiling point as Leviathan’s fist flew toward Belphegor, striking him with a forceful punch that sent him crashing to the floor. The sound of the impact echoed through the room.

You gasped in shock, your heart racing, and rushed forward, grasping Leviathan’s arm in a desperate attempt to restrain him. “Please stop,” you pleaded, your voice trembling with urgency. “Nothing happened. Let’s just go back to your room and talk.”

Leviathan’s body tensed, and with a sudden, jerky movement, he yanked you closer. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, his growl growing louder and more intense as he took in your scent.

“He’s scented you!” Leviathan roared, his voice laced with a murderous fury as he glared at his youngest brother. His anger was palpable, a dangerous edge to his words.

The situation was rapidly escalating, and you clung to Leviathan, hoping your presence would calm him. He looked down at you with a fierce, determined expression, his teeth gritted. In a swift, almost brutal motion, he picked you up. You squealed in surprise, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist.

You heard the commotion in the background, brothers rushing to the common room to check on Belphegor. Others peeked out from their rooms, only to see you clinging to Leviathan as he carried you to his room. The last thing you heard was a giggle before he slammed the door shut, effortlessly getting you off him and dropping you onto a pile of sheets and pillows on the floor, which softened the fall.

You looked up at him with wide eyes as he knelt over you, his presence both imposing and magnetic. Before you could say a word, he tore your nightgown off with a swift motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

“Levi!” you gasped indignantly.

He ignored you, his face burying into your neck with almost aggressive fervor, nuzzling and inhaling deeply as if trying to erase his brother’s scent from you.

You squirmed and whimpered as he began sucking and licking your neck, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. Your hands rested on his shoulders, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation.

“Be good and stay still,” he rumbled, his tail wrapping tightly around your waist, securing you in place. With one hand, he pinned your wrists above your head, his grip unyielding.

You whimpered but stilled. Though you weren’t opposed to what was happening, you knew you needed to talk before things went too far. Your mind fogged as his mouth trailed lower, marking the top of your breasts with the same intensity.

You barely noticed when he pulled down your bra enough for your breasts to spill over the cups. The coolness of the room made your nipples harden, and he wasted no time taking one into his mouth, sucking on the bud. He released your wrists and used his other hand to tweak your other nipple, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You whined, rubbing your thighs together as you felt your arousal grow. You could no longer ignore how wet your panties felt from his ministrations.

Leviathan finally lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire as he admired the marks he made from your neck to your breasts. He groaned at the sight of you—marked up, with rosy cheeks, teary eyes, bra tugged down, and tiny panties on, all while rubbing your thighs together.

He hadn’t even truly started, and you already looked absolutely wrecked.

“W-wait,” you stammered, placing your hands against his chest as he leaned down to kiss you, shaking your head.

He stilled, frowning. “Are you rejecting me?” His grip on your chin tightened as he leaned closer, his voice a low growl. “Because I don’t mind locking you up in here until you change your mind. You’re mine.”

Your breath hitched, and his words shouldn’t have turned you on as much as they did. “No, of course not. I just wanted to know what’s going to happen. You’ve been avoiding touching me this whole time, and now you’re not.”

He tilted his head, observing you like a predator ready to pounce. “I’m going to fuck and claim you. I was trying to ease you into things because of how long it’s been.” He gripped your thighs and spread your legs, his eyes darkening at the sight of the wet spot on your panties. “But I see I was mistaken in taking things slow. Too many pests want you, and I’d drown everyone before letting anyone else have you.”

“Belphegor should be glad he’s my brother because that’s the only reason I spared his life. There won’t be a second chance,” he continued, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and tossing it aside once it came off.

“Once you claim me, Father and the Seraphim will know, and I’ll be banished,” you whispered, looking into his eyes.

“Yes, that’s the plan. From the beginning, you were supposed to be by my side,” he growled, still furious about how you were stopped from going with him. “But Simeon got in the way and stopped you.”

You winced, remembering the chaos after the Great Celestial War and your anger at Simeon until he explained his actions. “Simeon had my best intentions at heart. I was so much younger, and he was afraid I wouldn’t survive the fall.”

Leviathan scoffed. “He just wanted you for himself. He was always discreet, but his longing looks gave him away.”

You wanted to protest that it wasn’t like that with Simeon, but the words died in your mouth as Leviathan used his tail to rip your panties off. You gasped as the cool air hit your dripping core.

Now completely naked under Leviathan, you flushed and suddenly felt shy, especially after he licked his lips and his eyes dilated while spreading your legs wider.

“You know angels and demons claim each other differently,” you muttered, tugging on his shirt, wanting him to take it off. You didn’t want to be the only naked one.

He chuckled, tugging his shirt off and dropping it to the side. “Of course I’m aware, but you also know I can still make you my mate. Angels just aren’t allowed to do so; it’s instant banishment after judgment in the Celestial Realm.”

He cupped your cheek and pulled you into a smoldering kiss, deepening it by biting your bottom lip. You gasped, and his tongue invaded your mouth, coaxing yours to intertwine with his, making you whine.

You were lightheaded when he finally pulled away, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you.

His fingers trailed from your inner thigh to your soaking core, tracing a tantalizing path before he eased a finger into you. He pumped it slowly, his thumb simultaneously rubbing your clit in languid, torturous circles, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

You mewled, your hips bucking involuntarily when he added another finger. He stretched you, his pace quickening slightly as he worked you open, his touch both gentle and demanding.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Leviathan groaned, his voice thick with desire as he kissed your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses. His thumb circled your clit faster, his other hand finding its way to your breast. He pinched and pulled your nipple, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. The stimulation was overwhelming; you had only just started, yet you were already ready to cum.

“L-Levi!” you cried out, your nails raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. Your cunt fluttered around his fingers as he added a third, stretching you even further and making you gasp in surprise.

“That’s it, let go,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot with precision. You arched your back, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your release gushing onto his fingers.

He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, eliciting a whimper from you, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied moan. He was definitely going to devour you with his mouth and make you choke on his cock later, but for now, he needed to be inside you.

With a swift movement, he stripped off his pants, freeing his hard, leaking cock. He pumped it a few times, his eyes locked onto yours as you bit your bottom lip in anticipation. He was still so big and thick, the sight of him only making your desire burn hotter. The first time, he had been assertive but hesitant, yet now his confidence was evident, and it turned you on even more.

He flipped you onto your hands and knees, pulling your hips up and making you arch your back, presenting yourself to him. He rubbed his cock along your slit, coating himself in your slick before easing his way in. The stretch was intense, and you gasped, feeling so full as he filled you to the brim with a loud groan.

You had to remind yourself to breathe, gripping the sheets tightly as he started to move, his pace slow and measured to let you adjust to his size. Each thrust was deliberate, designed to drive you wild.

“Your cunt feels so good,” he panted, his voice strained as he fought to hold back from just pounding into you. He spread your cheeks, watching his cock slide in and out, mesmerized by the sight of your slick clinging to him, your cunt greedily trying to suck him in deeper. He cursed under his breath at the lewd sight.

He picked up the pace, setting a brutal rhythm as he relentlessly hit your g-spot. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room, blending with your cries of pleasure and his guttural moans.

“S-so good,” you whined, bouncing your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate for even more of him. Every nerve in your body seemed to be on fire, the pleasure coursing through you in waves, leaving you trembling and breathless.

Leviathan chuckled darkly. “What a dirty little angel. You like how I’m fucking you?” His voice was a low growl. He slammed into you with a hard, precise thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. “Just remember that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. This cunt is mine.”

“Y-yes! Only yours!” Your voice was a high-pitched, desperate wail as your eyes rolled back in your head. He took a fistful of your hair and tugged hard, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure and making you clench tighter around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut. I was supposed to gently make love to you, but you really just wanted me to take you like the whore you are.” His words were laced with both amusement and possession as he moved your hair to the side, exposing the nape of your neck. He stared at the soft, vulnerable skin, knowing he was going to leave his mark there. His fangs extended as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His tail slithered around your body, the smooth, cool scales contrasting with your heated skin, and the tip of his tail circled around your clit, adding another layer of stimulation.

You let out a loud, lewd mewl, your body writhing under his touch as you slammed your eyes shut. You were teetering on the edge of orgasm, every muscle tense with anticipation. In a flash, your wings emerged, extending out as your halo shone brightly above your head, casting a soft, golden light.

Leviathan’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of your wings and halo, but he didn’t stop his relentless thrusting. The image in front of him was the epitome of sinful: pretty snowy white wings and a radiant halo out, all while you were being fucked dumb on his cock. He could already imagine how much more pretty it would be when those snowy white wings turned black and that shining gold halo transformed into horns.

“I-I’m cummin’!” You cried out as you gushed on his cock, trembling with tears in your eyes.

“I’m gonna cum in that messy little cunt while I claim you,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “No one will ever question who you belong to.” He leaned over you, his hot breath fanning over the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, releasing his cum inside your velvety cunt accompanied by a loud moan. His mouth found the tender skin of your nape, and he bit down hard, drawing blood. You screamed, the mixture of pleasure and pain blurring together.

You felt an intense wave of emotion washing over you—his deep love and passion he was currently feeling. It flowed through you as you shakily exhaled. Finally, you were his, and he was yours.

He slowly withdrew from you, eliciting a soft whine from your lips at the sudden emptiness and sensitivity. Gently, he moved you onto your back and gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

He nuzzled into your hair, a deep rumble of contentment vibrating through his chest. A blush spread across his face as the reality of what had just happened hit him.

“I love you, Levi,” you whispered, your voice soft and sincere while intertwined your fingers with his.

“I-I love you too,” he stammered, burying his face in your hair to hide his face, making you giggle sweetly.

“Simeon should be on his way to take me to the Celestial Realm for my judgment,” you mentioned absentmindedly, your thoughts drifting to the inevitable. You knew your fate was sealed—you would become a demon, either through your Father’s banishment or slowly by Levi’s side. The Celestial Realm, with its rigidity when it came to rules, insisted on formal banishment for angels who mated outside their kind. It was simpler to comply than to risk them taking you by force.

Leviathan tightened his arms around you, his embrace desperate and firm. “I don’t want you to leave. You can just go through your change here,” he murmured.

“I know, I’d rather do that, but we both know how the Celestial Realm is. Either I go willingly or they’ll take me by force,” you replied, your voice soft and resigned. You tried to send soothing emotions through your bond, sensing his growing agitation. His growl at the thought of you being taken by force was low and menacing.

The two of you stayed cuddled together for a few more minutes, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence. Eventually, you gently urged him to get up so you could both clean yourselves. Despite the ache in your heart, you knew it was futile to linger.

As you were lost in thought, a knock on the door startled you. Lucifer’s commanding voice broke through the silence. “MC, Simeon is here for you.”

Turning to Leviathan, you gazed deeply into his eyes, your hands clasping his tightly. “Will you be there to catch me when I fall?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

“Always,” he vowed, before crashing his lips against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. The intensity of it left you both breathless.

Panting, you reluctantly pulled away, resting your forehead against his. Even as you separated, your hands remained intertwined. Together, you walked to the front door, where Simeon waited. He smiled at you, but his eyes betrayed the sadness he felt.

“Are you ready, MC?” Simeon asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, turning to Leviathan for one last fleeting kiss. “I’ll see you soon,” you whispered, squeezing his hand before letting go and stepping to Simeon’s side. The two of you walked out of the house, moving towards Barbatos, who stood waiting with a solemn expression.

“Are you happy?” Simeon whispered, his hand twitching as if to cup your cheek. He stopped himself, knowing that right didn’t belong to him—perhaps it never had.

“Extremely,” you replied, smiling brightly. Simeon could only smile back, though the sorrow in his eyes was unmistakable.

You didn’t regret anything.

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Only a few days had passed, and now, judgment day had arrived. You could feel Leviathan’s agitation and panic even from afar. The only reason he hadn’t found a way to storm into the Celestial Realm was that he knew you were still alive.

You stood in front of your Father and the Seraphim with your head held high, your heart pounding as they read your so-called “sins.” The celestial court was silent, the weight of their gazes almost unbearable.

“Is there anything you wish to say?” Michael asked, his voice echoing through the grand hall. A look of soft fondness crossed his face so quickly that you almost missed it. He should have known this would happen when he sent you to the Devildom where Leviathan was. You would never understand why he did it, though.

“No,” you replied, your voice steady.

At your response, the floor beneath you started to shake. Cracks spidered out from where you stood, and the ground slowly crumbled away. You tried to keep your composure as the marble gave way under your feet, plunging you down.

And you fell.

You closed your eyes, feeling the wind whip past you, the burning pain starting as your halo melted into your scalp and your wings ignited, turning into fiery remnants of their former glory. Every fiber of your being was consumed by pain, yet you weren’t scared. You knew someone would be there to catch you.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a protective embrace. The fall slowed as Leviathan’s familiar presence enveloped you. He cushioned your descent, his body shielding you from the worst of the impact as you reached the ground.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he whispered in your ear, his voice soothing amidst the chaos. You could feel his desperation and relief, his resolve to keep you safe no matter what.

As he rushed you to the House of Lamentation, his pace urgent but careful, you clung to him, feeling the beat of his heart against yours. Despite the agony and the fear, you knew you had made the right choice.

You didn’t regret falling in love, and you didn’t regret falling from grace. Every moment, every sacrifice, had led you to this point. You would do it all over again, just to be with him.

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hc. on the subject of Fontainian Wedding Ceremonies

Despite the kingdom’s well-known rowdy people, Fontainian weddings are among the most proper and religiously heavy in all of Ransei. Gods in Fontaine, especially those of or related to the sea, are held with equal amounts of respect and fear, as it is by their will alone that the sea can remain at bay, or rage over the lands, and the reverence can be seen clearly through the wedding traditions. There are a few differences between a marriage of two commoners and a royal marriage, with the most noticeable being the number of attendees to the formal ceremony.

The wedding day as a whole can be separated into three distinct ‘sections’ so to speak: the preparations, the ceremony proper and the reception

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The Preparations

Preparations for a wedding can begin as early as months in advance, with decisions being made on the location, the sake, the reception menu among many other things. With the exception of a groom in the royal family, in the time leading up to the wedding day from the proposal, the groom is expected to participate in muko-iri. That is, the offering of himself unto the bride’s family for the sake of labor in any form, whether it be for household chores, assisting in the parents’ trade and actively producing fish for the bride’s family to eat. In the week immediately preceding the day of the wedding, the bride and groom are expected to visit the shrine where they will marry together and present the gods with offerings and prayers for a peaceful and safe wedding.

The morning of the wedding, before the nuptial priest, the guests or the bride and groom have arrived, the caretakers of the shrine begin early. They first clean the entirety of the shrine, lay an offering of their own before the shrine, then begin setting up. There are rows of seats prepared based on how many attendees will arrive that span the room, though unlike mainland marriages there is no aisle for the bride and groom to walk down. Instead, when the time comes, they will enter from opposing sides of the room near the front, where the shrine and nuptial priest will be.

The bride and groom are to arrive separately, usually escorted by their families or if the situation calls for it ( see estranged family, no surviving family alive, other circumstances ) a select few close friends. For the time up to the ceremony proper, the bride and groom are not permitted to see one another, and are kept in two chambers that are connected to the very front of the shrine’s interior, where the nuptial priest will stand. The bride and groom may arrive in whatever they wish, barring the attire they will be wedded in to prevent any sullying, and are only permitted to get formally dressed after they are cleansed.

Immediately before the attendees are scheduled to arrive, the sake to be exchanged is prepared and tested to ensure it has not been tampered with.

 The Ceremony Proper

When all attendees are accounted for, the nuptial priest may choose to begin the ceremony. One final prayer is given to Arceus rather than to the gods of water, and then the ceremony may properly begin. The front two rows of seats are all empty, reserved for the moment at the beginning of the ceremony. The priest will take a conch shell and blow it in all four cardinal directions to request the presence of the gods for the first row, and the spirits of family and friends who have passed on for the second. A moment of silence is given, in the case that the spirits or the gods have any objection, and provided there is no such occasion the priest will begin a wedding wide prayer.

The bride and groom are to shed their informal clothes during this time and enter the baths that are drawn in their respective purification rooms. The water drawn is blessed by a group of priests assigned to the bride and groom’s rooms, and are to assist in whatever the respective occupant requires. These baths are to represent the bride and groom both purifying themselves of sin, and it is not uncommon for these baths to take the better part of an hour. Some brides and grooms have even entered the shrine room with skin reddened from how furious and long they have scrubbed at themselves.

Once the bride and/or groom have sufficiently cleaned themselves, they are dried by the priests who are in the room, and given their respective wedding attire. Brides almost always wear a pure white kimono, with the one exception being that of a marriage between Fontainian nobility, in which case the bride wears a kurobiki furisode, oftentimes black, with varying patterns of gold and navy blue based on the brides preferences. The groom will wear a black haori emblazoned with the crest of their family, and a black hakama with blue vertical stripes. When a party is finished dressing, they knock thrice on their door, and when both are prepared, the priest will end the prayer and call for them.

The bride and groom enter the room at the same time, and approach the priest to move on. Before they are read their vows to be accepted, the couple must participate in san-san-ku-do, the ritual exchange of the aforementioned agreed upon sake. Both bride and groom must drink from three sake cups of increasing size, exchanging in the order of groom-bride, then bride-groom, then finally groom –bride once more. After this, the parents are to drink from the sake cups, but in the event that one or both parties have no family to show, the cups are instead placed before the shrine as an offering.

Once the sake exchange is finished, the rites are read and accepted. After the bride and groom have kissed, they must present before the gods a small sakaki bloom in thanks for a successful and peaceful ceremony. After this, the ceremony proper is concluded, and guests may now begin moving to the site of the reception.

 The Reception

The wedding reception is a far cry from the proper and formal setting of the ceremony proper, and it’s not uncommon for the reception to be held half an hour, or even an hour after the ceremony is scheduled to end, even if the location is very close. Most Fontainian receptions are held on the beach, and are a celebration to which all are welcome to partake in. It’s normal for all the residents of a town in which a wedding is held to visit the reception and offer congratulations at one point or another, even if the couple are complete strangers.

The bride and groom are both escorted to their places of residence by the same people who brought them in the mornings. There they will change into more relaxed attire to avoid getting their formal wear dirtied by the sand and ocean. In the case of a member of the royal family, they will return to the attire they wear to all political events. The bride, unless also a political figure, will change into something like a more vibrant, lighter kimono, or even something like a party dress or evening gown.

At the reception, the opening ceremony honors the bride and groom and the first barrel of sake is broken open by the groom with a mallet to be shared with everyone.

The reception offers a wide variety of food, though as expected of Fontaine, most of the selection is seafood. But since its seafood, the Fontainians will go all out. Any sort of fish pokemon under the sun is available, arranged in a bright and colorful sushi presentation. This only grows exponentially at royal receptions. At a reception for a Warlord’s marriage, there’s everything from Kingler legs, Crawdaunt tails, malamari, to even imported cuisine, especially if there are attendees from other kingdoms’ royal families.

It’s during the reception that attendees are allowed to have their Pokemon beside them, and it’s very common for there to be tournaments and battles held in honor of the bride and groom, and it’s said that the first man to beat the groom and first woman to beat the bride will have good fortune. As the wedding winds to a close, the bride and groom will gather everyone to cut the cake, though at royal weddings this is first preceded by the release of Luvdisc into the harbor.

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hc. on the subject of the Fontainian Armory PART 1 - WEAPONS AND ARMOR

So courtesy of the conquest discord’s discussion on various weapons and armor across Ransei, I bring you the Fontaine version™

Weaponry

The Fontainian ground military is a predominantly melee force, and in order to accommodate, the weapons are built with long range intended. Weapons like Naginata, Tridents and various kusari based weapons. Javelins are also mass produced for taking care of distant enemies, but the force is still incredibly melee based.

Naginata and Tridents are made both with a durable wood length that is polished. Where they differ is at the head. Naginata blades are crafted with tempered metal that has been imported and are often shaped and curved for the sake of tearing and pulling at armor. Meanwhile, Tridents are topped with the far more deadly crowns of various Pokemon. Those of Gyarados are often used, but on rare occasions where they can be used, Empoleon crowns are far more deadly and much higher quality.

The kusari weapons are built with the chain being made from the same tempered metal that naginata blades are. Kusari-fundo are the blunt-force version, and the weights on the end are also made of this tempered material. However, the Kusarigama blades are intended for anything from shearing enemies to taking apart armor, so they need to be far more durable. As such, these blades are made of Kabutops blade that have been sharpened and tempered in their own way.

Armor

The armor of the Fontainian army has two main branches: the ground troops, and the aquatics troops.

Ground troops are comprised of more heavily armored units at the front, and then lesser but more dangerously armored units. Heavily armored Fontainians wear three layers with the first layer being something akin to a body suit fashioned from rubbery Gastrodon hide so that any water that made its way through the rest was effectively kept away from the skin so that any poison that was in the water wouldn’t affect them, or a stray jolt of electricity hit them. Above that is the main layer, fashioned of tempered, sharpened Golisopod plates. The final ‘layer’ does not cover the entirety of the body, but rather the head and key bending points where the plates cannot guard. This layer is comprised of hardened shells, taken from Pokemon like Cloyster.

The lighter of the ground troops wore two layers. Much like the heavy units, these infantry wore the Gastrodon body suits to avoid water meeting skin. However, the second layer differs from the plates of Golisopod in that it, much like the first layer, covers most of the body. Fashioned from the hide of Sharpedo, it is resistant to many piercing based weapons. However, the main reason for having this armor is so that some Fontainian soldiers can close the distance to further enemies far quicker than the heavy units, and the natural Rough Skin makes the weapon deadly against both people and Pokemon ( read: some soldiers can punch at people and Pokemon with the equivalent of really, really mean sandpaper. it hurts a lot. )

The aquatics section of the military, as expected, spends most of their time in bodies of water. The armor that comes along with this section is suited to allow as little resistance in water as possible. The armor itself is akin to a wetsuit, and is crafted of very slick hides, like those of the Wailord line.

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hc. on the subject of the Second Fontainian Civil War

When one thinks of political discourse, often one thinks of the more northern kingdoms like Nixtorm, or the southeastern Kingdoms like Yaksha. It may then come as a surprise that leading up to the conquest of Ransei, Fontaine was at war with itself.

For many decades, Fontaine was headed by the Chosokabe dynasty, then ruled by Chosokabe Kanetsugu and his son Senyumaru ( later known by the name Kunichika ). During that time, in contrast to post-civil war Fontaine, the Kingdom was actually quite religious, often holding bi-annual festivals in the name of the Sea God, and held monthly ( or weekly depending on the proximity to the coast ) sessions of prayer. However, one of the wealthier families within the kingdom, the Motoyama, were not altogether pleased with the level of devotion toward ‘some false sea creature’ as the family themselves were worshippers of Arceus ( something on the extreme side for that matter ).

The Motoyama were incredibly vocal to the Chosokabe, protesting, refusal to fund Leviathan-oriented festivals and prayers. In secret, the Motoyama used their resources to raise something of an army, flexing their economic control over certain port cities and shipbuilding families. Naturally, despite the discrete nature of the act, one doesn’t just build a rebel army or steal supplies all the while evading the notice of the Warlord. Kanetsugu knew early on of the actions the Motoyama were taking, and in private contacted a family incredibly close to the Chosokabe, the Ichijo. While the Motoyama had eyes and ears in many places, the Ichijo were loyal and sworn to secrecy, and Kanetsugu’s only son, Senyumaru was sent to the Ichijo family’s residence close to the Auroran border to be kept under the care of Ichijo Fusaie at the age of four.

Only three months later, the Motoyama staged a display of military force along the southernmost coast of Fontaine, close enough to the capital that word spread of it quickly. To put the icing on the cake, so to speak, a large manmade idol of the Leviathan was set alight, and the Motoyama’s demands were sent to the castle: to cease all worship of any form of the Leviathan, and to convert to the ‘true god of Ransei, Arceus’. It went about as well as you’d expect: Kanetsugu declined fiercely, and in the following days, the Motoyama staged a full on coup, their own warships storming ports all along the the south and west coasts before forming a blockade around the capital.

The Motoyama’s ground forces then moved in under the cover of night, assaulting the capital and storming the keep. At the same time, the warships then moved in on the main harbor, cutting the attention of the royal forces  between both sides of the capital. In the midst of this, Kanetsugu attempted to flee the castle in an attempt to rendezvous with the Ichijo and reconnect with his son, but was captured on the outskirts of the town after all decoys were killed. He was brought back to the castle, and on the day following the Motoyama’s success, Kantesugu was brought before the people of Fontaine and executed before being thrown to the moat surrounding the castle.

Fontaine became vastly chaotic under the rule of the Motoyama for obvious reasons. The entire Kingdom was divided with those that supported the Chosokabe being widely discriminated by the supporters of the Motoyama. It takes a year under the new proclaimed dynasty for many of their supporters to realize that the Motoyama are absolutely batshit, and the borderline fanatical devotion toward Arceus ( and subsequent outcasting of literally any other deity worship ) quickly made the Motoyama among the most hated families in Fontaine. The people were forced to submit to the family for three more years after that; years that began to be filled with rumors.

Rumors that spoke of the late Chosokabe’s only son; that he was raising an army to come and take back the castle. It was rumors like these that ultimately lead to the downfall of the Motoyama clan as a whole. These rumors instilled paranoia in the ruling family, and the actions they took to try and find the boy drew further disapproval from the Fontainians, including a secret force sent to check the homes of those who vocalized their disdain of the Motoyama, and the outright executions of those who were believed to be assisting the young prince.

For their part, the rumors were not entirely false. Young Senyumaru was indeed building up his own force to exact revenge on the Motoyama, and quickly drew favor of the Ichijo military for his wild and impulsive behavior, and his blatantly put, jackassery. It would take four long years before Senyumaru and the Ichijo’s forces were anywhere near capable of attacking the castle, but when they were, Senyumaru, alongside Fusaie, lead the forces toward the capital. Along the way, many in favor of the Chosokabe offered up their arms, offered what supplies they could, and pledged loyalty to the prince.

On the eve of the second storming of the castle, Senyumaru chose to cast away his childhood name despite his still young age ( he was to be Warlord after all ), and took up the name Kunichika. With the overwhelming support of the populace and the internal fighting that had taken root in the Motoyama, the siege did not last near as long as the first did. Within a handful of days, the castle’s doors had been blown open, and all members of the Motoyama inside, along with those still faithful to them, were captured. Many attempted to flee, yet none made it beyond the edge of the town, a personal order of Kunichika’s.

The next day, all of Fontaine was invited to bear witness the restoration of the Chosokabe dynasty, and the permanent fall of the Motoyama. The family was brought before Warlord Kunichika, and many were dumbfounded at the sight. Some attempted to barter with him, but under Fusaie’s guidance, Kunichika was not swayed by their words. At the end of the day, despite Fusaie’s attempts at discouraging such an action, Kunichika had decided was he wanted done. At the impressionable age of thirteen, holding in his mind the grudge of his murdered father from the age of four, Kunichika ordered for the execution of all allies and all but one member of the Motoyama. The very man who led the Motoyama initially and killed Kanetsugu was to be personally killed by Kunichika’s link, a Croconaw at the time.

The execution resulted in Croconaw evolving into Feraligatr, and alongside his companion, Kunichika reestablished the Chosokabe Dynasty, naming Fusaie as his Junior Warlord and chief adviser, and bearing a Feraligatr as the symbol of his leadership to instill both pride and respect in his people.

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npc intro - Morichika & Nobuchika

Morichika

Perfect Link: Oshawott | Dewott | Samurott

( art found here by @souledsilver !!! )

Morichika is the younger of Motochika’s two sons and is rowdy, much like his father. In fact, in many ways Morichika is much like his father, the same Pokemon line link, the same interest in seafaring and general attitude ( and of course, the jackassery ). Where Nobuchika is the far more government minded person, Morichika is infinitely more intrigued by military, and to some extent the economy.

As age dictates, Morichika will be the second in line for the Warlord title should Motochika die, with Nobuchika being the first. Due to this, Morichika doesn’t take his classes as seriously, often caught daydreaming or skipping in favor of visiting the docks or training with his companion Pokemon.

In spite of this, Morichika is a passionate individual who loves his family dearly ( damn near idolizes his father and thinks he’s awesome; wants to grow up and be just like him, much to the chagrin of his mother ).

Nobuchika

Perfect Link: Slowpoke | Slowking

Nobuchika, as the eldest son, is the next in line to become Warlord. Unlike his younger brother, Nobuchika is somewhat annoyed by the way his father acts and his seemingly less than serious way of dealing with things. As a result, Nobuchika is somewhat detached from the family, instead preferring to spend time alone with his partner Pokemon studying or at some of the newly finished religious sites.

Nobuchika is content to let his younger brother be the one spending all his time on the ships and at sea, as he himself is far more interested in the history and science books in his free time ( what they have available in Fontaine ). To an extent, Nobuchika is somewhat afraid of the mystery of the seas, having been raised on stories that the sea monsters that lived there had killed some who ventured too far, he’s completely fine with staying on land. While he knows his way around a ship ( he’s a Fontainian for Arceus’ sake ), he won’t be readily volunteering to sail all the way up to the North.

The one thing Nobuchika takes directly from his father is his love for music. However, rater than just play, Nobuchika enjoys singing and dancing, especially in religious circumstances. It is not uncommon to find the eldest son at one of the monthly or weekly festivals partaking in or even leading a song.

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worldbuilding hc  — on the subject of fishing, trade, and the guidelines in Fontaine

As the most nautically inclined kingdom in Ransei, it comes as no surprise that a majority of Fontaine’s exports include fish, and fishing based products. It may come as a surprise, but Fontaine is actually quite prosperous with the wide assortment of goods they’re able to gain access to.

However, there are certain guidelines put into place by the early Chosokabe warlords that prohibit the fishing of certain species within Ransei. With how prominent Fontaine fishing products are within the market, their guidelines have spread to a good majority of the region.

Magikarp - Gyarados

Magikarp are a unique case in Ransei due to the variety that appear all over the coast. It should be noted that Magikarp are recorded to migrate to the coasts of Dragnor to begin the evolution process on the rivers that flow down the mountains. Generally, the Normal, Calico and Orange pattern Magikarp are found in most bodies of water, coastal and inland, and are essentially the free-for-all varieties ( there are no outright consequences for keeping a catch of these kind ) and are used as a source of food.

Pink, Purple and White pattern Magikarp do not have an especially good taste, but what makes these Magikarp lack in taste, they make up for in their visual appeal. Oftentimes, these types of Magikarp are caught and kept alive to be sold as pets for children, since their vibrant colors often appeal to young boys and girls. Pink and Purple Magikarp are found inland of Illusio and Spectra respectively, while the White Magikarp is often found in the frigid waters near Nixtorm.

Grey and Brown pattern Magikarp aren’t a highly sought-after variety due to their particular taste being less than desirable, and their coloration being far from appealing. As expected, they are seen often all along the coast, but have an especially dense population off the rocky coast of Terrera and Cragspur.

Black pattern Magikarp are a difficult case, as depending on the Kingdom where they are fished. Most of central and southern Ransei have no qualms with fishing up Black Magikarp since the scales are highly sought after for decorative usage. However, in the north, particularly within Dragnor, the Black Magikarp are regarded with far more respect due to their coloration, and depending on the region of Dragnor, one may be received poorly for fishing them. Coincidentally the highest density of Black Magikarp happens to be on the coast, and inland, of Dragnor.

An undisputed fact is that, should one reel in a Golden Magikarp, it must be returned to the water whence it came. This is respected all throughout Ransei, and is very well punishable as a high offense should it be found that someone has openly disregarded it. The only known exception in history is when current Fontaine warlord Motochika’s grandfather, Chosokabe Kanetsugu kept not one but two Golden Magikarp within Fontaine’s Castle as a means to breed the Gold pattern in a safe environment, that it would not eventually grow extinct. To counteract this, every Spring, the Fontaine Magikarp Festival culminates with the release of the year’s Golden population into Ransei’s waters. Naturally, this means that one is most likely to find a Golden Magikarp off the coast of Fontaine.

As for Gyarados, it is highly recommended in Ransei that fishermen do not actively seek out large groups of Gyarados since they are incredibly dangerous and have volatile tempers. There is not much profit to be had either, as their flesh is tough, and their scales are less appealing. Perhaps the only useful parts of the Pokemon to be harvested are their fangs, which can be used to craft weapons and tool, and the ‘crown’ that can be used for the same reason. Gyarados can be found all along the coast of Ransei, though there is a particular density on the coast of Dragnor, and within the mountain lakes and rivers.

Vaporeon

Vaporeon is a case where the Pokemon themselves are not profitable, but their appearance can yield profit. Vaporeon themselves are both rare and incredibly difficult to capture, not because of their temperament, but because their molecular structure allows them to seemingly ‘melt’ into the water, effectively escaping from nets unless completely taken out of the water fast enough. Neither the pelt, nor the meat from a Vaporeon is worth the work put in to catch one of them. However, the real money-maker is that if one manages to see a large group of Vaporeon, it usually indicated the mineral of Water Stones to be present nearby. One will usually see Vaporeon off the coast of Fontaine, or in clusters within the rocky waters of Cragspur.

Wooper - Quagsire

The Wooper line is not a particular profitable species, due to their meat being excessively fatty, and the skin being far too slimy to be used for any clothing material. The Pokemon are more a nuisance while fishing anyhow, since they simply sit in water with their mouths open. This tends to get hooks and netting stuck in their mouths, and makes for a large hassle to try and free one’s equipment. Fishermen that are around Cragspur’s coast are encouraged to thoroughly search the waters before setting your equipment out, lest a Wooper or Quagsire damage it.

Bibarrel

While not popular for their meat, Bibarel pelts are actually considered quite fashionable, and there is always a market for clothing made from the fur among the noble families of Ransei. Prized specifically for their retention of warmth and texture, as well as their unique waterproof nature, allowing them to be worn even in conditions such as rain or snow. However, despite the demand for Bibarel furs, fishermen and netters must be cautious not to overdo their efforts, as Bibarel dams often have a big impact on the environment. Bibarel can often be found along the rivers leading out to the coast, and sometimes even on the river deltas themselves.

Spheal - Sealeo - Walrein

While both Spheal and Sealeo may be netted for their blubber, which is then rendered into oil and then manufactured into products such as soap, candles, or simply used as fuel for roadside lamps, the true target that fishermen and netters go after are the Walrein. Not only do they yield a larger amount of blubber, but they also have the tusks which can be used for weaponry or, more commonly, shipped off as a raw material to other Kingdoms to be made into works of art or religious objects. As expected of the typing, the Spheal line is only found in the northern section of Ransei, along Nixtorm’s northernmost coastline.

Dratini - Dragonair

While not a fish per se, Fishermen often run into these two Pokemon when they travel along rivers. The general consensus among Kingdoms is that one generally does not actively seek out Dratini and Dragonair to fish for. Here and there, one may be caught in place of a target fish, but its frowned upon to specifically be a ‘dragon fisherman’, especially since in the kingdom of Dragnor, fishing or netting of any kind against Dragons is punishable by time in custody. While Dratini are found in a couple different Kingdoms’ rivers, Dragonair are only found in the mountain rivers of Dragnor.

Oshawott - Dewott - Samurott

Up until recent years, the Oshawott line was sought out for their Razor Shells, to be sold as both weapon sharpeners or, for the more dull shells, as a charm or toy for young children. However, once Chosokabe Motochika ascended the Fontaine throne and his Perfect Link with Samurott being discovered, the fishing has been explicitly banned within Fontaine’s borders. This, as it happens, has effectively put Razor Shells off the market, as the Oshawott family has only ever been found in the inland bodies of water within Fontaine.

Piplup - Prinplup - Empoleon

The Empoleon line is a dangerous line to contend with, and it is a general consensus among fishermen that it is far too much of a hassle to successfully net an Empoleon to even out the gains at the end of the day. While the trident-esque crown is sought out for both weaponry and cosmetic means, Empoleon themselves are resilient and even taking one down along is a difficult endeavor. It’s generally also agreed that if one is to get a Piplup on their line, its wiser to simply let it go than try and keep it, as wherever a Piplup, the parent Empoleon is no doubt close behind.

Panpour - Simipour

The Panpour line is another case where the Pokemon themselves are not quite profitable, but their presence indicates that a potential for profit is nearby. As opposed to Vaporeon however, the presence of Panpour and Simipour indicates a place where there’s a high volume of berries. The berries in question go toward the making of juices, or, more often than not, are used within Fontaine as bait for attracting more profitable fish. Often, these Pokemon are found along the border of Fontaint and Greenleaf, or Fontaine and Aurora.

Lapras

Lapras itself has never had a particularly high yield for product, with tough meat, and tougher scales, couples with the shell on its back, doesn’t make for easy extraction of materials. As a result, Lapras is more often than not captured for the sake of domestication, and sold from there to other Kingdoms as a fisherman’s companion Pokemon, since the Pokemon are known to have an innate sense of direction. It should be noted that while they are most often found in Nixtorm, it isn’t unheard of to find them in warmer seas from time to time. However, with the bond between Warlord Mitsuhide and his own Lapras, over-domestication of the species is highly frowned upon.

The Leviathan

Regarded by many Fontainians as a god of its own right, the Leviathan has never had a for-sure sighting. Some fishermen describe it as a several headed hydra that glows beneath the surface of the water, some say its a giant serpent with a maw so wide it could swallow an entire ship, while others yet claim it to be a giant whale with fins so wide its able to fly out of the water for a time. No matter what the true nature of the Leviathan is, it is incredibly dangerous and if its silhouette is sighted while out on a fishing trip, the party in question must return to Fontaine with all due haste and inform the warlord immediately.

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npc intro. - Huangdi Shi

Perfect (only) Link: Horsea, Seadra, Kingdra

As the ancient and first warlord of the kingdom of Fontaine, there are not many records on the subject of Shi’s reign; however it it claimed that the Chosokabe family is descended of him. Tales that have been passed on are mostly those through sailors, and as such can’t exactly be trusted to the word.

The general consensus is that Lord Shi was a very devoted ruler toward his people during a time when their beliefs in the sea deity, the Leviathan, were spreading panic. Many believed the Leviathan would rise from the depths as it did in mythos and cause torrential rains that would drown the kingdom.

It was said that Shi alone would sail far out, to the horizon where the sun fell into the sea, and bring with him all matter of offerings to keep the Leviathan ( Leviathans, he alone would learn ) appeased. After presenting the offerings to the sea, he is said to have knelt in prayer for varying amounts of time before diving into the ocean itself.

Some say that he communed directly with the Leviathan, yet when asked, he would simply shrug and claim he could not tell. Shi’s death was a grand spectacle, the very vessel he used for years on end was prepared and his body was placed upon the ship to be sent out in the direction he sailed for year after year. Rumor has it the boat was claimed by the Leviathan, and Shi with it. Some say the body was taken as a sacrifice, and that is what appeased the Leviathan forevermore. Some say Shi’s spirit was brought to the seafloor by the Leviathan and has been keeping it distracted.

Some even say that his spirit became one with the Leviathan, and that Shi himself chooses not to bring the beast to the surface.

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Friendly reminder that Chika is lying out of his ass when he says that Fontaine fished for months on months to get a Golden Magikarp for their attraction at the summer festival. One of the newly bred Golden Magikarp from the two within the castle was added to the pool. It was actually a far easier process than he is making it out to be.

Besides, he knows fishing Gold Magikarps from the ocean is illegal.