DISCLAIMER: This is a creative creation of the writer. All names, personalities, organizations, settings, events, and scenarios are made up. Any resemblance to real individuals, living or dead, or to actual events is entirely coincidental.
In the middle of the night, Celeste wrapped herself around Leviathan, seeking comfort in his embrace. Leviathan responded by gently caressing her, his touch tender despite the conflicting emotions swirling within him. Eventually, he reluctantly loosened his grasp on her to take a shower.
As he stepped into the shower, Leviathan couldn't help but lament inwardly. "She's driving me crazy. I thought I could stop thinking of naughty things about her," he muttered, the cold water providing little relief. "Damn Celeste…"
Meanwhile, Celeste stirred in bed, feeling the absence of Leviathan's warmth. She noticed the bathroom light on and, curious, she approached the door cautiously. Peeking inside, she saw Leviathan in the shower, prompting her to quickly retreat to bed.
"Did he just take a shower?!" Celeste exclaimed, her expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity.
After a while, Levi emerged from the shower with wet hair, his appearance strikingly attractive and flawless. Celeste couldn't help but gulp nervously under his intense gaze.
"Did I wake you up?" Levi asked as he began drying his hair.
"Um, yeah, I guess you did," Celeste replied, avoiding direct eye contact.
Levi chuckled softly. "Why are you avoiding me?"
"N-Nothing," Celeste stammered, her cheeks flushing. "You're just... not wearing anything."
Levi moved closer to her, his demeanor relaxed. "And so? What's wrong with it? You've already seen it."
"Leviathan!" Celeste exclaimed, feeling flustered and hitting him playfully.
Levi chuckled again, his smile enticing. "Is that it?"
"Why did you shower in the middle of the night?" Celeste pouted, trying to change the subject.
Levi tousled his hair casually. "It's because of you. You keep getting me... excited."
Celeste's eyes widened in surprise, and she glanced down at her attire, suddenly feeling self-conscious. She then noticed Levi looking at her with an intense gaze, making her feel even more uncomfortable.
"L-Levi? What are you doing?" Celeste asked nervously, taking a step back.
He continued to advance towards her, and with her back against the wall, Celeste realized she had nowhere else to go. "I can't help it, though. You keep teasing me," Levi murmured huskily, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
"I didn't even do anything. How could that thing get hard?" Celeste pointed downward, her confusion evident.
Leviathan smirked at her. "I'm a man. Anything is possible when I'm with a woman like you."
Closing her eyes slowly, Celeste felt his rough kiss, both of them gasping for air as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their passionate exchange continued until Leviathan gently laid her down, kissing her passionately one last time before leaving her craving for more, still wearing his remaining clothes.
Feeling warm and satisfied, Celeste couldn't help but ask, "You're done!?"
Leviathan, with a hint of amusement, raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "You want more?"
She stood up, pinching his shirt gently. "Come sleep with me, hmm?"
"No, you sleep there, I'll sleep here," he replied, pointing to the sofa. "I won't be able to control myself. I don't want to hurt you," Leviathan explained further, kissing her forehead tenderly. "Go sleep."
Celeste pouted as she returned to bed. "Hmph."
Leviathan made a faint smile. "Hmm."
THE NEXT DAY, Matthew arrived just in time to serve Celeste breakfast in bed. She eagerly ate while searching for Leviathan.
"Where did he go?" Celeste asked him between bites.
"He's out handling some business here and there," Matthew responded.
"What time will he be done?" Celeste inquired, her tone edged with concern.
Matthew gulped nervously. "He'll return when he's finished."
"Matthew, tell me the truth," Celeste insisted, sensing his unease.
Matthew sighed heavily. "He's seeking solutions to evade death for both of you. The next full moon is in two days."
"What? Why didn't you tell me sooner!?" Celeste exclaimed, jumping out of bed. But Matthew stopped her. "Don't, please. Where is he? Tell me!" Celeste demanded, her eyes blazing with urgency.
"I can't. It's his orders. I can't disobey him," Matthew said, holding her tightly. "But he'll try his best, trust me," he added reassuringly.
Nodding reluctantly, Celeste conceded, "I'll go home in the meantime."
"Let me drive you, Lady Celeste," Matthew offered.
Trying to muster a smile, Celeste replied, "Thank you, Mat."
Meanwhile, Leviathan was at Lucifer's premises, discussing his situation with him.
Leviathan gently grasped his hair in frustration. "I'm out of options. What would you recommend that could save both of us?"
"What happened before the mark transferred to her?" Lucifer inquired.
Leviathan pondered for a moment. "She and I were on the verge of death, and then she saved me from drowning. When I woke up, the mark had disappeared from me and appeared on her."
"Hmm, I've never encountered this before, but if it happened similarly to what you've both experienced, then there's a big chance that the mark will return to you. Without a doubt, both of you will live," Lucifer explained, offering a theoretical solution.
Leviathan saw the logic in Lucifer's suggestion. "I think what you said will work, master."
"Regardless, ensure that the full moon is present when it happens. Everything else is beyond my control," Lucifer warned him.
Leviathan acknowledged the warning with a solemn nod. "Understood."
As the awaited moment arrived, the full moon illuminated the sky at precisely 10 PM. Celeste stood by Leviathan's side, clutching his hand tightly. She mentioned her intention to buy something at the convenience store when suddenly, a truck careened into the area, causing chaos and spreading fire rapidly.
Despite the thick smoke choking his breath, Leviathan dashed towards Celeste's direction, his only thought to save her. Amidst the flames, he found her lying near the food section, calling out for help. "Levi, save me," Celeste coughed weakly.
Struggling against his own weakening state, Leviathan reached out and grasped her hand firmly. "Celeste, I'm here," he reassured her, his determination unwavering.
As the fire raged around them, Celeste gradually lost consciousness due to the smoke. Leviathan, too, succumbed to the overpowering fumes, his strength fading.
In a miraculous turn of events, as the full moon reached its peak, the mark on Celeste's hand began to glow with magical energy, transferring back to Leviathan.
Regaining consciousness amidst the blaze, Leviathan's eyes opened to reveal a radiant golden glow emanating from within him. With newfound strength, he lifted Celeste in a bridal hold and carried her through the flames, determined to save her. Holding her close, he tried desperately to rouse her from unconsciousness, determined to bring her to safety.
"Celeste! Wake up! Please, I'm begging you," Levi pleaded desperately, frustration evident in his voice. "Don't do this to me. Not you, please." Holding her tightly, his powers emitted a vibrating essence in their surroundings.
Matthew sensed the tense atmosphere in Levi's room.
"Boss! You're back. Oh no."
"Shut your mouth and help me here!" Leviathan's fear was palpable as he clung to Celeste, terrified of losing her.
Feeling a chill run down his spine, Matthew complied with trembling hands. "Y-Yes."
As Celeste drifted in and out of consciousness, she experienced a vivid dream of Leviathan walking with a faint smile, his presence comforting yet fleeting. Suddenly, he vanished when he reached for her hand, prompting her to scream out in despair.
"N-NO! DON'T LEAVE ME!"
Startled awake by Celeste's cry, Leviathan rushed to her side. "Celeste! What's wrong?"
"I thought you were gone," Celeste sobbed, her eyes filled with tears.
Leviathan held her close, soothing her trembling form. "I'm glad you finally woke up. You've been unconscious for three days."
"What!?" Celeste couldn't believe it.
Leviathan gently kissed her, relief flooding his features. "You made it."
As their embrace lingered, a sense of accomplishment filled the air.
"Misson 2: Abstinence has been fulfilled."
Meanwhile, the Almighty observed from afar, remarking, "Well, well. What a surprise. He succeeded."