The fallen.

Chapter 2

What Happened to the weather?
What happened to the city?
What Happened to everyone?
These questions swirl through young Celio's mind as he runs through the dark alleyways and streets of Xhar. He didn't know exactly what it was that he was running from he also didn't know where he was going to. All he knew was that everyone was dead and he was definitely next , but he refused to accept it. He kept running. He also knew that he had long passed his body limit and was now running only on adrenaline ,he knew the moment he stopped moving ,he was going to come crashing down on the ground and pass out.
He knew that it would take a miracle for him to survive this day.
His train of thought is broken once more as a certain degree of darkness envelopes him , followed by a subtle cold ,one so filled with the sensation of death and bloodlust that it made his skin crawl, but despite all this ,he kept running. Until he blindly runs into a dead end.
"No... No no no no no.... God no!!!!!"
He turns around to run back but sees the sillhouete of a man standing before him , a man who's features he couldn't decipher not only due to the darkness enveloping him but also due to the fact that his fear and despair had robbed him of his ability to think.
"Wh...who are you!?" He asks ,not expecting a reply , but was shocked when he hears a sinister chuckle escape the man's mouth
"Who am I?" He asks "I have lived for thousands of centuries and people have called me a myriad of names. But I suppose the one which captures my essence most is the one which was given to me the last time I visited this realm"
At that moment ,the sillhouete begins to rapidly expand , multiplying it's size almost ten fold in just a few seconds , giving him a more intense and eerie presence.
"I ... Am.... Leviathan"
As he says this , he stretches forth a hand and effortlessly picks Celio from the ground and tosses him into the air like a rag doll.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!!" Even before hitting the ground ,his scream resonates through the city like a Banshee. While still mid-air, His mind flashes back to a few days ago, he was on a picnic with the fair maiden drawn on his sketch book. She wore a multicolored flared gown and her blonde hair almost got to her waist level, they were absorbed in each other's company; Life was good.
His flashback is suddenly terminated as he feels his cranium getting bashed against a pavement on the street. He was surprised that he didn't die immediately but he knew that he definitely sustained a lethal brain injury and if he somehow managed to escape this alive ,he will never be normal again.
"How? How did it all go South so fast? How did I suddenly switch up from bliss to terror? How!!!???"
Suddenly ,he feels a presence above him although he sees nothing ,he feels it reaching toward him. He searches his mangled brain frantically for what to describe this presence with. Only one word surfaces: death!
Closing his eyes and letting go of his thoughts ,he helplessly gives in to the inevitability of his own demise.