Song Remains the Same

Chapter 86: All Nightmare Long

"All these nights are catching up to me. I just can't put insomnia to sleep."
- Lifehouse

*** CONTENT TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide Attempt ***

Six Days After Castiel Walked Into The Lake...

Richard Roman: billionaire businessman, one of the fifty most powerful men in America, owner of his own enterprise. Successful, influential, and... well, dead. In his own corporate office, the wealthy CEO's body sprawled on the floor. His glassy eyes stared lifelessly in shock at the ceiling above.

"Dick, Dick, Dick..." said a soft, humored voice. Expensive polished Stefano Bemer brand dress shoes sauntered lazily around Richard 'Dick' Roman's dead body. "You were a real go-getter, weren't you?" the voice continued. "That's what I like about you. Well... about me." Standing over Dick Roman's corpse and chuckling was... Dick Roman.

This right here was the best part about being a Leviathan. The ability to copy and transform into anything you had DNA access to. A mere touch was all it took. The Leviathan who stood over Dick Roman and looked like Dick Roman chuckled. Masquerading as the illustrious and unfortunately-dead businessman had given him complete access to the CEO's personality, memories, abilities—everything. This successful human man's appearance was the perfect host and disguise for this specific Leviathan. Why? Because this Leviathan was Original. The first and primary, the one who had spawned his collective of all the others in ancient times. He was the king and ruler of his kind. The smartest, the fastest, the visionary, the one who was already planning domination over any and all other sentient beings in existence.

Original's species had finally escaped Purgatory after what seemed to be a million years. All thanks to that bumbling angel who was now very dead and at the bottom of a lake somewhere. Original smiled to himself, so pleased with the circumstances he had found himself and his Lessers in. There were millions of yummy humans just waiting to be gobbled up and subjugated, Behemoth had been sent back to Purgatory and wouldn't get in the way again, and maybe best of all, God seemed to be nowhere to be found. All signs pointed to yes. Leviathan could finally be what they were supposed to be: the ruling, superior species, free to hunt and feast upon humans, free to recreate the world as Original saw fit.

A professional-looking Asian woman entered the room at a brisk stride and Original turned to eye her slyly. "...Did you eat the personal assistant?" he asked as she approached, a playfully sinister smile on his lips.

She returned his coy smirk. "With hot sauce."

"Atta girl!" Original commended enthusiastically, chuckling easily. He looked down at his dead doppelganger and knelt down beside him. "Now, before we eat Dick..." there was a powerful ripping, squelching sound as Original tore one of the limbs off of the body he knelt over. He turned and smiled up at the woman. "Let's keep this arm of his. Just in case we need some of that delicious DNA again in the foreseeable future." He rose up to his feet and handed the arm over to his personal assistant, who took it with a gracious smile. The door to the office opened again and in came another Leviathan that Original recognized as part of the collective. "Well look who came out for buffet!" he commented, grinning widely. "Just in time, Lesser."

The other Leviathan—in the body of a beefy Latino man—was quieter and calmer than Original. "It's Edgar now," he corrected in a blasé tone. Original's eyes narrowed questioningly. 'Edgar' then explained. "With our consciousness scattered into different bodies and no longer connected as they once were, taking individual names will make this easier."