The chained-up being began to speak, causing Leviathan to smirk a bit as they seemed to have some level of humor. It was always fun to find someone who wasn't so dreadfully serious all the time. The conversation carried on quite casually until a quite surprising point was reached that caused Leviathan to light up. Fear this man? A strange power within himself!? A descendant of primordial demons!? That was just the kind of spice he was looking for in his daily life that fueled his ego all the same.

He'd suddenly sit on the air itself, crossing a leg over the other as he seemed to ponder, tapping a finger on his chin. "The rest fear you huh? I suppose that means I'm cut from a different cloth..." he mused, clapping his hands together after a moment while letting out a laugh. "I must confess, I have no clue of my lineage. Neither of my parents are people I know... but perhaps! Maybe I could be the son of the Ruler of Demons afterall and I was simply sent away for my terrifying potential, AHAHAH!" Leviathan laughed more, clutching his chest as he thought of the idea of being rightful nobility. Alas, he couldn't properly answer the dark being, as the being probably knew more about him than he did. "Though, I am a master of shapeshifting, this isn't how I normally look. And I'm not exactly the most well-trained." he would shrug then, wondering if he had been slacking too much on his training to truly let his power grow. Who knew what was lurking deep inside.

All of these thought processes would come to a halt for the young demon as the entity began to introduce himself, Leviathan offering another delightful smirk as he would hear his many titles. "Ah I see, a man of status. Exciting! I am simply Leviathan, though Levi works too I suppose." he would reply, not even attempting to return the bow, showing some degree of unpolished manners.

Leviathan's eyes flashed excitedly as Medama spoke the same language as him, the demon boy nodded rapidly. "There's no way someone like you doesn't know SOMETHING worth sharing! You're like... a wellspring just waiting to be cracked!" Leviathan mused excitedly, looking almost like a child as he looked up at the being, before he would be taken back slightly.

The devilish smile was off-putting... the pure-black look in his eyes, it was chaotic incarnate. Fear was a curious thing... it could come from a place of vulnerability, from something purely visual, or merely just something stronger than oneself. Leviathan had lived his life among demons, and as this look was off-putting it wasn't exactly horrifying in the literal sense, he had seen somewhat similar. Now when it came to vulnerability, Medama was the one tied up to a throne, almost as if sealed away... not Leviathan. But there was the curious note... Leviathan felt out with his ki, searching for the gap between himself and this entity and he felt.... nothing.

A smug look washed over the Demon as he felt no power, pointing at Medama. "You're pathetically weak, what reason would I have to fear you?" he would remark, sensing that his power was far greater than nothing, but then something would click. "Wait..." he muttered, looking at the floor with his hand grasping at his chin. Even the weakest of lifeforms gave off some kind of energy, this wasn't someone weak, this was... unnatural. "No, you aren't necessarily weak. You straight up don't have energy. What's the meaning of this?" he would remark, glaring at the entity for a moment before shaking his head. He had no reason to be hostile at all... he was simply thrown for a loop at something unfathomable. 

Leviathan would be surprised for a second as Medama started laughing, causing the boy to chuckle a bit nervously. He wasn't scared in particular, but this entire scenario was far more troubling than he had initially anticipated. Who knew what powers this guy had up his sleeve. It was then revealed that it was simply a joke, causing Leviathan to let out a bit of a sigh of relief. He didn't like being the one on the butt-end of a joke, but he simply was outplayed there. It was Medamas victory. Though beyond that, he could respect the sentiment of enjoying company, it was lonely in Makai, let alone what this guy had to feel chained up here. 

That was when Leviathan was asked an... interesting question, one he wasn't all too sure of himself. He didn't have the answer to everything in the palm of his hand either, he simply had to go off of what he had seen recently. He pondered for a moment to make sure the answer he wanted to give was quite sincere. "I can't say for sure, I spend all of my time wandering out here so I rarely meet with people. The ones I have run into seem to be looking for a way out though. I don't blame them, many would want off of this forsaken rock." he'd lean back as he answered, his hands resting behind his head as he he sat idly in thought. Surely the way out was real? He simply had to find it. 

His hypothesis would come to end as he was caught by the sound of clapping, looking back to Medama out of curiosity. The story of this great being was then put before him, Leviathan being all too excited to absorb every last drop of information that he had to offer. An ancient demon king? Great emnpire? Cursed gods? This was that folklore stuff that was absolutely INCREDIBLY to a curious demon like Leviathan that would cause him to stop sitting on air and instead stand at full attention, a smile crossing his face as he listened to it all. It seemed he had stumbled upon something truly special beyond all belief. Perhaps this was... fate? Yes, surely that was why he had become a wanderer! It was all leading up to this day, where he would find a demon king lost to history and clouded by wariness by the others. They were fools to not take the opportunity!

Then, Medama pointed at Leviathan and said something that just fueled Leviathan's ego even more, the demon boy laughing a bit. He knew he was something special from the very start! He wasn't like the other dull beings of this world, he was different! And then there was the idea of a reward, something given by a prior demon king!? This had to be incredible! Though he would have a spark of curiosity again as he brought up evading some Oni. "Oni...? I didn't sense anything..." he would look around, wondering if it was simply dumb luck that he didn't run into them. Maybe they had perished long ago and nobody had replaced them, or they were among the many flocking to find the way out of this world. In any case, he certainly didn't go out of his way to evade the Oni, it just happened.

Then, the hammer fell, the question that plagued most who thought on it deeply. "What I desire most...?" he questioned, before looking at the floor by the throne. There were so many possible answers. He could wish for unlimited knowledge, he could wish for freedom, he could wish to usurp the throne and become the new King of Demons. He loved to play tricks on people, and he didn't like to be under anybody's thumb. If HE was King, he could play tricks on all of his subjects AND he wouldn't have to be held down by any Ruler of Demons himself! But... was that what he truly desired? Maybe not... it was a tough question. And then there were the limitations, could this ancient king fulfill ANY desire? Leviathan could wish to become a god! A trickster god! That would be a fun existence... but, if this man could bestow godhood upon people, he most likely wouldn't have been so easily sealed away. This was the problem with being a demon of curiosity and little knowledge, he had too many things he wanted and knew too little what he wanted could effect his life!

"Hmmm..." Leviathan mused out loud, seeming to struggle with what he wanted to ask for. But that was when it hit him, it was all about those limitations that would help him decide! If this guy had been sealed for countless generations, his information could be outdated, Leviathan couldn't risk that. He HAD to escape to the outside world, there he would be able to find all of his answers on his own. "I... desire knowledge. And to earn that, I want you to aid me in finding a way out of Makai. I've spent enough years trapped in this barren landscape, so freedom! Freedom to explore the outside universe as I please, I want to be able to find my own answers, and ask my own questions!" he would answer confidently. Deep down he hoped that this would come with the chance to change his order later, he could possibly change his mind down the road. But for the time being, this was what he could hope for above all else. But even then there was the most curious question of all... could this ancient king be trusted? If his time had meant anything, it was that everyone and everything was a liability. And there was no way that Medama was offering whatever Leviathan desired just because he was curious and gave him company, surely. "So what is the catch with all of this? Surely some ancient demon king isn't offering me my greatest desires out of the kindness of his heart, right? Those kind of demons don't exist here. Unless you mean to tell me that kindness is a relic of your time?" he ended off there, staring Medama down with a smile on his face. It was time to see what this man truly was looking for.

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Medama

Actions: Leviathan used Ki Sense on Medama and found... nothing!

Suddenly, the air around began to chill. The clouds above them started to darken. Snow began to fall steadily to the ground. Both individuals would be able to sense a cold aura. While it didn’t have the same ki signature a demon had, it felt very similar to them. Whatever kind of being that it was, this ki was cold as ice. There was no warmth to it in the slightest. Just the presence alone would be enough to chill most people to the bone. A child-like voice would echo in Leviathan’s mind.

“You’re a demon of this realm, aren’t you? Are you here to free the chained God? I hope that’s why you’ve come here. If you don’t leave, then I’ll be able to have some fun for the first time in 5 decades. It’s been so lonely, guarding him for all these years.”

The voice said gleefully. She sounded innocent enough, yet there was underlying malice that seemed to be lurking beneath the surface. Medama would not hear the voice. But this presence was one he was well familiar with. Akisei had not left him unguarded. And that guardian was about to show itself.