The Tenth Six Hundred Years

Midnight fluttered his eyes open and was immediately wrapped by a warm pair of hands. He watched Galaxia sobbed while hugging him. "What happened?"

"I thought I lost you forever," Galaxia whispered. Midnight smiled at him, gently caressing the sobbing man's hair.

"You're my best friend, why would I leave you alone?" Midnight smiled. "But I don't get why I still have my body. I sold it to–"

"Me?" A tall man with a slender frame walked towards him. "Midnight, I could not thank you enough for being my host for this past years. My gratitude belongs to you."

Leviathan's true form was a tall man with a slender figure. His hair was black as well as his eyes matched with his pale skin that was like porcelain. His hair was long and straight, reaching below his shoulders to which he tied with a special ribbon at the bottom.

He wore a black suit and tie that exposed his figure, as if he was wearing a corset by how hourglass-shaped his waist looked.