Chapter 1: When the lullaby ends
Corvo looked all around, his body suspended in an endless blue ocean. A most peculiar place; there didn't appear to be a bottom, or any fish for that matter. It seemed as infinite and lonely as the void itself.
The drifting assassin was content to stay in this dream until a familiar sound caught his ear. Corvo flailed around to behold a large pod of whales!
The aquatic giants movements were ghostly and graceful, marching in tune to their beautiful other worldly music. As he continued to listen to the haunting lullaby, Corvo felt something within his chest. It was peace.
"Do you like the song the whales sing, Corvo? I know I sure do," the Lord Protector's heart lurched in surprise. It was the Outsider. The god of the void hovered at his shoulder, his black eyes shut as he reveled in the echoing tune. He spread his arms wide as the whales grew louder. Corvo was about to cover his ears when the Outsider spoke again. "Yet have you ever wondered what happens, when their lullaby ends?"
Corvo barely had time to blink as the blissful blue turned a grisly red. Ever so slowly the whales and their song began to fade until it was barely audible.
"What does happen exactly?" his voice barely above a whisper.
The Outsider opened his eyes to look at his worshipper, "When the seas go silent… the ancient one awakens. He is as great and terrible as any god, and he holds no love for the Behemoth. All the land he earns to drown. As it was then, so it shall be again".
"What that's impossible" Corvo thrashed "the Leviathan is just a story to frighten children!"
"Just a story…yes, a tall tale to scare babes at night," the void god drifted close until he was nose to nose with his favorite mortal "but tell me Corvo, are you afraid?"
The assassin opened his mouth to refute before an unworldly bellow enveloped him. The sound chilled him to the core with fright.
"The Leviathan 'is' real, my dear Corvo; I suggest you work fast less history repeats itself".
Corvo blinked hard and awoke with a loud gasp, a scream locked in his throat. His muscled body was tense and a bit sweaty as he clutched his aching marked hand.
"I have to do something…".