Idea: God killed Leviathan with a sword in Isaiah 24:1 but he's come back from the dead to attack the countries dragons. By the time he's gotten to Jake, he's already taken out the French, Italian, Spain, Egyptian, UK, and Canadian dragons and is planning on hitting the American Dragon. Takes place after Hong Kong Longs and is kinda a replacement for the Dark Dragon. Uses Job 3:8, 41:1-34, Psalms 74:13-14, 104:25-26.

Leviathan

Chapter 1

I will not fail to speak of the strength and graceful form it has. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth? Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; no one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal- a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.

"Jake?"

"Huh, what?" Jake asked, tearing his eyes away from what he'd just been reading only to find himself sitting in an almost empty room of chairs set in a circle. He looked at the owner over the voice and blushed. "Oh, sorry 'bout that Kevin."

The 27 year old laughed, sitting down next to Jake. "It's ok. What'cha reading?" He peered into the book still open on Jake's lap and read, "Job 41. Skipping ahead huh?"

Jake gave him a confused look only to learn, "I'm planning on doing that chapter next week."

"What exactly is he describing?" Jake asked, a hunch in his mind as to what it was.

"A dragon named Leviathan." Kevin explained. "Scholars still fight on if he ever really existed or if he was just meant as a way to explain something, but I'm on the side that he might've actually existed. I mean, Satan took the form of a dragon in Revelations, so why not this Leviathan?"

"Why can't there be any good dragons in the Bible?" Jake mumbled to himself, looking down at the book still in his lap.

"Still into them?" Kevin asked, startling Jake to look up at the man. "What? I've known you since you were, what, four? You were all about dragons when you were small."

"Ya, I guess I still like them." Jake admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

"And there probably were good dragons, but the bad ones always make the records." Kevin pointed out. "Just like if you've got one kid in your class at school that decided it would be a good idea to take the dissecting tools and do something he shouldn't, your whole class would suffer and people would assume that your age wouldn't be able to act mature enough because of one person."

"So what happened to Leviathan?" Jake asked.

"God killed him in Isaiah. Used a sword if I remember right." Kevin said as he glanced at the clock on the wall.