“Can you pull in Leviathan with a fish hook
or tie down its tongue with a rope?
….
Who dares open the doors of its mouth,
ringed about with fearsome teeth?
Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together;
each is so close to the next that no air can pass between
.
…….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;
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.”
~Job 41~ New International Version (NIV)
LEVIATHAN
It was Dark! So dark that the only thing he could do was to remain in the posture which he assumed to be sitting upright. It was hard to move a muscle. Pain stung him like a hundred thousand clots of sharp needles knitting his flesh with each effort he made to stand up as he thought he was doing and as if millions of grounded Bhut jolokia was thrown over half burnt raw skin, the agony was terrible but only starting when he felt that something jagged and vicious had dabbed off a sinewy part of his helpless relenting body with no hesitation or struggle. His suffering was so intolerable that he knew he had thrown up. But he could not see himself because that darkness could only be defined as Black, pure Black.
The eerie mournful cry of a woman that partly sounded like childish laughter pierced through his ears making him gasp for every breath caught in his nostrils. That sound was so hard to describe. It was inhuman. It had to be. So he thought, his mind trying to make sense of what was happening to him in the looming audible velocity.
It did not ease as each mouthful of reeking air in pitch black darkness meant something was nearer than he thought. He felt a twist in his Gut forcing his mouth to taste every bitter acid escaping from the depths of his aching belly. Too much saliva kept his tongue stuck to the palate that the utterance from his parched lips just about choked out his lungs. More pain…and this time he knew it was his abdomen that was been torn part within fewer time gaps.
Then there was a hissing, like that of a Serpent and as if his sickening torture was very unreal it scoffed in his ears and began to speak in whispers so clear into his mind that he now realized where he was. This was no Darkness. He was down in the Abyss ! the bottomless pit. He knew everything from beginning to the end as the serpent hissed every secret pouring it into his head.
He struggled to speak.. but failed in the attempt. Life flashed before his eyes.. his birth..his family.. all he had done… everything beautiful and loving. he saw his future ..all that was meant to be.. and then.. he saw what he had done.. he wanted to go back.. make amends..have a second chance..he cried.. he begged.. he choked..
The hissing stopped but then there was wickedness.
He heard.. “Dogs shall eat the your rotting flesh for eternity… drink from your selfish soul.. your pride deserves to burn in victory for me…. You fool.. you took your own life…does it get you to the other side where the Greater one reigns above me.. you are mine ! too late… I am Leviathan…I am Leviathan of Tartarus…”
He closed his eyes to burn for eternity while dogs sank their knife edged teeth into his flesh. He could smell his own blood as he was fully conscious of the life in his helpless body of everlasting pain.
THE END
