"Such tragedy…" Ciel mumbles as the two of us walk side by side, heading towards the entrance/exit of the Vey'lithar Sanctuary.
"To think that's how you became a Leviathan… It's so horrid."
I smile, shrugging casually at her words.
"It's alright. I've long come to terms with it. How about you?"
Ciel pauses for a moment, but eventually speaks. "We have a special rite where the old Leviathan undergoes Apotheosis in front of the chosen maiden. This causes the latter to become a witness, and the old Leviathan likely dies or runs mad from the deviation."
"You have never had a single success?"
"We have… on rare occasions." Ciel smiles at me. "During that period, we would have two Leviathans. But the first would already be old before undergoing Apotheosis, and since becoming a Disciple does not grant additional lifespan, death comes not too long after."
"I see…"
So this is the culture of these people.
Passing on the torch from one Vey'lithar to the next.
