the son of Leviathan - pirate prince

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #810
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>>prince anon but he's the son of Leviathan
>>Pirate prince shenanigans
>Made this "prompt" just to shove h ttps://youtu.be/I26Ql-uX6AM into it
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>>Raids supply ships using aquaman tier sea monster control
>>Gets sht for it by other royals and noble houses but gets a slap on the wrist every time
>>Besides Lucifer why would he ever really listen to them when they tell him to stop?

Also:
>makes fat dough from salvaging the enormous human vessels that end up in Hell, whether they're battleships, cruise liners, or supertankers like the Esso Northumbria
>no fuking clue why THAT would end up in Hell, but it does, and she refuses to stay broken up
h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=273hw_X1o14
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You missed this one
>Plays the part of a romanticized "Gentleman Pirate"
>Rarely actually kills anyone as long as they don't do anything dumb, but he encourages rumors of he and his crew's savagery, bloodlust, and hairtrigger tempers to spread throughout Hell's maritime world
>Engages in as much exploration and daredevillry purely for its own sake as he does actual piracy
>He consequently loses ships at a relatively high rate
>Most of his adventures revolve around hijacking a new ship to replace the one he just lit on fire and rammed into an enemy frigate, damaged beyond repair whilst escaping pursuers by sailing through a cataclysmic storm, or got sunk by trying to skip out on the wrong water elemental
>The total value of the bullion, textiles, spices and hostages he's taken over the course of his career is noticably lower than the value of all the ships he's stolen (and then later wrecked)
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>Be Levi(levianon?)
>Raid the biggest most gold covered piece of pomp of a ship you ever had seen
>You and your crew are practically jizzing in your pants at how much you can steal
>Notice something in the captains quarters
>A sealed letter
>With the Magne sigil on the wax seal
>By davey jones soggy balls you fucked up
"Oh sht..."
>Feel a hand grasp your shoulder from behind
>Nervously turn around
>Lucifer
>Feel like your entire body just lost all it's blood
>"Would you be a nice young man and have your men put everything back?"
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>Much like a mother gaining superhuman strength to pull a piece of heavy machinery off of her child, Levianon gains a superdemon memory of all those etiquette classes he half-slept through (when he bothered attending at all) as a child
>Bows to his king with utmost grace

>"Of course your highness."
>"A thousand and one pardons for the inconvenience"
>"And thank you for your patience in this matter"

>Lucifer and Lilith watch with amusement as the pirate crew carefully replace every last bit of pilfered silverware, every ill-gotten bottle of wine, and every gleaming coin, putting it all back precisely where they found it
>Each brigand has suddenly become as demure as a faithful hound and quiet as a churchmouse
>They hold doors open
>They compliment everyone's looks
>They get down and wipe the boot marks off of the floor on their way out

>"Well thank you for your hospitality your highness, but alas, we must depart."

>"I believe a few of Mammon's trading vessels are making a crossing somewhere east of here."
>"He still owes me money for ripping off my amusement park and half a dozen other things"
>"I don't need nor particularly want the money, it's the principal of the thing really."
>"Whether that cargo ends up in your hold or at the bottom of the ocean doesn't matter to me"
>"As long as Mammon never sees the profits from it I'll be quite happy."

>Levianon thinks he knows what's going on here.

>"Are you asking us to serve as privateers for The Crown, your highness?"

>"I'm asking you to get off my ship and be steaming out of sight within the next fifteen minutes or I'll have you all publicly executed, and if we ever cross paths again I'll enslave the lot of you and send you to my daughter as a birthday present"

>Oh
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>"As you wish your highness!"

>Levianon shakes Lucifer's hand profusely, then Lilith's, babbling panicked platitudes all the while

>"It'sbeenanhonortobegracedbyyourpresencebutwemustbeoffthewindisfallingandthetideisturningandIhaveabatchofshipsbiscuitintheoven..."
>"SAFE VOYAGES MY KING AND QUEEN!"

>Lucifer and Lilith watch the pirates scramble back into their ship, fire the engines, and haul ass across the water
>They chuckle

>"You wouldn't actually send that boy and his band of brigands to Charlie would you?"

>"Are you mad?"
>"I do have a modicum of decency."
>"I wouldn't let them within ten miles of our little Apple Blossom..."
>"...she'd eat them alive."
>"I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."

>Lilith chuckles and hums to herself as they both watch the pirate vessel fade into a speck on the horizon

>"...that kleptomaniacal rake stole my watch while he was shaking my hand..."

>"...and my bracelet..."
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>On the bridge of his flagship, Levianon proudly brandishes two of the most expensive pieces of bling anyone on his crew has ever seen
>Each one is probably worth as much as the engine core, if not more

>"Well, gentlemen, we may not have gotten rich, but we won't be going hungry!"
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>Wears the watch
>Somehow bumps into charlie
>They don't know each other
>Shows off "his" watch
>"Hey that looks like my dad's watch!"
>Realization on anons part
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>Charlie takes her guests on an outing to a beach town as a reward for having been good almost a whole week
>Everyone behaves themselves pretty well
>Games on the boardwalk
>Ice cream from a cute little shop where the staff wear those little paper hats
>Neat little trinkets from a beachcomber
>Eventually they all end up at a waterfront restaurant for a nice light dinner

>Levianon realizes that no one in the usual pirate ports is going to have enough cash on hand all at once for him to fence his ill-gotten jewels for anywhere near a decent price, so he heads for a slightly ritzier town in search of someone unscrupulous enough to buy stolen merchandise
>A few false names given and a few palms greased and they safely dock without raising any flags
>Time to spend what stolen money they already have while they try to find someone to buy these baubles
>Food that isn't dried, salted, or pickled
>Strong drink, and plenty of it
>And of course, "pleasurable company"
>Eventually he and a few of his favored scalliwags end up at a waterfront restaurant to piss away some more money