Heathen business? Leviathan didn't know what she was talking about, but it seemed to involve quite a few of them. But he had spent a lot of time in perpetual hibernation - and among other things, it accounted for his particularly, perpetually hungry state when he actually started waking up again.
"It's been noisy at home," he said, now finding his hands occupied with a pen stolen from Mammon's table. He always needed to be fiddling with something.
"I think it's Pride. He's been checking in and out more often than usual, and Lucifer doesn't make him scream all that often. But I don't know for sure. It's quieter up here, and the food's great. I've got work to do anyway, but it'll have to wait until I'm not starving." Leviathan was always hungry, and he could handle that - but right now he wasn't quite sated enough to be considered hungry.
"There are demons running around who are not supposed to be up here." But he couldn't find them when all his body wanted him to do was eat, eat, eat everything that moves, eat everything around him, eat everything in existence. When his eating was a little more under control, he could start hunting them down one by one.