Griffith Mallory asked for death. He greeted it with open arms when he leapt to his demise and onto a highway, where a truck slammed right into him at full speed, which caused his body to fly off the cliff, falling roughly the height of a 40 story b...
How peculiar it is for one person to be so different. You wish for it all to be over, yet eagerly hunt for blood. Wild, yet refined.
Lady Love's countenance shows horror and fear at the wretched sight of the floor you crafted - made from mangled and mutilated flesh of your foes. But oh how pure and bright is her smile at your willingness to sacrifice yourself for others and innumerable acts of kindness.
Perhaps it is that you tread between light and dark Choosing whichever at your leisure That you can become such a masterpiece - Oh so horrifyingly grotesque Yet Valiantly brave.
Perhaps this is why I named you, Oh abandoned child, Sigurd Ormazd Ahriman.
In a land far from Akashic Records Academy, a man sit at the tavern bar. With a sip of whiskey, he asks the bartender, "anything interesting lately?"
"The demons have been making some more trouble," the bartender responds, "even the city guards are more alert than usual."
"Perhaps the demons are searching for something?"
"That's likely the answer. Usually there'd be a full scale attack, historically speaking."
"Haiz... more trouble for us regular folk, huh?"
"Guess there will be fewer stories to tell if the roads get too dangerous," the bartender says with a hearty laugh.
"Come on, don't say that," the man says as he flicks a tiny ball made from napkins at the bartender, hitting him squarely on the forehead.
As they continued speaking, a royal guard enters the building. Upon sighting the man talking to the bartender, he says aloud, "Sigurd Orzmad Ahriman?!"
The other patrons quickly looked to see at the person whom the guard is pointing out.
"Sigurd Ormazd Ahriman, the legendary hunter of beasts and humans?" the bartender says in disbelief.
"That's me," the man says and takes a last sip of the whiskey, calmly placing the glass down without the glass not making a sound. He then places a platinum coin to pay off his tab.
"Going to go hunt demons?" the bartender asks.
"Now is not the time to strike," he says, "just like when the flowers bloom in the spring and summer, the conditions need to be right."
Getting up, he begins to leave the tavern and upon the tavern door closing, a distant roar is heard.
"Ah, time for work already?" Sigurd asks to himself.
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With a sigh, he then begins to run towards to source of the distant roar. As he ran, his body begins to be covered in flesh-like tendrils that come from his own body, slowly shaping and seemingly harden into what can be best described as armor - perhaps in a way how a carapace protects a crustacean.
The armor itself is absent of the fleshy texture of the tendrils, instead looking more like pure metal along with cloth. Yet, it acts unlike that of regular armor - for it did not hinder Sigurd's movements. Rather, it seems to move with his movements, much like flesh.
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Nearing the wall, Sigurd leaps and latches onto the wall with the armor's fingers shaping into claws that is best suited for climbing such a surface.
Upon reaching the top, he then lifts himself up on the battlements to then leap off, continuing his journey.
Landing on the ground, his armor seems to become stronger from the impact. Without much pause, Sigurd runs towards the roar's source as if he were a wolf closing in on prey.
The roar's source is then sighted - its owner being a gigantic Lindwurm, a unique entity unlike its kin.
The Lindwurm's length could be best estimated at 984 feet - truly abnormal for even a Lindwurm.
Looking at the creature, Sigurd notices that the Lindwurm's head was more salamander-like out of the many other Lindwurms he had seen throughout his travels, and also saw the familiar gash over the creature's left eye. Upon seeing this, he grins and says, "time for part two, Fafnir."
---------[Author's Note]---------
Different from the regular type of format I use, but decided to expand the world a bit and show more of what's out there besides Akashic Records Academy whilst having another character be revealed.
As usual. The images are not mine and is intended to be used as a reference.
Side note: Much of the mythological items are more related to the origins.
