Legend tells the existence of beings capable of standing against the great ruler of hell. But a legend is nothing more than an exaggerated and modified truth, for how can legends come to be with no inspirations. It is the world around us accompanied with its events that gives us ideas and inspirations, hence legends can be deemed true in most cases - A Study of mythology and the War Of Grupihr
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Leigh was currently in his flying form, ascending from the forest's trees into the skies to survey the city ahead of him.
One advantage of his flying form has always been that he is literally nothing more than a clump of separated grains, making detecting him a difficult task for any being lesser than him. When it comes to those of equal strength, it depends on the creature, but stronger creatures can usually see him.
Because Leigh understood this, he sought to always use it to his advantage when travelling and fighting. Because Leigh's strength was higher than the guards' from a basic inspection, Leigh opted to climb into the skies right then and there to inspect the city's status.
The city walls appeared to be the same as far as Leigh could see, albeit the number of guards on these walls was larger than Leigh had anticipated. Leigh had no way of fully knowing someone's strength unless they were a complete sub realm lesser than him, and even then, he could only feel an innate feeling that let him to differentiate between prey and predator.
The soldiers stationed around the walls were clearly prey, but one of them appeared to be neither prey nor predator, allowing Leigh to recognize him as a person from the same sub realm as himself.
As Leigh began to glance down at the interior of the walls, he observed that the city resembled that of an adventure-like city he had seen in those shows he had watched as a human. It had a fantasy and mediaeval feel to it with buildings that at max raised to be 3 stories high.
Leigh discovered a couple of structures that were named to be a sort of pub, a blacksmith, a garment shop, a guild, and so on.
What astonished Leigh the most was not the presence of a guild, which he was aware of and somewhat interested in, but the fact that he knew what those stores were based on their names.
'I can read that weird writing?' thought Leigh with himself.
It was truly fascinating that he could understand a language that he could not even fully recognize, after all how can you understand a language when you do not even know of its existence?
'Wait, now that I think about it, how did I ever understood the angel's words?' wondered Leigh as a crucial information had passed by him even though he always was careful to analyze everything.
Leigh continued to wonder how he ever knew what he called angelic and demonic languages, which he thought were distinct from one another based on their characteristics.
He plainly came to the simplest solution he could at the time, that knowledge of the languages came with the body, and he was completely correct. Language knowledge, like instinctual information about the environment and his skills, was implanted within him.
While looking at the buildings, Leigh also recognized the many demons that were strolling around and going about their day, surprisingly being completely normal.
'I guess the word demon and demonic are after all no different from meaningless titles' Leigh came to a conclusion. The demons that are supposed to be aggressive were nothing but normal beings while the angels were the opposite, they sought out Leigh and tried to kill him.
Although one can argue that Leigh is biased because of his experiences or in other words, inexperience.
After observing the city's activity for a bit, Leigh decided to descend to the city in order to inspect both the guild and the bar. After all, he had gone far too long without interacting with sentient creatures, and the idea that he was probably in a realm full of beings like himself left him hopeful that his loneliness would vanish.
He may have previously believed he had no place in the world, but the concept of finding such a place and people remained in his head; it had not abandoned him, and his naiveté remained.
Leigh continued to descend till he came to an alley and reverted to his normal shape. Leigh had picked the alley to avoid changing forms in front of everyone, as he had no idea what was deemed normal.
He then proceeded to stroll towards the main streets and entered them, alerting everyone not only to his unexpected and strange entry, but also to his appearance.
Leigh had let his joy at the prospect of kinship and communication with others to cloud his previously perfect and rational views. He had made a mistake after a lengthy period of perfection without even realizing it.
He didn't notice it because he was unfamiliar with the "normal" and the history of that civilization. He had miscalculated since he did not analyse all outcomes as he always did because of his unreasonable emotions, which had resurfaced, at least those that remained.
He'd made a mistake that would have far-reaching consequences in that realm without his understanding.