The Making of a Hero [Invite]

Satan City. Such a city was synonymous with fame and notoriety, mainly due to the Earthling hero and grand martial artist whose namesake it had been named after.

Mister Satan was a hero revered by the Earthlings. When none could stand against the existential threat that loomed over mankind, it was this brave and heroic martial artist who stood in the gap for all of mankind. It was said that the battle between them was so intense, the very cosmos itself shuddered in the wake of it. Even now, many centuries after that fabled conflict, the legend of such a battle rang with clarity and truth.

Ignatius of the Demon Flame wanted to be such a hero. It was a unique term that wasn't used among demons; demons could not be heroes because they were incapable of heroic acts, or so the idea went.

Igna was unlike his demonic brethren. Evil lurked in the depths of his soul, that was true, but he fought against such a nature with every fiber of his being. He did not want to be known as some mindless, rampaging beast who sought only the destruction and carnage of everyone and everything around him.

He wanted to be a hero. But he didn't know how.

He stood in the midst of a busy market square, staring up at the towering bronze statue of Mister Satan himself. Igna studied the man's goofy grin and unassuming figure, and wondered how such an unimpressive looking specimen could become the savior of all Earth.

Perhaps it had nothing to do how one looked. Perhaps Mister Satan boasted a fighting power that allowed his plain appearance to work in his advantage. Igna was small for a demon, standing around five feet eight inches. His own slight frame was scarred and marked with the ravages of time and fights to the death.

Many assumed he, too, possessed little fighting ability. Was that the great mark of a hero?