Ferdows/Synopsis

## **History**

He was born on Nasatya, and would later come to Wahman Yasht, and three years before the events of Avesta, he became a Warrior of the Holy King.

He and Quinn developed a friendly rivalry with each other, each trying to one up the other in their accomplishments as Yazata.

Due to his achievements he was granted the honor of being Nahid's Caretaker. He was honoured by this promotion and took it up with gratitude and pride.

## **Avesta of Black and White**

### **Chapter 2: Holy King's Dream**

He met up with Quinn and Samrukh outside of the Planetarium, where they had a conversation which shifted to their Crests, and he asked them to show him theirs, Quinn lifting her skirt to show it on the inner side of her thigh, and Samrukh revealing her bosom. Leading to him flipping out in embarrassment and surprise.

He explained to him how he was assigned the role of Nahid's Caretaker, and even taking them to her room in order to show them the Star Princess, frozen in time, not dead, but not truly alive.

Quinn saw in Nahid's eyes the reflection of the scenery before her, and in the overlooking view she saw Magsarion, who was single-mindedly swinging his blade around in the forest, everything around him had completely vanished.

Quinn and Samruhk speculate as to why he's so driven, coming to the conclusion that he wanted to get revenge for Vathram's death. Though Ferdows corrected them, saying that it is perhaps not only a lust for revenge that drove him, but also a perceived sense of duty.

### **Chapter 4: Man Murdering Demon's Feast**

#### **Part 1**

He entered the Crystal Palace alongside Quinn, Samrukh, and Alma. Though he had to dress in a dancer's outfit in order to appear more feminine so that he would be allowed to enter the palace alongside the others.

Although he complied, he was still blushing furiously and trying to hide. Embarrassed by his manner of dress, becoming even more embarrassed after Quinn and Samrukh complimented him on how cute he looked. Though he quickly got used to it, as he had to become accustomed to it, at least briefly.

He, alongside Quinn and Samrukh, are formally employed as Alma's chamberlains.

He grew close to a young girl named Marika, getting along well and taking her dreams to heart. Considering them of upmost importance, for she became important to him. Especially after what had happened to Marika during the assault on Zahhak. This also greatly amplified his feelings of self-hatred and worthlessness, which would come to change the path his life will take.

#### **Part 2**

He saw as Frederica burst out of Marika's body and he was horrified by the sight, and began to fight against her alongside Quinn and Samrukh.

He cast Kshastra on the entire group, and in caution cast Sam and Fravard on himself, raising his attack and his speed, further boosted by his Commandment.

He was struck down, winding up unconscious with his body broken in the middle of Arzhang.

### **Chapter 7: Permeating Void**

#### **Part 1**

He remained on Wahman Yasht while his comrades were abducted by the Demon King Mashyana. Thus was there to witness the arrival of the Locusts, Zaurid and Taurvid. Who massacured countless Ashavan in a singular strike.

It was in this attack of absolute destruction that he was torn to pieces, leaving only his head, still conciouss as he lamented his weakness and inability to save anyone, thinking back to Marika. And soon, his head too was crushed and he feel into unconsciousness.

He awoke, thrown into the Capital's Main Street, sprawled out, yet wholly regenerated. He lay confused for a moment before realizing why he survived. It was Monday, thus Norwuz Ferdowsi granted him extraordinarily increased regeneration. His body was bursting in indescribable agony, and he was unable to move even a single limb, or even a singular finger. Though he was nonetheless alive.

He questioned why he was still alive, as his Commandment shouldn't of been able to regenerate him from being cut to pecies, much less by an attack carrying a Quasi-Demon King's Power of Ego.

He cursed at himself, for to lament his weakness as he dies would be to sully Marika's honour; he stood up, swearing he would crush anything that defiles Marika's dreams. Than Taurvid, a Locust clad in armour of blue and silver. Though the twisted Arbeh addressed someone else, telling him he sure is strong, and asking for his name in return. The stern voice that returned answered in an emotionless voice that his name was Sirius. Taurvid announces that, in any case, Sirius will die here and, heat and Power of the Ego surging from his laughing form. The meeting of the strong with death is the highest pleasure, unparalleled in the entire world. Ferdows, of course, did not expect Sirius to march to the frontlines.

As the two beings clashed, like walking calamities, Ferdows struggled on the ground to call out to the Holy King. Who recognizes the young, broken Yazata, and apologizes that he didn't notice him due to the influence of " ■■■■■■■■■■", he couldn't hear what was said, thinking it was due to the cacophony of bedlam, or his injuries making his consciousness hazy, though the truth of it was unknown, though to him that didn't matter.

He got up and tried to assist Sirius, though was rejected, he tried again, even more desperately, tears filling his eyes, and Sirius got angry, telling him he should bear in mind his social standing. He really hadn't taken into account Ferdows' heart and circumstances, he just pushed him aside, mercilessly and without reflecting back on it. Even assuming such refusal was done in order to protect him, it still was an excessively arrogant act.

Ferdows watched as the two fought, and noticed something most peculiar, birds fell down dead, trees withered and died, and the life force of the sleeping Ashavan began to be siphoned away. He relized that the one taking away the life force was Sirius himself, and he screamed at the "Holy King" to stop, that he was supposed to protect the Ashavan, not destroy them. Ferdows briefly thought about why he was afforded special treatment, not having his energy drained, though at the moment that question was of little importance, so he dropped it to think of more pressing matters. Cursing to himself as he panicked, thinking about what to do in order to save the people from the King.

#### **Part 2**

He began to pray towards Avesta, "Etch, stamp, permeate this void", his words an oath, as well as a longing, a contract, and salvation at the same time. It was a fair exchange of equivalent values: in exchange for submitting an important part of his life, he'd be given power.

He heard the Voice of Heaven ask him how he could entertain her, what he had to offer in exchange for power. He saw her before him, Shinga, the Godhead of Ahura Mazda, sitting upon her Throne in a void outside the realm of human intellect, Ferdows declares that he forbids himself of the warmth of man, all the gentle feelings borne of contact with other people. He says he's not deserving of pity, nor worthy of praise. He wanted to become a blade, the exact same wish risen by that Black Knight that he so admired.

Shinga has a sincere response, laughing heartily in admiration of the man before her, and her arms, akin to those of a Mad Mother, closely embraced Ferdows.

As he came to he readied his blade and walked forth into the spiraling trajectory of Taurvi Astovisat, and he stopped the blades, a feat that seemed akin to an ant stopping a comet. Through the power of his Commandment his regeneration power greatly increased, and he was able to heal from the seemingly fatal wound left upon him by the Locust.

Even as his body was broken, he lept forward at speeds far surpassing the speed of sound, his blade risen to slay Taurvid. Blinded by Wrath he activated Alsator, a forbidden, suicidal attack, which would surely destroy Ferdows alongside his opponent. Though, looking upon the boy's bloodlust and rage, Taurvid could only laugh in delight, asking him for his name, a request he refused to oblige.

He landed his blow upon him, though it was not fatal, simply blocked in a parry, the force of the blow felt across the entire planet; and thus their fight began. Running and chasing across the entire capital, the entire surface of Wahman Yasht they fought with clashing blows. Though he couldn't hurt him, and only found himself covered in cuts and gashes, near the point of death.

Taurvid, the sword of burning desire that cuts all of creation, shifts to attack, telling Ferdows that, while the idea itself of using his killing intent against him was good, he just isn't experienced enough. The Demon of Wrath was far different from the one he fought against just moments before.

He felt the Power of Ego being forced upon him, demanding him to die, his regeneration was made sluggish, and his bloodlust began to fade. He was filled with despair-like feelings of anger, feelings of pity and self-deprecation, he was useless, and for his uselessness those around him had died. Though despite this he choose to fight against the command, against the order that forced him to death's doorstep.

Taurvid, who can't wait anymore, throws himself at Ferdows, just at the same time Ferdows releases an attack. *Saoshyant Aushedar,*Killing intent didn't go beyond being a simple trigger. Certainly, the stronger it was, the deeper the explosion would be, but however, the thoughts that Ferdows was using as fuel were something different altogether. Everyone's Hero, the living legend that is Good's hope... when knowing of the qualitative difference in between his desired ideal and reality, his growing self hatred became his weapon. His *Self-hatred*, his *Shame*, with these, through his Incompetence, his power would skyrocket.

Thus in a singular blow he had managed to smash Taurvid's armor to pieces, making him retreat while a spray of blood rolled. Not even once, since being defeated by Bahlavan, had he endured such damage. Thus a new bout of blows began.

Knowing the time on his home planet, Ferdows began to count down in his head from 198, for while his regeneration would end at the come of midnight, though it would be replaced by a new power and as long as he didn't err with his attack's timing, he was convinced that he'd win. And that was because Tuesday was the "Bullseye" day in which he became the strongest within the bounds of one to one fights.

Reaching zero he began to focus more on dodging blows, knowing he could no longer rely upon his regeneration. Though he failed, and had his head severed and his trunk cut into several pieces by the curved blades of the Azure Locust, though he found that he was still alive, his body was regenerating and he continued speaking despite only being a severed head.

Monday was not yet over, he thought he was counting slowly, but was in fact ten seconds ahead, a fortuitous mistake borne of his impatience, and before the day ended his body was restored and he readied himself to fight to his fullest, for it was the day of the God of War, and thus he shouted: *Nowruz Verethragna!*

His offensive power skyrocketed far past his limits, aided not only by Nowruz Ferdowsi but also by Saoshyant Aushedar. From his inside came bursting out a surge of potent energy , which turned into a great fireball and exploded. Because he had received this at point blank range, there was no safety even for a Special Class Daeva. In the blink of an eye, Taurvid's entire body burst into fire, burning to cinders. Though the Locust continued charging through the flames, attempting to cut the Yazata's body to pieces, risking his own life for the chance of killing him.

In the distance Sirius summoned Vohu Manah, who flapped its wings and created a silvery gust of wind that blew away the Locusts, leaving Yazata and Ashavan alike untouched, and with that the Locusts fled Wahman Yasht. Leaving Ferdows alive, yet he has to spend the rest of his life on the edge, risking death from atonement by breaking one of his now twofold Commandments.

### **Chapter 13: I Love Only You**

He and Ashozushta came across Sirius and Quinn, but Sirius, upon seeing them, shot a blast from his Flames of Worthlessness at them. But Quinn quickly jumped between them, protecting her two comrades.

### **Chapter 14: Wings of Darkness**

He came to fight against Quinn, who wished to kill him in order to prevent him from turning into Nadare, a fate that he feared and despised more than anything.

He stood in front of the whole to the Era of Zero and was mutated by the Law which emanated out of it, becoming a mutated and incomprehensible monstrosity, and could never turn back to his original form, Quinn offered to put him down out of mercy, but he denied her offer, for he knew he had to be slain by Magsarion.
 Magsarion did indeed wind up being the one to slay him, and therefore he perished under his blade.