Discordia Report: Blackbourne Lived A Quiet Life

"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."

- Anonymous

The Simple Life
Grant always disliked the simple life. He lived in a small town that always focused on Fishing, the fish of the region was their biggest export and nearly everyone that lived in the town as all about this particular business. His father was no different and would be the first out in the ocean to get the biggest catches of the day.

Something in Grant felt as though he would not share this fate. He wanted something more, and he felt that being one of the heroes was a great start. His father was worried about him being a huntsmen for the longest time.

There were arguments, talks, speeches, about how it was better to be a fisherman then something that dangerous, but eventually his father decided that since his heart was set on this then he would work up the money to allow him to achieve his dream. He was going to be sent there in a week. He could become a hero.

The Changing Life
It was a wonderful first day and Grant loved what he was doing. There was great teachers, weapons, and all sorts of affairs, but something felt off to Mordred, when he first fought his first Grimm something made him feel like electricity was flowing through his veins and the creature dying on him was unfulfilling. He just decided that it was over enthusiasm and left it at that.

Except the feeling didn't just go away after the first week, he felt as though every time he fought the exhilaration grew more and more. It started to show as his friends would often try and understand why he got so into it and why he seemed almost manic in his fights. He tried to brush it off as being apart of the job, if not to convince his friends then to at least convince himself.

That excuse started to fail, he fought a few, then tens, then forty and found that no matter how many Grimm he killed it was enough to fulfill his enjoyment.

"It's not enough!, Come On! I want more! Give me more!" He yelled every time he won, he kept slashing at one Grimm as he yelled this causing one school mate to try and dial him back. Instead of being calm he immediately attacked. He found out that fighting Grimm got old, now he had something that could pose a fight. He would never stop attacking students after that.

The Conflicted Fight
He was now in the streets, he lost contact with his father and he kept it that way. He only cared about one thing, The Fight. He decided that anyone that came close would be attacked, it didn't matter if they can fight or not, he just wanted to find a good fight. These things would not go unnoticed by authorities and he took to his middle name Mordred when he tried to hide from them, now it didn't matter as they were tracking him down.

They trapped him in an alley, three officers, guns ready, he wanted to see what kind of fight this would bring and was ready to charge. The officers were ready try and apprehend him but then out of the corner something moved quickly through the officers cutting through them before they realized what was happening. The final officer went down and what stood before Mordred made him feel something: Fear.

"Mr. Blackbourne, I need you to come with Me" The Man In Black looked on awaiting for Mordred to answer.

"I don't know who you are but you ruined what could have been a great battle" Mordred prepared himself for what he was going to do next. The Stranger did not even flinch.

"I suppose this will be the best way to see if you are worthy" Mordred smiled as he took the first move. he charged, if this was fear then he has been waiting for it for a long time.

The New Life
Mordred looked at himself now, He was forced to get cleaned up, to be in a suit, and carry this new sword The Sumatra, He was told it was the weapon of the Gods, not that he cared.

Now he was told that he would be given the greatest battles possible. All he had to do was keep the name "Mr. Dark". He loved this so much, he was ready to fight until he could fight no more. He knew that with what Discordia had planned, the fighting would never end. It was a world that fools would call Hell, to him this was absolutely going to be Heaven.