You thought it was nothing but a myth.

You were in the library of the university that you enrolled in, planning to major in psychology since you were interested in what made humans tick. As you were researching books to study for your upcoming exam, you spotted a book in the wrong section. You observe the book, noticing its heavily dusted cover, it was probably on the shelf for a long time. You open the book, looking at all the illustrations and the table of contents. It was something about a legend, the tale of Thaohr, the name not having a direct translation. It was a south-asian and micronesian legend on how the God of Destruction was sent to the underworld because of their desires to destroy the heavens because of "cocky intentions", the myth made to teach a lesson on how you shouldn't be so arrogant.

You sigh and put the book back, not knowing what was to come. It was just a myth, it can't harm you.. Right?

Your hand slithers along the shelves, looking for the proper book to help you study for a test when suddenly a man with dark skin and really light brown eyes, almost yellow, approached you. He had a sweater on and jeans, probably just a normal student. His eyes widened, as if he recognized you, but he seemed to keep his composure.

"Hey," He spoke, his voice deep and firm. "You need help finding a book?" He inquires softly as he looked at your hand resting on the book shelf.