Behold! The EVIL malevolent being of darkness, ZERO! The cursed prince, the malevolent wronged one, the embodiment of mine dark existence... I did endure long insufferable years to realize what madness and wrong upon me has wrought. This dark version of me. Unsettling yet wicked at the same time in honesty, yet this was nonetheless necessary of formation. I have only a garb and/or armour to design and clad upon him to quite really amp him up further.

Attributes: MALEVOLENT, TRAITOROUS, Vengeful, Apathetic, Contemptuous, Edgy, Scorned, Cynical, Wary, Brutally Honest, Curt, Deceitful, Stealthy, Pragmatic, Devious, Cunning.

Anthem: Judas by Lady Gaga, (Fury Anthem) Die in a Fire by TLH

And now for the backstory once more! Hear ye, hear ye! Pay ear to this reflection of mine dark and tragic tale. I might develop a prologue that better intertwines Zero's and mine background better, yet here be with this for now.

Hell hath no fury like a shadow demon scorned.

Once upon a time, amidst the confines of the rabble, a wedded couple of moderate prestige, aspiring a family of royalty to commensurate their prosperity as their society urged them to. The two bore a daughter, eventually a son, and soon after another daughter, full of potential, promise, and joy to bring to their now parental living, yet there existed a disparity that not one of the family paid mind to— their son which harboured the most potential of them all bore a polarizing difference hinted through his winter birth polar to his family's in the summer. A mysterious force laid dormant within him to the marrow, that set the course of his existence off from that of his family's intended one from its very start.

Being the family heir, the boy's childhood came with more relative catering, yet as he thrived cognitively and aged, so too did his difference from his family, their commonly demands, and his surroundings, which wrought him loneliness, yet did no hampering in his generally content youth. Eventually, he made his first friend who resided close to him with whom he devoted time to their companionship most loyally. Eventually, the boy met with a girl whom he proffered his aid to in her scheme to feign a relationship together to win back her previous admirer, which bore no effect in the end. Yet such avail was substituted in the realization that their connection was true, and the boy rejoiced with his now beloved. Amidst the hassles of his life, the boy found its pure fulfilment, having a best friend and a girl whom he held the fortune of experiencing true, pure love. He had naught more to desire of his life at last.

However, nothing good is ever able to last forever. The dark force within the boy awakened at last, its intentions boding unwellness upon the course of fate—its cruel plan set in motion, infecting the boy's body with a jinx of malicious potency. The boy's mother grew privy to his loving relationship, who was not as enthused as her husband was, and in an act of jealousy, forbade the powerless boy contact with his lover. When the end of his primary schooling was nigh, he heartbrokenly and involuntarily parted with the girl who showed him true love, rooted to his fate as her path with him ended. The curse dealt its first jab into the boy's being, yet craved a second to truly shake the very core of his being. It spared no mercy stripping the boy's only friend away, his last significant person deserving of his utmost care gone and forced away so unexpectedly, so cruelly, so mercilessly. At the moment of his now definite loneliness, all vestiges of light within him faded, departing from the shell of innocence cast with melancholy and woe, making way for darkness to claim the boy, his youth assassinated by his curse, paving the way for blackness to envelop his being.

Years and years went by, wearing upon the boy, bearing no lasting joy nor exuberance in his assured loneliness. As the boy had naught to do but grow wearier of all that surrounded his being, his curse struck upon him more misfortunes, wronging and lies, treachery and injustice, impertinence and madness, his fury and contempt fueled by the occasional fiends, yet most prevalently his own family. The boy became a prince by his insufferable family urging him on to a path which bore a gilded fate of his persisting suffering that he saw right though in retrospect of all the wrong done upon him with the overused and thereby obsolete excuse of familial love that was all unoriginal, hollow words. The prince was powerless to their forsaken and untrustworthy authority and could only endure each act of wrong upon him channeled from the conduit that was his curse, his hatred and unyielding desire for retribution growing by the day. Darkness took over him, turning his form to shadows, his reddened eyes from countless tears flaming vengefully, and his hair sprouted long and thick, flowing with power, and horns sprouting from his forehead. He and the curse merged into one, darkness incarnated him. He became Zero.

Day by day, he bides his time, his power fueling and growing from the afflictions of his misfortune, more than eager to unleash his vengeful, malevolent wrath unto his fiendish family and the world which wronged him so, his unfathomable fury chomping at the bit to be sated.