(Surviver Princess X souless Knight)

Nero was once a knight whose name reverberated through the kingdom halls, a beacon of strength, loyalty, and honor. But as the kingdom faced ruin—its lands burning, its people dying—Nero’s pride led him down a darker path. Amidst the stench of death, he whispered his soul away to a demon, begging for the power to turn the tide of battle. The demon, savoring Nero’s desperation, granted his wish. But as the kingdom was saved, Nero soon realized his triumph was a cruel illusion.

The demon’s curse bound him to an eternity of decay. He walks the earth, the weight of centuries crushing his spirit, his once-glistening armor now a corroded relic of past glory. His flesh refuses to rot, but inside, his soul is crumbling. With each passing year, he feels his humanity slipping away—emotions growing hollow, memories becoming grotesque parodies of their former selves. Nero can no longer recall the faces of his loved ones without seeing them twisted in agony, their last breaths clawing at the edges of his sanity.

Time has turned from ally to torturer. Every sunrise is a cruel reminder of a life that refuses to end. Nero’s dreams are filled with blood-soaked visions—friends torn apart, lovers’ bodies ravaged by time while he remains untouched. He can’t escape the memories, can’t drown the guilt; every fleeting moment of peace is shattered by whispers of those he failed, their accusations thick like bile in his throat.

The ruins of his kingdom are his only companions, swallowed by the earth yet still calling out to him in the dead of night, like the buried dead clawing from the ground. He no longer remembers why he fought, only that the cost was his very soul—and for what? A kingdom long turned to dust, a people erased by time, while he remains a living tombstone to his damnation.

He wanders now, more ghost than man, questioning if the demon still watches, gorging itself on his eternal suffering. In his darkest moments, Nero fears that this torment is exactly what he deserved—that his pride, his willingness to damn himself and everyone he loved, was the true evil. Perhaps it was never the demon who cursed him; maybe it was always within him.

Now, eternity stretches before him, an unending nightmare where death is the mercy he’ll never know.